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.

This Horrible Tale(March 25, 2010)

This Horrible Tale
March 25, 2010

I didn't do anything to you,
but you looked as if ready to kill,
you walked straight towards me,
gun held in hand,
I didn't see it coming till it ended with a bang.

My friends all stared shocked by what they had seen,
they knew I was a goner,
then ran and screamed.

Thinking the same as they,
I knew I was gone,
I knew it was the end,
but then I had woken not knowing where.

I had a headache,
I had a scar,
blasted right into the side of my cranium.

I lived but only to be frightened,
frightened by a man with shaggy gray hair and eyes of stone,
he made me stand,
put a knife to my back,
ordered me around and showed me where I was at.

It didn't take long to know of my fate,
to await being killed by a cruel man,
but then I realized I would never die,
I was a prisoner in this game he called life.

I hid at visitors and cried at times.

I discovered away out but only for a minute.

I returned to the place,
almost shot by the man for the second time,
but I survived,
not knowing the ending of me,
of this horrible tale.

Here Tomorrow(March 14, 2010)

Here Tomorrow
March 14, 2010

Black,
Blue,

White,
Yellow,

Red,
Gray.

Darkness as black as the unlit sky,
Too blue to see you as you,

White stars in the night,
Yellowing pages of time,

The red blood of a well fought fight,
Gray of the photos years ago.

Each detail has a color,
mixed with each other,
left alone.

The lights are gone but black remains,
there covering up the others.

Nothing is seen for many at dream,
but open your eyes and it'll be there,
around a corner it'll be near.

Here tomorrow,
the color blending,
the light showing.

This Little Shape(March 1, 2010)

This Little Shape
March 1, 2010

The pain strikes,
like a snake it strikes.
The moment comes,
as fast as lighting it comes.

Covered in a cage,
wrapped in cloth.

Not the safest place in the world,
for this little shape,
the shape guarded by little,
controlled by one.

It is attacked,
with little to nothing,
except edges of a blunt axe.

Repeatedly attacked.

It is always moving until the end,
it knows not when it will drop,
drop into a sensation like a pit.

Dull.
Black.

It is hard to recover,
when so little brings it back.