For you

For the weak and the tired,

for the poor and the empty. 

For the insecure and the one's who are alone-

even for the fabulous, the one's whose glamor is shown.

For the sick and the blind,

for the one's who were left behind. 

Time heals all wounds.

For the bullied and the nagged
for the high school stars who just graduated.

For the sad and the depressed
even you who don't have to get yourself dressed.

For the lost out there,
and the cancer victims who've lost your hair.

Time heals all wounds.

the Unknown

Someday i'll know, but when will I start?
Someday i'll go, but when will I part?

What one will I take, paths low or high?
the one most common, or the road less traveled by?

Do I want a busy life? or one full of  bliss?
Who will come with me, and who will I miss?

Will it be my products and purchases that I love?
Or might I devote my heart to the king above.

Should I play it safe and make the moves that are already shown?
Or will I be the one to take risks, step into the unknown.

There's so many chances and mistakes to make,
the beauty in life is which ones i'll learn from, and which one's i'll take

No Luck

I made it all the way up to the 13th story
waiting around wondering where was all my glory?

Turns out from a tree your fruit no one would pluck
because 13 floors high just gives you bad luck.

Now since then my luck hasn't worn away,
in fact i've got a feeling it's here for good, it's going to stay.

Once in awhile when i'm out walking around
i'll see a black cat crossing me down there on the ground.

And after when I look up my heart is sure to shatter
when I see that i've just walked right under an opened up ladder.

Something will come and bring me relief
If nothing else, that's my one belief.

The longer I endure, the quicker it'll be over,
Looks like the light at the end of the tunnel is a four leaf clover.

Let me explain

let me try this by being diplomatic
Because usually I finnish, feeling a little frantic

It's a lot cooler if people don't know it all.
Believe me, you shouldn't have to give it away on that first call.

I'll try to be decrete, beat around the bush
Please do me a favor, just let me go slow and don't try to push-

No, it may not come clearly and that's ok.
But before I start promise me you won't try to push me away.

You've got some big shoes

Stop stepping all over me,
You're shoes are so big.

You make me feel so small,
and like i've been acting like a pig.

Don't try to change, it's not going to help,
it's gone on too long, it's time to put it on the shelf.

You're starting to make me believe that i'm some horrible thing,
when the truth of it all, is i'm trying to be is self.

My Haunting Lover

Everynight before I cry myself to sleeep
I pray to the Lord, that my soul he would keep

Then as usual, you'd haunt me in my dreams
Just as I suspected, I wake up in screams

Just like a ritual, you call me on my phone
You tell me it's my innosence you'd like to own

Soon I see you in the shaddow, through my windows lighting strike
You force me into bed, doing things I wish I didn't like

If I told people, they's kill me, i'd be dead
But you convinced me to keep the secret, it messed with my head

I knew I "should" resist, but you were even better than I thought
But with the voice inside my head, I knew I was caught

To you there was no easy way I could address
So i'd miss out on my plans and to a preacher i'd confess

I'm much better now; you don't have a hold on me
But I still want you, I wonder if i'll ever be free

Free from you, my haunting lover, that I love
I have to face you on my own, no longer can I get help from even those above

Brain Dead

I'm alive out here,
look at my face.
My eyes are wide open.
I'm taking up space.

Then why do I feel like a zombie in the night,
who can't control their mind?
I'm invisible to all those in sight,
and for me I hope they'll come find.

WAR

It's weird how it works for things inside your heart.
Weather they're close by, or even far apart.
I'll never hold you close enough, or squeeze you too tight,
if our arms have to stretch miles long, i'll hold on with all my might.

You're threaded through my insides, all the way out.
Weaved around my courage, and even worse, my doubt.
It's felt inside, but still hard to say,
i've put you deep down inside so that you'd stay.

So, my arms are stretched out, I won't let our love fade,
i'm not opposed to violence, i'll fight for you until love is made.

