You're late again
Each heavy step
Proves it even so.
You check the clock
It's half past four
A quarter after your corner store
job that you are about to lose
but here you are, "where's my shoe?"
You fumble with your knotted laces
They mock you
They tell you
"we'll take you places"
You tie them off
Those stupid strings
Whoops, you they tripped you
Grab your things

You're out the door
And on the street
You see a man
He's at your feet
Begging for a morsel to eat
You check the clock
It's almost five
You think you could stop a moment
To keep this man alive?

You check your purse
You've got a ten
Looks like you'll be missing lunch again
You hand it over
Still in a rush
You're thinking about
Missing your bus

You're already on your way
When behind you, you hear
"Thank you maim"
This makes you stop
You always rush
To work
To school
You've missed the bus

You turn back to him
His eyes are bright
Despite his woes
He feels alright
You're in warm clothes
And he's is in rags
You kneel to him
You drop your bags

"You're welcome" you say
A simple thing
You get back up
Now you're smiling
Maybe you won't make it to work
But you're okay
There's always happiness, you just have to know
Where to look.

Through thick and thin,
We've improved, learned, and leaned
On each other.
I can't stand my life outside of this.
There is so much drama, and it
Is affecting my work at school.
I can't think.
But you allow me to escape.
I don't care about school,
I don't care about the drama.
I hope I can do that for you.
I hope I am doing that for you.

And I want it to continue this way.
I know you do too, because you've told me.
(And I hope you're not lying to me)

Please.
Remember your promise.

These little moments mean everything.
Every tight face, trying not to frown,
Or possibly explode,
Shouts at me to do something.

But all I can do is stand here with my arms
And wait.

Tell me what comes next.
Do you have a vision, a dream,
Of what might happen
In the future, no matter how far?

I don't know why I'm asking...
I guess I like to dream.

In every drawing, every sketch, every line made with a pencil.
There are pictures hidden.
An emotion left behind.
An imprint.

Every **** at my screen forms a letter, making up the words you are reading now.
And every tap of my fingernail is some sort of song I have in my head.

Everything has a meaning. Even if you don't know it.
A math equation: 17t =.5+14(t+.25)
17 means something to someone. An anniversary.
.25: A quarter. Maybe dinner for a homeless man.

Everything has meaning.

I drew a tree on my page. And that symbolizes the ways I've grown.
Ways I've changed, matured.
And also the beauty and grace of just simply
Standing tall.

Every seam on my dress was designed by someone.
I am wearing an idea.
And that idea could've been someone's pride and joy.
The career they dreamed of and finally achieved.

You never know.

Every stroke of chalk, oil, paint, is an emotion.
I would stab a canvas with a pencil lead thin brush
And it would make a star.
So simple, so beautiful, but what if my head, my heart, my body, was trembling with anger.
Or fear.
Or sadness.
A white rose is beautiful, you'd give it to your lover.
But did you know it symbolizes death?
It's peaceful nature and delicate scent, it's bright light, it's bright color.

It makes me cry every time.
Because somehow, when whoever created that symbol or came up with the idea,
They wanted to die. And they most likely did.
So then, why do people wear black at funerals?

The color is the opposite of death. If you count the white rose.
It symbolizes rebirth.

Living in the hearts of those who actually showed up to mourn you.
While others might have skipped because its just too sad or,
Maybe, they're happy. And they wore yellow that day instead.

Read between the lines. Between the creases.
Between the fingers of someone I used to know,
There were scars.

Who looked at the side of someone's finger?
No one. They were hidden.

She was hurt, but she wore pink.
And her scars were pink as well.
New, like a baby's skin. And what if it was? If it was a baby's skin,
Her way of rebirthing herself into the world and find her new soul,
Her new knowledge?

Read between the lines.
Because she had them in her toes, too.

I nearly fell asleep in class again.
The boredom lulling me and making me
Numb.

And then a spell is cast. You enter
My mind without permission. You are always there,
But...
This time you completely took over.