I have loved you
since the first day
my eyes laid sight
upon you wishing
you were mine

We sat together in
the same classroom
just letting the
days pass by

But now it is too
late and there is
nothing we can do

I wish I acted
sooner but for now

I will always love you

The patience had worn too thin, it was time to break it she thought…

She took off to her feet, her mind racing through a million such instances..

With the weight in her heart increasing exponentially, her hands involuntarily searched for support

The railing was cruelly cold,just like him..

The rain had left thin droplets of water hanging on,

Ready to drop anytime, Showing an inverted microscopic image of the world before.

She had gone numb to it, her fingers trailed on their tips, killing them softly

Thin lockets of her hair swayed in rhythm with the wind, humming hymns to their tunes.

She felt his presence behind,

The arrogance of the gender had drained,

He was approaching with an application of apology,

She held firm, firm on stand, mentally and physically

Quickly expecting the defeat his words would face, he went in for the ultimate weapon of love.

The embrace swept away everything cold, both from the fingers and their hearts for they held on together

She shrugged him off softly,

Was it anger or was it greed for more?

Entwined as one, not a word was uttered, but volumes were expressed…

Him promising a better tomorrow,

Her promising an ampler patience.

.

mad world

sad world

bad world with a cigareete in your hand

and a gun down your throat, pop off that cap

of that coke, let it slide down your throat

pooling in the pit of your coat

pocket it, lock it up and throw away the anecdote

that moves you from one being to another and

rides your waves into the next lover

loving every moment of your ten second fame

frame it and loathe it

because it grows upward and outward

branching out, limiting the route that you take

and moving you at a high speed rate

speed ball faster than a super nova,

from over the rainbow and down to the pit

with witch you write your wit and your lick

which sit like whips in the hand of someone more fit

for your position, transition forward and for warn those before you

that the cap in your lip and the trick you can’t flip

exist from things we don’t get

like this mad world

this sad world

this undying, full-flying bad world

that we create

from anger

from love

from up above we put our fate

when its down on the ground that preaches hate

and fear

hear the dawn coming fourth

the sun will come up, and the world will spin

until then keep running your pace

save face

lay waste to this earth, blame it on race

then look back and remember

one feather makes one part of a whole wing

and two wings make a bird take flight

a flight that moves mountains, making height their plight

the tallest leaf of the tallest tree

must be the happiest

stretched to the sun, with only clouds as blocks

reach forward and stretch to the ends of this earth

this world

this mad, sad, bad world

pull the trigger, flip the cap

and bloom out of the dust

up to the sun

fill your lungs with the rust of aged earth

and breathe

Is it sad I’d rather die than see where this goes?
It is sad I’d rather cry than allow this to compose?
I know it’s sad when people say life is short
But it’s even worse that I wish mine, were different
I feel like I’m at my last resort.

So many tell me to sit and figure it out
But then a bunch more say it’s better to let go of doubt
“Don’t worry, be happy” Been said before
Sounds great and all, but easier said than done

How do you all let go of your dreams?
Is it just that easy for you?
Life isn’t what it seems…(yeah I know)
But why can’t it be the truth?

Forever is impossible to reach,  I’m coming to terms with fact
But in fact maybe I can find that place
Above all the stress and worry that is my life
Somewhere else would easily suffice  
Somewhere outside of my head
Somewhere from before I was three
A place where my thoughts, my heart, and my future were free

Now I’m trapped
Confused is the better term
Totally lost is more appropriate, actually
I can’t even tell you how to explain it all factually


I wish there was a time I remember when I didn’t feel this way
Ask me, Ask me the last time I was happy
I wouldn’t know what to say

These have to be my darkest ages
If I’m mistaken just count me out
I’d rather it not get much worse than this

Pathetic but sometimes I wish I had an excuse
To feel so dead
Hoping for a reason to drag on (this way)
Hanging by a thread