Staying Alive

If everything was taken away from you, your money, your house, your wife, your kids-
what would you'd do? What would you see to be true?
Ok, for all of you work-aholics, say you're fired from your job. You're thrown right out on the street.
What do you live for? What makes your heart throb?
Now, all of this doesn't have to happen you see, you don't have to be stripped from it all to not feel free.
Are you "sitting around" wasting your life away? Or down the road you can't see your city of dreams... but  from that same road you've stayed.
Are you just going through life- hoping to survive? Have you become the guy just... just trying to stay alive

Life's about livin', but I guess it's for you to choose. You know, you don't have to stay in bed, sick with the life long blues?
Figure it out- what makes you tick?
Don't spend your life being so sick.

It wont happen to me

You're livin' life on the edge, feelin' all free.

You don't have a care in the world, you're so high up you can't really see.

People may lose control, but you say "it won't happen to me".

But really behind all the smoke lies you're new fate. Reality. 

Cry tears, not swords

Drops of water down my cheek
Cutting down my face they gleam
This tears me down, makes me weak
Slaying down my pride they gleam

People defend from the storm
These sharp tears from my eyes, I just don't trust,
But these small diamonds are so warm.
These swords of Sorrow aren't lust.

I choose you

The sailors choose the ocean,
And pilots always flew,
But no not me love, I choose you

Some choose their paint brush,
The firemen choose their hose,
But no not me love, your the one I chose.

The soldiers chose their guns,
and the hunter chose them too,
But no not me love, I chose you.

The musicians choose their melody,
and the ballerinas chose their shoes,
but no not me love, you're the one I choose.

The worth of a soul

As a small child lay sick in her hospital bed
She couldn't help but ask something to her mother that sat in her head.
Struggling to speak she spoke the question,
"my father right up there in heaven, what about the worth of my soul did he mention?"
Then as the mother got a tear in her eye,
After thinking a minutes, she had only one reply.

"Do you think you could count all the blade of grass in the field, all the stop lights around telling all the cars to yield? I wonder if you could count all of the stars inthe sky, all the fish in the sea or all the birds that could fly? The answer of course you can not. The numbers are to high for one little thought.
The worth of you soul is to wonderful to disguise. If you can't see it, take a look at yourself through his eyes.
Soon you will see you're more beautiful than the stars, worth more than the lights yielding all of the cars. More than the blades of the grass you can count or how many birds in the sky or fish in the sea, once you see how wonderful you can be.

What's your name? No ones gonna ask you. For all you comformists

Sun to rain
Clean to stain
Wet to dry,
Low to high.

In and out
Water to drought.
No matter what the range,
Always I could change.

Good to bad,
Lost to had,
Alone to held,
Tried and failed.

If at first it doesn't work out
You'll try again, with out a doubt.

If even try two comes and goes, it's that courage that always shows.
If they don't except you you'll try, try again, if you don't now? The next question is when.
If even try five and six don't work out, don't fall behind, succeeding to pout.
Stand up and get back onto your feet, turn away for your self from the path leading to your defeat.

Wake Up- set your dreams free

This is for the cloest poets, and for those hair brush singers. This is for the old high school MVPS and for the could be film stars. Shake the dust.
This is for the dreamers, who can't seem to wake up. This is for the brave, who have been swallowed by resistance, and for the players in the dugout. Shake the dust. This is for the people who have always had a dream. For those who only let them come true while they're asleep. It's time to shake the dust, time to wake up and stop thinking of what could be. Time to make our dreams come true and let our souls free.

I keep forgetting

It's like walking outside a door to find a window
Like walking in the sun and not seeing my shadow.
I can't seem to see the real me,
Not sure of who I should be.

When will we own ourselves completely?
Rid ourselves of our imperfections
The answers to that, of course, is never
Our imperfections will be around forever.

I keep forgetting that it is ok for me to make mistakes,
and hey, not knowing who I am is better that being fake.

