The common thread,
braided by life,
pain,
suffering,
joy
and love
binds us together as humans;
our differences make it America

Words to a page,

Numbers to paper,

completely different but still written.


I paint pictures in my mind imaginary tales and things so define,
while he slots the figures and logistics in between.

Can words go with numbers?

Will the real world meet imaginary?

I believe so.

Because I still need someone to count my words,

and he needs someone to pull him away from reality,

Once in awhile.

"my life is like a horror movie.
With many twist and turns.

"My life is like flowers,
blooming in the daylight.

My life is like being locked in prison,
always so dark and cold."

My life sheds warmth
that covers my bones."

"My life is like getting hit with stones,
always a bruise somewhere.

"My life is like a box of chocolates......
i never know what I'm gonna get.

My life is like being trapped in a wall of fire,
surrounded by things that will only hurt and scorch. "

My life is like hot co-co
on a snowy day."

Their lives were so different,
yet they made it work
anyways.

firefly
glow bright, glow bright
chase out the shadows
of the night
during the day
you hide away
to another
place to stay
firefly glow bright
tonight
for fear of the dark
cast out your light
but lest the sparrow
find you by day
by sunrise you
must run away
firefly
glow bright, glow bright
chase out the shadows
of the night
during the day
you hide away
in another
place you'll stay
firefly, just sparkle
and shine
you'll find others
of your kind
for at night only
they come out, too
hidden by dark
plainly in view
alone by day
they run away
lest the sparrow
come their way
in the night
they come together
and shine bright
now and forever
firefly
glow bright, glow bright
chase out the shadows
of the night
during the day
you hide away
but hold on for better
to come your way

I feel at home on the road
After a few days
I already feel that I belong.
I mesh with the crowd
Even when I stand out,
I will observe from the corner
Then I will stand with you
At the centre.
It sinks in;
Your beauty
Your habits
I emerge richer
Because of our differences
In culture.

I am at home on the road
I bring my dreams and memories along.
A moment
Between you and me
A little piece of life
The cyan blue in my mosaic;
I will always understand
Though language is not even
A common ground.
I have gone this far
And still,
All is familiar;
Because at times, new friend
Home is a state of mind.

I've let her tears rain down
To the point that I think
I'm gonna drown
they cover my chest
straight down to the ground
and I don't think I can make it.

They have filled the cracks
and rushed the halls
destroyed racks, tables, curtains and all.
and all for what?
Because our hearts would never stop
the continuous brawl
and sorry is buried deep beneath
this ridiculous free fall.

Stop the tears
before you fill my lungs
and choke me to death.
Life has differences
and they are the causes
of our loves last breath.
I still love just a little doubt.
Like a deserts well during a drought.
I will be filled again.

So just Absorb me
in your house of tears
and let me hang by the ear
in the basement with my fears and troubles.
Until it collapses and we are left beneath
the rubbles masses.
Trying to breathe for air
hoping that someday
we would actually care.

What we feel,
What we see
Defined as Reality

What they feel,
What they see,
Defined as Insanity

Your warmth came at a time
In which I needed it most
But all you ever cared about
Was the curl of my toes.

I told you about my insecurities
And how you had a habit of making me weak
But all you ever wanted
Was for me to get down on my knees.

At first you were all about
Making me smile, and trying to
Spit game,
But that ended so quickly
And you were quick to put the blame.

That night at your house
I wasn't nervous on my end
I remember your line up crisp,
Looking like nothing but a ten.

You let me lay next to you,
The space between us small,
You knew the closer I got
The more that I would fall.

But I wasn't that naive...
No, not me.
To believe we'd ever get anywhere
Would be like a rerun of
Freshman year me.

You made it seem like you cared
Asking me questions on questions
Your sentences elaborate and
Charismatic.

You.
Responding to every messages
Within the same hour,
Knowing that continuing things
Gave you more power.

Clearly I was into you
Clearly I wanted something new
But clearly wasn't enough
To make you see us through.

At the end of
Long
Hard
Stays,
I feel little
But the apathy
That sails me past honeyed seas
Through treacherous rocks.

But is there worth
In saying little,
In giggling
As if I never grew up,
As if I had never seen these things?

Would others say
'I have seen it too?'
Would others tell
The faces they find in the night
To chase some other ****** and turner?

Would others say
'We don't care,
But for the things we know in each other,
For the silences we share, while knowing
Little greed?'

I wouldn't know,
I'm too scared to ask
It doesn't feel natural.
Nothing does
Anymore.