Children are gifted with candy from a strange bunny
though they are told not to accept candy from strangers.

Parents hide eggs along their yard for their kids to find
and the kids run along outside, digging, racing.

Food is cooked for a family meal
in honor of a all-knowing being
that's believed to be real.

It's Easter, dear.

here i am

writing another poem about

such an immature event that took place today.

here i am

writing another poem about you

just because you took time out of your day

to sing to me about ****.

And I loved you, oh so much

I was unsure what to do

But you didn't love me back

That was the only thing I was sure of.

Life isn't always sunshine and rainbows

Life isn't always gray clouds and rain drops

Life isn't always butterflies in your stomach and blush on your cheeks

Life isn't always frowns and scars

Life isn't always happiness

Life isn't always sadness

Life isn't always the best, yet it isn't always the worst.

i lost my touch, but that's okay

that just means, i'm not as sad

as i used to be

when rain showers turn into sunshine
when your eyes turn puffy after crying
when dust flies from under your car when you're speeding away
when you spend your last cent of hard earned cash on a few pain killers
when your feet hurt from walking

i want you to know that
you're still
the last thing on my mind.

behind every closed door lies another door, who's key is hidden somewhere in your future

set the pencil down
close the book
put it back on the shelf
sit down on your bed
inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

you have nothing else to say.
s
t
o
p
trying.

summer is fast approaching

here comes the shorten shorts
the chopped up jeans
and the showy shirts with the split sides

summer is fast approaching

the beach parties are on
and the flip flops are out
the kegs are filled up, ready for action

summer is fast approaching

beach ***** are blown up
bathing suits are selling out
cars are filled with gas, ready to go

summer is fast approaching

i'm inside
fully clothed
awaiting for winter to come

we're not quite acquaintances
and we're not quite friends..
however, we're not quite strangers either

i know your name
and you know mine

you have the basic idea of who i am
and i enjoy your company greatly

but you don't know my hobbies, you don't care to ask about them either
and i don't know yours-
besides your constant intoxication of your body

but, perhaps
this is the start of something

something astonishing.

laughter echos through the air
smiles grow along their faces
their hearts filled with glee
and their blood rushing, just a bit faster

pacing and pacing, their feet pick up
laughing as their walking -no- more like rushing
to their destination

this new-found glee that is rushing through them is abnormal
usually dinner is just
a
bit
quiet

now it's filled with laughter and uplifting amounts of joy
the dogs bark a bit louder
the bird chirps more often
the cat's meow is more high-pitched
and the wind blows a bit weaker

however,
laughter  is not echoing throughout the air that surrounds me
smiles are not growing along my face
my heart is not filled with glee

and it's all because everyone is only happy
when
you're
around.

everyday isn't a sunny day

and

everyday isn't a rainy day.

i set up and climbed up a ladder
so i wouldn't feel so battered
it took me far, far away
in a world full of fluff and hay
it was a close as you can get to the clouds
so i didn't have to hear your constant howls
about how you finally understand what if felt like
to feel the need to take a hike
in to a brand new life.

Less than two years ago, you were my best friend.
We would stay up every night and talk, creating fictional worlds were we lived our dreams.
Two antipathetic, pessimistic kids against the world.
Running on little sleep, we'd create this worlds until we ran out of ideas.
Then destroy them and start over.

A year ago, things changed.
Like all good ideas, you run low on them.
So we stopped creating and talked about us, our life, and how we'd end up.
Hours on end, we'd talk about how we had no future, no path, and how we'd create our own.
But then something else happened, you made new friends that year.
I already had new friends.
They're great friends, I never had friends like them.
I'd try to tell stories about them like you did with yours, but you'd give me a 'cool' answer.
So I shut up.
They too meant the same to me that you did.
After all, you're my best friend too.
But like best friends do, I never left you.
I never could.
You were my best friend.

Less than four months ago, it was my birthday.
Like all birthdays, that day wasn't special for me.
Birthdays never are special to me.
I apologized for not buying you a gift for your birthday earlier that year.
My dad had lost his job last year and I'm low on cash
Plus, I'm not doing too good mentally, and emotionally.
You said it's fine, and got me a gift anyway.
With that gift, you wrote a letter.
You're not good with words, but you were saying I saved your life and I'm your best friend.
None of your friends get you quite like I do.
I cried, because for the most part, it's the same for me.

Less than a month ago, you stopped talking to me.
Our conversations grew into petty arguments anyway.
You never did listen to me.
I should've known you never did care from the way you never listened to me.
You would talk about yourself, and not care about me
And if I did, the answers were so vague.
okay, cool
But I still ached to talk to you.
I'll never know why.
Another thing I'll never know is, if I truly was your friend
How would it be so easy to forget me?

misty eyes
shallow goodbyes
numb feelings
quiet shielding

you're the king
of apathy

i love how you can make me feel high
like a child's balloon, which floated out of her hand
and into the air, soaring
                                            higher
             ­                                           
                                                          and higher

                                                         ­           and even higher

until it reaches a simple tree branch and

pop

and then the balloon begins to tumble down
onto a innocent driver who's on their way to work
who's windshield the now deflated balloon lands on
when they swerve to not crash into the ongoing traffic ahead of them
now that an object is blocking their view
and they drive straight into a tree,
and their head bangs off the the car's dashboard
since a worker who inspected the car's model
did not realize that the airbags did not deploy
and they are dead,
all because of a balloon
which a careless child let slip out of their hand.

Happiness can come from the simplest forms.

A simple children's show can reform memories from a childhood
When everything was simple
Depression was unknown
And the funniest thing was when Gary would meow.

Or an old song can bring back memories from your first dance
Or when you were young and darted across the floor shouting along
'ain't no hollaback girl!'

Anything can bring good memories
You just need to think
and remember.

look at me
I watch as you sit
by yourself
and strum on the bass
cracking a joke
making the whole class laugh

look at me
i watch as you sit alone on the bus
joking with the bus drivier
laughing as she rolls her eyes at you

look at me
i watch as you crack a joke in class
scooting your desk around
annoying the teacher as she teaches

look at me
i'm looking at you
helplessly thinking these lines
as you crack another joke
unaware and unaffected by these helpless emotions i possess

look at me
i lent you a pencil
you own something i once held
but you got numerous pencils that day
will you use mine?

look at me
you once picked up my pencil
my voice fluttered saying thanks
you didn't respond
did you notice i was blushing?

look at me
i'm helpless
another dumb crush
another dumb line uttering the same exact thing
'look at me'*
in my head.