Maybe it's not about looking at ourselves and hoping to be cured,
but maybe it's more of enjoying our flaws and through hard times, knowing we've endured.

Accept yourself, dont live life in fright
Tonight is not the last time I'll see the light.

Jealousy

This poem makes me one jealous poet!

FUNERAL BLUES

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden


This makes me jealous because she uses such great metaphores, and it creates imagery that is really vivid. Like when she says "Pack up the moon, and dissmantle the sun, pour away the ocea, and sweep up the woods". It's so great!! And i'm a writer that likes some good rhymes... she does that well.

Complaints

Im exhausted from this sickness
Lost in your metaphors and their thickness
Sniffing up tears
Feeling nauseous with my fears
Congested with my some worry
Tired of feeling like I'm in a hurry.
I've got a stomach ache from waiting
At least my headache is fading.
I'm infected with rude friends
And my patience with them is at wits end.
All of the doctors can't find the right prescription
I'm tired of people thinking all I speak is fiction.
Some people have told me ive got the winter blues
But really the truth is, I'm achng over you.
I'm getting sicker and sicker everyday
Im ill from the fact that I'm so forgiving is that price I have to pay.

Frustration

Frustration, you've got the best of men
Frustration,you are a zero out of ten
Frustration
You chased the tired and the meak
Frustration
For you, no one would seek
Frustration
You try to put us down
Frustration
We wish you weren't around
Frustration
We'll soon chase you away
Frustration
maybe, today

for your inturpitations...

Don't you want to start anew?
We're looking at the sea why not waste the veiw?
That ship begins to sink
and you're still telling me what to think
For your sake
I hope heven and hell are really there
but I wouldn't hold my breath
You've wasted life,
why wouldn't you waste death?

The Bulevard of My Broken Dreams.

     I walk alone, I walk alone. I'm the only one out tonight, so it's no metaphore. It feels like I have just washed up onto some random shore. Here I am on the Bulevard of my Broken Dreams, abd I walk alone, I walk alone.
    I'm moving down the streets but it's all of the same things. Dark and clowdy, defeat is still lingering in the air, I walk alone I walk alone, and it's not fair.
    All of the shattered windows are relevant it seems, to the bulevard of my broken dreams. Looking at the group I can't seem to clean up the mess, it's just too dirty. Realizing my goals aren't all the sturdy. I walk alone, I walk alone.
     Confedi on the ground like I missed the whole parade. Worst part is that I don't even know when I started, and now I'm afaid, because down this bulevard, I walk alone, I walk alone.

I'm thinking of you

Im thinking about you like you are my rescue team, but you have not come yet, like i have a one track mind, and like a train is thinking about its tracks. I'm thinking about you like my life depends on it, because lately,it does. I'm thinking about you like a bee is thinking about pollen, like a snail is thinking about salt. I'm thinking about you like a shoe is thinking about the ground, like a shoe is thinking about a foot, and how a foot it thinking about a sock. I'm thinking about you like a pilot is thinking of his landing, like a mountain climber is thinking about their oxygen, and like Barbie is thinking about foxy Ken.
But seriously,Im always thinking about you. Like a spider is always thinking about their web, like a orphan is thinking about her orphanage for the millionth time, and a homeless man is thinking about his last dime.I'm thinking about you like a drug addict is thinking about their next trip, like Michael Phelps is thinking about his next dip, like someone did something stupid and thinks it was hip.
I'm thinking about you like a rock climber is thinking about their harness, like a skydiver is thinking about there landing, how like a poor mans wages just got a garnish, like I'm on the biggest loser and I hope to be the last man standing.
I'm thinking about you like an artist is thinking about art. I'm thinking about you like a performer is thinking about their audience. I'm thinking about you like a tree is thinking about spring.
I'm thinking about you like all of the time, like it should be a crime. I'm thinking about you like someone has taken over my mind and like i'm trying to tell you how much I'm thinking about you but the perfect words are hard to find.