Alone, I sit.

Wondering

waiting.

Wondering when its my turn.

Waiting for my day.

MY day to be in the spotlight.

My time to shine.

I stare.

Wishing
              
                             Hoping
      
                                                   ­       praying.

Wishing for you to notice me

                         Hoping for a glance
                                                          ­          
                                                      ­ praying for your love.

I sit, alone.

wondering.
      
               waiting.

                              wishing.

               ­                                              hoping.

                                                       praying.

Summer is the season she adores.
Bring out the superman, she yells "Give me more!"
A day to remember and Never shout never,
Are bands she'll love forever and ever!
Her friends are her world, they mean a ton,
She's crazy, and silly, and super fun!
Her and I will fly to the moon,
But for now she'll stick with rocket ships on my shoes!

Me without you is like,
A sneaker without laces.
A geek without braces.
Asentencewithoutspaces.

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart ****** the soul. In the final analysis words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when 99% of the time the totality of the reality is a different beast.

I sit in my room and await the torture.
I feel all alone in this scary place.
I sit, tears falling, from coming horror.
I stare into death when I see his face.
I feel the cold paddle on my bare rear.
My shouts are lost; my cries are vacant, gone.
My face portrays the one thing I feel, fear.
They apologize saying what’s done is done.
Now smiling faces are all I see.
I was waiting for my day to be free.

When I pronounce the word 'Future'
The first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word 'Silence'
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word 'Nothing'
I make something no non-being can hold.

First the violent torture.
Then come the tears that cascade.
Forever in this never ending adventure.
Soon, what matters, begins to fade.