You
are
incredible;
don't forget that.
You
are yourself,
and no one else
can beat
that.

Next time,
                    next time.
Just keep in
mind
that next time,
there might not be a
next time.

Your gentle words
soothed
my heart,
like honey to a
sore throat.
Thank you so much
for being there
when I needed you
the most.

Do not
let your
mistakes
bring you down.
Instead,
use them as an
opportunity
to rise higher than before.

With you,
light seems even brighter.
With you,
life seems to have more meaning.
With you,
smiles seem to be happier.
With you,
time seems to tick by slower.
With you,
all of my worries seem to float away.
With you,
I feel as if I have more to live for.
Without you,
I don't know what I would do.

Let us
be the salt
in life.
To add
meaning
and
taste
to those around us.

Blue sky,
warm day.
My sadness is supposed to
go away.
Yet it lingers in
my heart;
wanting to stay.
It does not hear me say:
sadness,
sadness,
please go away.

Your
puppy eyes
looking up at me
always remind me
that I am
so very lucky.

I'm
                           screaming,
                              
yelling,
          
                         calling

your name.
But either I
have lost my voice
or you
do not want to hear me
no more.

Breathe.
It's a
bad day,
not a bad life.
Gather yourself
together
and go
on.

I try
to keep on smiling,
even when
life
stabs at the heart.
It might not
be easy,
but I want you to know
that I'm alright.

I want to speak
words
that can make
someone
feel free.
I want to
act
in a way
that others
will want to see.
I want to
think
in a way so that others
can understand me.
I want to be
remembered
and not just die
and become
history.

Words
without meaning
mean nothing
to me.
Words
with a meaning
are useless to speak.
Words
can make you either
strong or weak.
So speak words
with meaning
and make a difference.

There is
no elevator
to success;
you
have to take
the stairs.
Success does not always
come easy,
but it will come to those
who care.

Forget
what hurt you.
But
never forget
what it
taught you.

∞
Hurt
by life;
saved
by love.
∞

You said
you loved me,
but that's
what you said.
Instead,
you hurt me bad
until my heart bled.

I love
                  the way
your words
                  are short.
But a
                            great meaning
   stands behind
                       every word.

Picking up the pieces;
slowly,
one by one.
This time,
it will take me quite
a while
before I am truly done.
My life
has been shattered
once again,
but I write my life in pen.
What happens,
just happens;
life doesn't go back.
You
just have to
keep on going,
even if you do crack.

At
night,
I can't sleep.
In the
morning,
I can't wake up.
What is wrong with me?
I think that
my mind is a little
messed up.

It pains me
to see
someone being treated
so poorly.
Everyone
should be treated even.
After all,
everyone has an opinion.
Everyone
has feelings and
everyone
has the right to keep on dreaming.

Life
is a book.
The problem is,
I don't think
that others
can read
my
handwriting.

Teenage love
is just
so fake.
Holding you hand,
faking
that I love you,
taking you to a dance,
eating lunch with you.
I think that now,
I am ready
for the real thing.
For someone to say that they
love me
and for them to really mean it
with all of their heart.

I have a deadline
that was set.
I probably won't meet it,
I bet.
But that's fine with me,
because I know
the person
who set that deadline,
and I know
that they won't mind too much either.

Because it was me.

I think
that
'what ifs'
make us old.
You don't really worry until
you think of an
'what if'.
What if I'm gonna die tomorrow?

What if I didn't get that assignment done?

What if someone I love will die tomorrow?

What if tomorrow is my last day?

What ifs worry me like crazy.

****!
Comes
the rabbit,
out of you hat.
Wow! I think;
how'd you do that?
But then
I think,
it's not that hard.
After all,
you smiled once and
won my heart.

Please,
I whisper to the wind,
take me with you*.
But
the wind
doesn't answer.
I guess it
isn't very well disciplined.
Please,
I say again,
take me with you anywhere.
But the wind
stays silent,
it doesn't seem to care.
It just goes on,
throwing things around in my life everywhere.

Outside my window,
the rain
d
      r
o
      p
s
down from the roof.
And because
of the rain,
I feel like I've been hit by the blues.
I'm tired and sleepy,
I just feel
so lazy.
Now
I wish
that it would be sunny.

Thinking
of you
brings me tears.
I love you
so much,
I don't want you to leave.
At least
if you leave,
promise me you'll
never forget about me.

