Monday, May 9, 2011

I hate...

I hate the way you never ask,
and the way you shield my eyes.
I hate how you never listen to my plan,
I hate when you pass me by.
I hate your random nothingness
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when I can't make sense,
and the fact you made me fall.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.

Will The Sun Ever Shine Again?

The clouds hang over my head
Heavy and dark, the color of lead
It’s been like this for weeks on end,
It continues the same, around the bend.
Will the sun ever shine again?
Will new words ever flow from my pen?
I don’t want this feeling anymore
I’m waiting for a new life to knock on my door
The sun used to shine so bright
My life fit together, like a puzzle, so right.
Then you stole it away
And brought me my first rainy day.
Will the sun ever shine again?
I want the light on my skin, but when?

Precious Like A Flower

You broke her spirit
You broke her soul
With those little words
You killed her love.
She is precious,
She is sweet
She loved you more
Than anyone before.
Like a flower,
She drifted through life
Flowing with the current
Flying with the wind
She moved mountains,
She stole your heart.
You tore her down,
Pulled her apart
She was a flower,
Your flower,
And you killed her love.

Without You

I’m better off without you in my life
My sun is shining brighter
My water’s running clearer
The grass is growing greener
Without you in my life.

I’m better off without you in my life
The waves are crashing higher
The birds are flying farther
The breeze is gentler
Without with you in my life

I’m better off without you in life
The ice is warmer
The stars dazzle
The tears dry faster
Without you in my life.

I’m better off without in my life
I laugh harder
I smile wider
I love deeper
Without you in my life.

No One Knows

No one knows,
but sometimes I run away
to a place far away.
It’s quite and deserted,
only I am there.
It’s a place no one can see.
It’s in my imagination
and no one can go there
except me.
No one knows,
but sometimes I hide away.
Not just me,
but all that I am made of.
I hide my feelings, my emotions,
and what I am thinking.
No one knows by I.
I know, but that’s okay.
It’s a secret for me to keep and to share with no one.
No one knows.

i am from nowhere

my eyelids drop heavily
i never want them to open
safe in my own thoughts
i want to scream aloud
water crashes round my head
fills my lungs
makes me cold
the fire fills my soul
but it’s warmth does not reach
it’s smoke clouds all around me
i’m an outsider everyone I go
i am from nowhere
i looked at everything
but didn’t know what to see
i don’t know how to look
if you scatter thorns,
don’t go barefoot

Why'd It All Go Wrong?

When I see you
I start to shake
My breath gets so shallow
And my heart starts to break
I wish I could tell you just how I feel
But I need to know if this is for real.

When the darkness starts to press in,
How long can I last?
Alone in my head,
I figured the pain would have passed.
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done,
Why does it feel like no one’s won?

What’d I do?
Will these feelings ever end?
I don’t want to wonder
What could have been.

Threads of Joy

My joy is made of thread
Wrapped around my heart.
Your hands once held my joy,
But now they slip
And tug at the strings.

You pull away my joy
String by
String
One
At
A
Time…

Until

My heart is fully exposed
Easier to read than a picture book
Everyone sees my tears
Everyone hears my cries
But even you don’t share my pain.

My heart beats slowly, resting
In your palms
It grows cold, waiting
For you to replace

The threads of joy.

Flushed

The flush of your cheeks
As you said my name
Matched only the flush of my heart
A bubble of joy grew within me
Lifting me off the ground.
I never expected this to happen,
You feeling the way I do.
We could have had something great,
If we’d only tried to make it work.

Solitude

Sitting alone, up in my room
Only my music to keep me sane
Little do I know
It’s only just beginning
The pain slowly slips away
Until it’s practically imperceptible
Do I really want this?
Every day is pain, anyway.

Soaring Through The Blue

The water calls my name.
The waves are coming with a pounding beat.
They keep on rolling,
But always seen the same.
I jump in.
The water surrounds me.
My legs start kicking,
My arms start stroking,
My heart starts pounding.
I fell happy.
After a day of problems and
Troubles,
I finally feel good.
In a world of uncertainty,
I finally know where I belong:
Soaring through the blue.

The water calls.
Calls my name.
The waves are coming
In a rhythmic beat.
They always move
But stay the same.

The water surrounds me.
My legs kick.
My arms stroke.
My heart pounds.
I finally belong.

At last, I feel
Like myself.
In a world
Of uncertainty,
I finally know
Where I am
Where I should be…
Soaring through the blue.

Spring

Spring is in the air.
The final rains of winter have dropped.
The warmth is coming and
The flowers are blooming.
The clouds are moving
Out to sea.
The wind is blowing
Hard and fierce,
But soon it will be
Soft and warm.
March is in like a lion
And out like a lamb.
April showers
Bring May flowers
But what do Mayflowers bring?
I love the spring
And I'm glad it's here
But why can't summer
Be more near?

Untitled

When I see you,
I start to shake
My breath gets so shallow
And my heart starts to break.
I wish I could tell you just how I feel
But first I want to make sure
This feeling is real.
I hide my emotions
On the outside
But you are the
Only thing on my mind.

Math Class

Calculus and trigonometry
Algebra and geometry.
Chi squared and y squared and
pie are not round.
Triangles, circles and hexagons abound.
Fractions confuse me,
And division is bad.
I understand addition
And for multiplication I'm glad.
But when you ask me about
Tangents and sines, I can't even count.
Triangles and circles seem
Simple at first
But when equations are added,
I think they are cursed.
Math class is helpful
In some aspects of life,
But what if I'm a chef?
Will I have to measure my knife?

Normal

Why can’t I be normal?
Why do those words and numbers
Stick in my brain until I
Want to scream?
Why are my hands never clean,
And why do bits of dust and grime
On paper rule my mind?
Everything tiny seems to
Control me.
Let me ask you this:
Does this seem healthy?