Since I moved,
You were all up in my mind.
You always put me in a good mood.
Now you're hard to find.
I should've told you,
I loved you.
Thank you for being there.
For being like a brother.
That's what I should've said..
We could've still maybe be friends,
Even though I'm far aways.
I want to so bad tell hard it was to blend
With the mean people those days.
I still think about you to this day.
I regret not saying good bye that one week.
I should've done it but I didn't know what I was thinking.
Guess I was too scared,
Weak.
I should've gone without blinking.
I hate living here!
Without you,
I'm empty.
It's true..
Can't you see?
But no matter what, I'll always love you,
Zach.
Just remember that..
It hurts not to hear from you.
I wonder,
Do you miss me too?
I hope so.....
Someday,
We'll see each other soon.
Sometimes I feel like Bruno Mars,
Talking to the moon..
I Should've done something,
Keep our friendship together,
That's one thing.
Still,
You'll always be in my mind,
Zach. <3
You were all up in my mind.
You always put me in a good mood.
Now you're hard to find.
I should've told you,
I loved you.
Thank you for being there.
For being like a brother.
That's what I should've said..
We could've still maybe be friends,
Even though I'm far aways.
I want to so bad tell hard it was to blend
With the mean people those days.
I still think about you to this day.
I regret not saying good bye that one week.
I should've done it but I didn't know what I was thinking.
Guess I was too scared,
Weak.
I should've gone without blinking.
I hate living here!
Without you,
I'm empty.
It's true..
Can't you see?
But no matter what, I'll always love you,
Zach.
Just remember that..
It hurts not to hear from you.
I wonder,
Do you miss me too?
I hope so.....
Someday,
We'll see each other soon.
Sometimes I feel like Bruno Mars,
Talking to the moon..
I Should've done something,
Keep our friendship together,
That's one thing.
Still,
You'll always be in my mind,
Zach. <3
My nostril smells awesome inside of my nose,
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all day it's smelled like banana cream pie.
It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted butter and blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.
It smells like a pine forest, right by a lake,
and chocolate chip cookies my mom likes to bake,
like kettle corn pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.
My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all day it's smelled like banana cream pie.
It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted butter and blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.
It smells like a pine forest, right by a lake,
and chocolate chip cookies my mom likes to bake,
like kettle corn pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.
My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.
The monochrome scenery in the dead of night
A pearly-white mist to blind your sight
Immortal chains to bind your soul
Immortal chains to set your goal.
Silence has set upon your life
Bestowed upon you like a cursed knife.
You must have knowledge through and through.
The Second World is haunting you.
Let your sorrows be set in stone
Carved down to the edge, to the skin, to the bone.
Let your sorrows be put to rest
And let them guide you along your quest.
I'll dance with you inside layered light
On jewels and gemstones shining bright.
You must have knowledge of what to do.
The Second World is haunting you.
A pearly-white mist to blind your sight
Immortal chains to bind your soul
Immortal chains to set your goal.
Silence has set upon your life
Bestowed upon you like a cursed knife.
You must have knowledge through and through.
The Second World is haunting you.
Let your sorrows be set in stone
Carved down to the edge, to the skin, to the bone.
Let your sorrows be put to rest
And let them guide you along your quest.
I'll dance with you inside layered light
On jewels and gemstones shining bright.
You must have knowledge of what to do.
The Second World is haunting you.
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.
Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.
His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
Bitter and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.
I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this music of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written by the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.
My love is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the more I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed by her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What more miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fire with wonderful device
Such is the power of love in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the more I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed by her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What more miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fire with wonderful device
Such is the power of love in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
Is running into disaster
Of paranoia and indestructible fear,
While your thoughts are struggling
With images of rottenness
Which is spreading as spiral evil,
Devastates every form of intelligent mind,
Now already lost in insanity of own mind.
Fear is growing inside,
Your mind is filled with worries,
While the picturesque dreams
Will corrode already exhausted brain.
And in openness of your own madness
Peace will come as confirmation,
To which you'll finally start to believe,
Although you wasted your life
On rottenness and fears
Which is spreading inside as ominous spiral.
Some day earth will cease to be
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My home for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can you beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.
~an original poem by me~
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My home for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can you beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.
~an original poem by me~
My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the day that I was born
somebody made a blunder.
For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.
I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I love the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.
I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.
I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little babies crying.
I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.
I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.
So let me tell you one more thing
before I have to go:
I think YOU are the most attractive
person that I know.
and it really makes me wonder
if on the day that I was born
somebody made a blunder.
For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.
I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I love the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.
I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.
I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little babies crying.
I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.
I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.
So let me tell you one more thing
before I have to go:
I think YOU are the most attractive
person that I know.
we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
or between this time
and last time.
30 seconds in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
or practicing that new
dance move which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the next big thing,
although that makes a different
move new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
or between this time
and last time.
30 seconds in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
or practicing that new
dance move which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the next big thing,
although that makes a different
move new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
