Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Even Though(August 24, 2009)

Even Though
August 24, 2009

As the world seems to steer around me,
faster than my eyes can see,
I hear the sound of joy and peace that keeps me going,
it keeps me calm in this world uncontrolled.

I look and see another piece of contentment at the corner of my world,
the corner of my brain,
the corner of my life.

I see the waves of confusing hitting the shore,
but I turn my back on those waves and see a sight to behold,
a giant sphere of light with clouds and color all around,
which some call the sky but I call it a guiding hope.

hope reassuring,
a hope in knowing that some things may fail but others with grow,
grow strong in my dreams,
my life,
the wobble bridge.

but I fear not of falling off my wobbly bridge,
because I have a rope around my waist that is tied tight to the bridge,
and if I fall,
I'll climb the rope and sit back on my bridge,
the bridge that may shake but never break.

Glad to See You(August 24, 2009)

Glad to See You
August 24, 2009

I never remember that I can find you,
underneath this dark and gloom,
you are called many things,
I've seen you before,
I've met you before,
if only you would stay longer.

I've met your friends and family,
the other emotions of this world,
you in particular strike my interest,
but you come at odd times,
and I never know when or how long you'll stay,

Either way I'm glad you're here,
even though you might leave me tomorrow,
or the next day.

I have secret weapons to bring you back,
I should use them more often,
if only I had more,
more ways for you to stay,
more excuses.

Well you are here,
so I'm in good cheer,
I will be always,
when you're here.

This Feeling(August 23, 2009)

This Feeling
August 23, 2009

Thought I could stand this feeling,
hold it off a little longer,
drag it down till it's gone,
but it doesn't want to leave,
i fear it never will.

This feeling is unbearable,
I wish it would go away,
it is only gone for the shortest times,
but it comes back,
it always does.

When I say bye it says hello,
when i leave it becomes my shadow,
I can't escape it,
it wants me to feel it,
feel the feeling of needing you,
never living or breathing with out all of you.

It will never go away,
I think it's a price I must pay,
for having all of these friends,
these friends that are so close,
but this feeling makes them so far.

It will never leave,
never cease to make me feel it's pain,
the pain that isn't pain but really separation,
which might as well be pain.

Even though this feeling is with me,
I'm glad it means I have people around me that I miss,
and hopefully miss me,
if it weren't for this feeling I dislike so much,
I wouldn't be able to tell if i needed these people so much,
and I do.

Nothing(August 21, 2009)

Nothing
August 21, 2009

The joy of salvation,
the fear of death,
the confusion of friend or foe,
to be hated or loved,
to seek anything but pain,
when all you find is pain.

To feel unwanted,
to feel the sadness so much you must explode,
to live a lie,
a lie you made,
the lie that you are.

You feel as if everything true,
happy,
helpful,
is made up,
never existed.

This is all it ever will be,
an actor covered in a mask,
a mask that will never show its owners identity,
everything is nothing,
nothing becomes everything,
and everything dies.

Mind(August 20, 2009)

Mind
August 20, 2009

The mind twist and turns,
through this world unleashing,
it tries to find the answer to the question,
the question why this life is never ending pain,
sorrow,
and full of catastrophes,

It seeks to know the reason behind sadness,
the joy that is in love,
the life beneath the hidden trapdoor,
waiting to see the day,
where confusion may not lay.

It wants joy and bliss,
it needs dreams not nightmares.

This is all concealed in one small word,
but in a huge box,
the box of emotions,
thoughts and troubles,
this is and only can be,
the mind.

This Thing Called Life(August 19, 2009)

This Thing Called Life
August 19, 2009

The rambles of life,
the unclear path,
the path that is neither left or right,
but a giant squiggle of turns.

The joys of life,
the path secure,
when everything is close to perfect.

The reality of life,
where every action is felt,
strongly or not,
happy or not,
laughable or not.

The dreams of life,
all look clear and sweet,
just a thought,
never real.

The stuff of life is good or bad,
every time it makes you sad,
remember that some are true,
some think they are true to you,
and others know nothing about you.

Doubt(August 14, 2009)

Doubt
August 14, 2009

Doubt comes from the heart,
it is a secret,
that could be a rumor or lie,
it takes your beliefs,
your trusts,
your faith,
and makes you question,
if it is true or not.

It makes you worry,
it makes you confused,
if you believe in that doubt,
you might be wrong,
and lose your friends,
your family,
or anything that helps keep you strong.

If you lose your friends,
or family,
you will be in a tower of loneliness,
that was all caused,
because you followed Doubt.

Some doubt is true,
and that truth hurts,
the doubt that is true,
still leads you to confusion.

All I see is this doubt,
back and forth,
side to side,
where I look,
I see doubt.

If there is a way,
to be saved by this odd felling,
let it be known,
so anyone who doubts,
may be certain and not question,
and be confident in all that they do.

There are Two(August 13, 2009)

There are Two
August 13, 2009

There are two,
two parts,
one whole,
my whole.

