Stop Falling to the Ground(October 1, 2010)

Stop Falling to the Ground
October 1, 2010

Rain falls from your eyes,
it hits the ground,
it blurs the world.

The warmth of sorrow,
burns your door,
scars the frame,
leaves a gaping hole.

You blink to separate the flow,
but it's too late.

Faster and faster they fall,
all around you,
not mercy at all.

What did you do?

Nothing but everything,
you start to say,
so confused,
will it never end?

They continue to fall,
trying to hold on to you,
but are escaping as they always do.

It will end,
maybe not now,
but it'll end,
the rain will cease,
it'll stop,
stop falling to the ground.

The Swinging Tree(September 9, 2010)

The Swinging Tree
September 9, 2010

In the shade of the swinging tree,
we sit,
you and me.

All I have to say is,
when the sky is bright blue,
the sun is golden yellow.

When the grass sways to the beat of the day,
and the trees conduct the wind,
the day is full of cheer.


But while the white clouds go asunder,
the trill of drums must be thunder.
The pitter patter of rain is the snare's sustaining.

When you hear the enraged notes not matching,
you're hearing the storm head over.

When the rain dies to a drip drop,
the thunder like soft rumbles on the timpani,
you look to the sky,
see nothing but storm retreating,
against the twinkle of the chimes,
or the xylophonic grace.

We've been touched by the unexpected storm,
but we're back to this spot,
just sitting in peace,
you and me,
under this,
this swinging tree.

How Many Colors I Can Add(July 31, 2010)

How Many Colors I Can Add
July 31, 2010

I can’t add anything to this world,
this little piece of earth where I stand.
I can’t stand being useless,
I can’t stand being me,

But when me and you are together,
I realize how useful I can be,
how many colors I can add,
to this one little piece.

I might not remember,
but I do believe,
even if I can’t help by myself,
my friends will be there to greet.

A note,
a measure,
a life long pleasure.
Put them together,
and it’s something neat.

Red,
Yellow,
Blue,
What shall I make with you?

Nothing far from me,
you help me be me,
both of the ways I am me,
These things I can show thee.

I can add everything,
with me and you,
to this piece,
canvas,
the joy of creating art.

Even Though(May 31, 2010)

Even Though
May 31, 2010

My stomach feels as if it's been dropped,
into a deep bubbling boiling pot.
I can't say I like this feeling,
it isn't too appealing.
but if it only went away,
I might sleep again this day.
I know it won't recover,
for it was a very stupid blunder.
Just tell me why it has happened to me,
I see no reason that's why I plea.
Is there any other way,
so this feeling doesn't have to stay?
I guess there's not,
even though I deeply thought there ought.
But even at this and some of these moments,
when I've feared it's all in ruins.
I can still smile,
because even though I'll be here awhile.
It'll never drop into the depths of no where,
because it'll always be there.
Like the sun rising in the morning,
it'll always come back 'n' I might start glowing.
And it'll bring me back,
so I'll have to pack.
Take all my things,
grab them from the deepest holes.
Act like nothing happened,
and just pretend.
because as soon as this earthquake stops,
there will be silence that hardly bends.
All because I somehow smiled,
all because it somehow began to end.

Your smile is...(April 15, May 2, 2010)

Your smile is...
April 15 & May 2, 2010

Your smile is my umbrella on a rainy day.
It is as bright as the sun.
It makes my tears go away.

Your smile is my friend when others are gone.
It becomes my mirrored image.
It becomes a joy that'll never be gone.

Your smile is my shadow on a bright day.
It is as clear as the blue sky.
It follows me all the while.

If only you knew how you make my day,
make me feel like everything is perfect,
everything is great.

If only you could see your smile,
then you wouldn't stay away,
you'd make the pain go away.

You're my friend forever,
when you're here the sun never sets,
when you're gone the sky is hardly blue.

So,
all I have to say is,
I miss you.

Won't Stand Around(April 18, 2010)

Won't Stand Around
April 18, 2009

Some people take out the garbage,
and I'd like to think that of me,
they have me around,
they get tired of me,
they throw me out.

It isn't that I smell,
but maybe I do,
it's just they didn't really care,
they said they did,
but they wouldn't have left.

They made me smile,
they kept me happy,
now they are gone,
am I not allowed to be sappy?

But I don't really mind,
you're not worth my sorrow,
you're just a person blinded by time.

I don't hate you,
don't get me wrong,
I just wish you wouldn't leave me alone,
I'm not made of stone.

I can heal when injured,
but missing you isn't good for me,
it keeps leaving me hurt.

Bye bye for now,
maybe you'll be nearby,
I'm going home,
I won't stand around.

Music is...(April 8, 2010)

Music is...
April 8, 2010

Music is as strong as taste,
it can turn your mind upside down,
bring you to outer space,
be thrown at you like a dart,
stick to your heart.

It makes life a pleasure,
or it shares your pain,
it can grab your emotions for a minute,
make you feel as if you're in a bubble.

Life is perfect while the notes play on,
everything is calm just like the song,
you could close your eyes,
and it would feel as if everything is gone,
away until you reach the end.

Heart broken,
depressed,
thinking too much for your own good,
everything can be cured if you know the right melody.

It'll hold your pain out of reach,
it gives you a hug,
then grabs your hand,
and pulls you to the dance floor.

String the chords together,
it is a never ending party with a million different friends,
all with different voices,
and different styles skipping to the beat.

Music is a journey like a dream,
depending on where your mind will take you,
it'll be your transportation from here to there,
just for your own need,
music will be there.