Every time we kiss, it feels like the first time.
It makes my head spin around.
It takes me to wonderful places, each one full of happiness.
Oh, how I long for your kiss

I stood outside the white doors of the hospital.
the invitation still open.
was I really going ahead with this?
killing a life that was about to miss out,
on a future he or she could have had the chance to live out,
experienced,
feel,
in the name of love.
I could feel the tears streaming down,
I could feel myself drowning in a well,
of fears.
the fear of missing out on the beautiful sight of seeing his first crawl,
or the first time she spoke.
was I really doing this?
Giving up on what I will miss the most?
He held my hand and wiped my tears,
he kissed my forehead and whispered quietly in my ears,
"I'm here,
I'm not going anywhere."
I had to this,
there was no other way,
yet he still wanted to stay.
this was it,
we went in,
ready to let go...
the nurse said,
"its time".

I can't seem to accept that you're gone
Constantly I find myself turning around only to discover you're no longer there
I miss you so much
Though you died nearly six years ago,
At night I cry myself to sleep missing your presence
Why...why did you have to leave me in this world all alone
It's so cold in this dark corner,
And my tears only make it worse
Every night I would wish upon the stars hoping for your return,
Write sad song wishing you would respond
BUT YOU NEVER DO!!!!
I can't help but blame myself for your death;
Maybe if I was there you would still be alive,
Or maybe I would be dead as well
Now the only thing that brings me comfort is this gun to my head
It speaks to me, ya know (laughs nervously)
It say that all I need to do is pull the trigger and all my pain will go away
Then we can be together once again,
But I don't want to die yet
I mean yes my heart aches
It even has a gaping hole in the center of it
But somehow it still remains in tact
Half its original mass, but still fighting to survive
Everything I know today is because of you
You taught me that life was a heartache
That it will stab me non-stop trying to get me to break
It almost got me to
I was on the verge to breaking
Almost forgot everything and gave in to the night
So close to smiling because I was losing my mind
But it's not over yet, not for me
Now that I see its treacherous ways
I'm ready to stand tall like you taught me to do
Thank you grandpa, I owe it all to you

woudnt it be nice if  all the wars were gone

people woudnt die there lives would carry on

they could live in peace no fear anymore

get on with there lives as they did before.



killing it would stop no blood would be spilled

soldiers in there youth no longer would be killed

no more grieving families with there loved ones gone

they would be together they could carry on

wouldnt it be nice if life could be this way

just a world of love every single day.

Puddles in black asphalt make for perfect lagoons
murky waters stirring, kissed with light bent from the sun
air conditioners brace the ledge, ready to jump
marlboro in the air, sunday morning is a holy sight
unanswered questions on bus stop benches,
basketball court with boys who have sprouted like weeds,
too fly for high, or too high for fly,
all background music to the thumping of ball on concrete,
Elders on rocking chair thrones atop of stoops,
witness to all that plays out,
from corner store ballets and 3 a.m. shootouts,
The beauty of it all, an orchestra of bodies,
awakening from slumber for yet another day