They make up my activities,
one I can see,
one I can hear,
but I feel both,
one mentally,
and the other physically.

Both I've had all my life,
but now I live in them,

One produces color and joy in just a few strokes,
it calms my anger,
and cheers my sadness,
it is there when I'm doing nothing,
and keeps my mind off of everything.

One produces joy with just one note,
one that I play and can enjoy for hours a day,
I listen to it everyday,
in various forms of texture and tempo,
most leading to happiness.

These two things make my life,
they are what I do,
they are by my heart,
near my friends and family,
that I love,
that inspire me.

Best Friends Stay True(August 13, 2009)

Best Friends Stay True
August 13, 2009

Best friends stay true,
best friends are apart of you,
They make you happy with a simple I love you,

They are your shoulder,
they are your laughter,
they try to please you,
and they try to help you.

One way or another,
near or far,
a best friend will be there,
maybe not by you,
because you are miles or a mile apart,
but they are there for you,
never moving,
never leaving.

you may fight with them,
you may cry with them,
but no mater what,
a best friend is there for you,
no matter if you have one or more,
each is different and each is strong,
strong and helpful even if all they do is stand there,
they are still there.

In Times(August 10, 2009)

In Times
August 10, 2009

In times of happiness,
everyone laughed and loved,
In opposite times,
everyone mocked and hated.

In times of madness,
everyone fought,
In times of joy,
everyone cheered,
In times of life,
everyone passed away.

Life is full of opposites,
near and far,
black and white,
true or false,
but not all is lost,

In all these times we can see,
that some might be odd but others are even,
best friends stay true,
loved ones stay near,
zebras are black and white,
not black on white,
or white on black.

In times everything will be odd or even,
so take this time,
and live in the moment,
for when you see the horizon without a speck of sun,
you won't know its coming in time that could be
today,
tonight,
next morning,
or tomorrow.

In this World(August 9, 2009)

In this World
August 9, 2009

In this world,
full of sin and sorrow,
you can only think and think,
when you think you get confused,
when you think you feel like a moldy old, rubber shoe,
when you think you might feel safe in a world unknown,
but think again and you'll find madness.

In this world,
what you do is called an action,
when you act you feel relieved,
when you act you feel guilt,
when you act in hatred you find death or pain,
when you act you might feel love or sorrow,
but act again and you'll see torture.

In this world,
no matter when,
you'll find this thing called hope,
you hope things will get better even at the depths of no return,
you hope you seek out the right life,
the right way,
but when you hope it's like wishing on a star,
it may or may not get you far.

In this world,
you have friends,
in this world you have family,
in this world is comfort ever lasting,
look and you may not find,
but sooner or later you will see,
that in this world where there is you and me,
is victory over all that is evil all that is saddening,
my friend to you this victory is just,
a small and simple,
happy hug.

Why can't I Stop(August 8, 2009)

Why can't I Stop
August 8, 2009

Why can't I stop,
stop thinking about you,
I think it's because you're my life,
everything I have.

I don't know how,
I survived,
my life without you.

I seem to have.

When you are around it brings me joy,
when you are near
i never pay an ear,
it makes me think how much I care.

If you didn't exist,
I wouldn't know,
the joy it is,
to hear your sound,
or see you there.

I'm glad you're here...

You are There(August 8, 2009)

You are There
August 8, 2009

You are there,
everywhere,
around I see,
when I step outside.

You amaze me,
You make me feel,
like no painting,
is a mach for your brilliance.

I can't capture your brilliance in a picture,
it never comes close.

At night you are not as bright,
but you are always a guiding light,
in this life on earth
away from heaven.

When I'm down you bring me up,
up to your height,
not in beauty or light,
but in away that warms and cheers,
like a camp fire beginning to burn.

You can be cold or warm,
but will always be there,
steady and strong,
large and wide,
and more amazing everyday.

Oh How I Loath You(May 13, 2009)

Oh How I Loath You
May 13, 2009

Oh how I loath you,
but can't live with out you,
I wish I could,
but then I would,
have circles under my eyes the size of pies.

Is a Wondering Bag(May 1, 2009)

First poem I've ever written... well.. that I remember writing and saving.

Is a Wondering Bag
May 1, 2009

My mind is a wondering bag of nonsense,
I can not seem to control,
I love to think,
but hate to work,
This is a sign that i shall admit,
you and I have never met,
We never know what we want,
and yet we are here,
I have no purpose or consent,
I just walk and wander as I went,
My life is a mess,
thank goodness no dress,
I am bored,
I am bored of myself in this mess
I am fine,
but yet I'm not,
life is a mess,
and yet it's a treat,
for if I thought for one second,
that I shall succeed,
I possessed some faith that has up and gone,
I don't know what to think and yet I do,
My life is a bag of sense,
but not I know what for,
only God knows what I'm meant for,
so leave it at that,
and don't eat a cat,
for you and I do not know what we want,
or will do,
so all I say is,
I bid you due.