Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The Question Asked Too Late
Then I would die for it
If the sky turned black
Then I would die for it
If the air became still
Then I would die for it
If the heart started beating
Then I would die for it
If their hands stopped bleeding
Then I would die for it
If the truth stopped speaking
Then I would die for it
If forgiving stopped forgetting
Then I would die for it
For we all know
That she had died for it
Sunday, March 8, 2009
You Cannot Fall In Love Faster Than You Can Grow A Rose
And violets are blue
Than this poem must be sweet
And it must be for you
But that comes to the observation
To a one opened eye
As we may all forget
That those roses will surely die
As for the violets they will surely go too
For we tend to forget
That they must be for you
We go on our ways
Looking blindly with only one eye
To see that those roses
Will soon surely die
I for one am never mistaken
As that one very step
That these roses be tended
And surely never forget
For if we want those roses to be red
And those violets to be blue
Then we must always tend
To what is, and that which is true
We forget one simple task
That is, what we caretakers do
That these roses be tended
And forever be tended too
For we must not forget
As we know what is true
If you believe that roses are red
And that violets are blue
Then consider yourself lucky
That I am a caretaker too
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
The Broken Magnifying Glass
I mean when I mostly right stuff like this it's mostly out of confusion. Or plain stupidity for not reasoning with my thoughts yet. I don't know.
This still doesn't feel right. Nothing does.
Maybe it's just out of fear of the future?
Fear of what I want for someone yet its not happening?
Or just the sense that I think my stomach has just turned upside down.
Eh.....excuse me while I get some Pepto Bismal- High School Edition.
[end]
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Stuck in Between Worlds
Gawdhell they are so easy to answer, and that's the problem. Though, its not a classic answer like yes I am or no I'm not blah blah blah. Its more like I don't know and well I really don't.
I'm much different from a lot of people, I don't follow the same tracks they do. Everywhere I look around me it all seems rehearsed, like you can tell every little thing that's going to happen. I know I am not like them, I'm pretty sure when someone looks at me no judgment occurs in them, because they don't know what to judge. I don't know what I am trying to say because its so confusing for me.
I lost my train of thought, too much noise going on so
[end]
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Hope’s Final Wish
This is a lonely journey I have to say the least
I give something yet nothings returned
I give everything that hope has yearned for
But it does not even keep its own promises
Go get heaven's grace as I will not follow
I will journey into the path I have already carved with my heart
My feet are still weak from the words that my ears cannot hear
I still stand here not moving because I am not sure
Your reckless smile only tells me that you're truly a liar
You wanted to have me believe that my tears are still flowing
Yet you forget that they have already hit the ground
It pains me to say that I will still stand here
And turn my back against your words only to face the meaning of them
If you want heavens grace go get it
Because I will not follow you
Our heads clash yet we forget that our hands grace one another
We take two steps not knowing our hearts have already taken three
This is not a tale of love
If it were then my soul would be at ease
As I do not know that word and it does not know me
So leave me be as I want to climb upon the pedestal
And reach above the mountains
So my fall will be greater
Knowing that nothing will catch me
Except my eyes when they awaken from that dream
Why do you still pester me?
You persist yet you do nothing
The eyes that I have do not belong to you
As you once wished they did
I don't understand you
Even when I am blind
You can still see me
Though I'm trapped inside
I know that you are staring at me
So why do you keep looking
Only to find that all this time I was hiding in a shell
Is that what you were looking for?
You say that you never wanted heavens grace
Because you knew I would not follow
You smile at me knowing that you found something that even I couldn't find
Me
Why did you look?
Why did you want to look?
I myself have tried to keep it away
Yet you still found it
You tell me that I am actually heaven's grace?
Then I guess I did follow you
I can only smile knowing that I am a fool
Because of you
I am now on the ground
Cleaning up my tears that you told me were still flowing
And you were right
Because they were your tears
Not mine
So thank you
You have made me find myself again
Therefore I shall close my eyes
Knowing that I can soar above the mountains
Thinking of what you did for me
Now I shall return the favor
And try to find you, just as you found me
~Conscious