Trusting you
was the worst thing I could have done to myself.
Listening to you
was the worst thing I've ever heard.
Thinking of you
was the worst thing I've ever thought of.
Looking at you
was the ugliest thing I've ever seen.
Feeling you
was the worst thing I've ever felt.
Loving you
was the worst thing I've ever loved.

I'm nobody!
Who are you?
Are you a nobody, too?
Sometimes
I feel
just like a shadow,
but what
gives me my true body
is the piano.

Life
gets faster everyday;
often not giving us
time to play.
Chaos,
worry,
pain and hurry.
Sadness,
madness,
leads to sleeplessness.
I'm working hard until I drop;
life should have buttons,
pause, mute, stop!

There hasn't been
a person
that I have ever met
that is anything
close to a pet.
Someone
who will just sit stare,
some one
who will always be there.
Someone
who will be with you when you're lonely,
someone
who will let you know that you are
their one and only.
A pet can give you so much pleasure,
and memories
that you can always treasure.

I miss you
in the morning;
I miss you
late at night.
Just thinking about you
gives my tears that I have to fight.
I can't wait
to see you again.
Please come back soon.
I will be waiting for you.
Without you
I will always live in this doom.

You were
tough;
that was clear.
You were
rough;
you had no fear.
You were
cool;
you had brains, you were no fool.
Yet I was,
and fell for you.

You
are supposed to be
my example;
my model;
my idol,
my wonderful,
my perfect,
my life-like-you example.
Instead,
you are my
opposite,
my don't,
my bad,
my no,
my devil,
my nobody,
my villain,
my don't-be-like-you.
What have you turned into?
What if I no longer want to be like you?
What if I don't like this you?
Well,
somehow,
I still love you.
Don't ask me how,
'cause I don't know myself.

Some things
are not
meant
to wash away.
Some things
are
meant
to stay.

The past
is in the past.
That's true.
But
sometimes
it leaves
fingerprints
on the future.

Sometimes
I think that you
could careless
about me.
I might be your kid,
and you could be might my parent,
but sometimes
I think that you treat me more like a carrot.
I grow by myself,
I get my own nutrition.
I get my own life,
I get my own attention.
You do not care about me,
at least that's what I think.
But even carrots
cannot be on their own.

Our
best teacher
is our
last
mistake.

Everyday
for me is the same.
Wake up,
know what to expect,
go back to bed,
same old thing again.
But I am here,
waiting for something exiting to apear.

Just one little lie
that breaks
us apart.
Just one little sip
that makes us all drunk.
Just one little smoke
that makes us addicted.
Come on,
have a drink;
it's just a liquid.
Come on,
have a smoke,
what, are you still a kid?
It might just be a liquid,
and I might still be a kid,
but these are just a few of the things
that get us killed.

You ask me
what's wrong
but I know that you
just don't care.
It won't make a difference
in your life
if I tell you how I feel.
It won't change you
and it won't make me heal.
But I'll tell you
what's wrong.
Here it is:
My life is turning upside down.
Now,
I no longer smile;
all I do is frown.
I can't seem to get a grip,
and everything around me
is seeming to slip.
No now seems
to want to listen to me
and I feel trapped; not free.
I can't seem to
open my eyes
to see what's really going on.
I want to find a person
who will listen to me
and really understand the way I feel.
I want someone
that I can trust,
someone who will make me feel loved.

And yet again
I hear that familiar melody
running through
my ears.
Beautiful
and
sorrowful
it brings me tears.
I close
my eyes
and take a listen,
to the music
that brings me to a
whole new kingdom.
But it's
nothing special
playing that music.
It's just a piano
that sounds so fantastic.

Together forever
is something
we say.
But do things
really work that way?
Or is it
one little thing
that breaks us apart,
and we never
come back together
the way
we were
at the start?

You cry,
I cry.
You laugh,
I laugh.
You hurt,
I hurt.
You love,
I love.
You hate,
I hate.
You leave,
I stay.
I love how we
feel for each other.
But what will
I do
when you are
gone?

It stabs
you in the face
every time
it gets a chance.
It takes
away your breath,
making it impossible to breathe.
It freezes
your limbs
and your insides.
Though it hurts,
I still love it.

  SNOW.

Why do things
always have to change
like the weather?
One minute
it's cold
and then it's hot.
Just like
one minute things are good
then another
their not.

I ain't
a pencil.
You can't sharpen me
and expect me
to stay that way.
I might
break,
I might chip,
and I might never be the same
again.