Almost Lost

It was a book- probably home-bound.

I didn't turn it over- or give it a good look around.

It went on the couch, moments away,

all the tender thoughts she had to say.

It was the most illogical, uncaring, unfeeling thing I have ever done:

the time I left her heart to feel like it had no one.

Some people from all around had fun passing her heart to each other

as she stumbled, flightlessly trying to rescue when she had put her life in the hands of another.

I came as soon as I could.

treasure it, I said I would.

I grabbed it from uncomprehending hands

and tried my best to look upon the sands

I lost the trust of the one I needed the most

I should have held it close.

I regained a semblance of trust

but it was building from the dust

I spent forever attempting to forget that day

when I almost gave my love's heart away.

Midterms

This week in school is the week of the dreaded midterms.
at this time I will compose a poem about these massacres of our time.

Midterms
The swamped hope flattered all the tired faces in the place
and the clock slowly passed a face
test after test passed by without a beat.
test, study, test, eat
leaving slim to none any chance at sleep.

Leftover memories crowd the hall,
being put out by assorted cramming
the students do not have a chance to stand tall
instead they cramp at puny desks, knowledge spamming

All this for a tiny little 240 dots per inch letter
that might get them into college, or not.

"why is life determined by pointless things?"
The midterm monster sings.

A piece

I had something that I couldn't tell,
a hope, a truth, and a lie as well.
I rolled them all together with a postage stamp
and mailed it out out attached to a battery powered lamp
on it was a message attached with tape and life
aided only by old editions of strife.
it read "I hope this shines some light on you
and tells you all the things you shouldn't do."

New Beginnings

So its a new year.
not a bad way to start.
I will still be writing 2012 on things. I still haven't gotten the 2013 yet.
in short: life is different.
like it always is.

Never Normal

My heart was never normal, as stone behind my eyes,
I could not feel the desire or anything other than the lies.
They constantly held the pressure of the solid world around me
My life, however needed much more than reality

So I left the normal pleasure on the side of a river
in an abandoned park

I pulled out the stone obstructing my eyes
and I suddenly realized that I was wise.
I discovered who I was in that same second of time
and my heart slowly became sublime

My Life

My experience requires nothing to look back on
instead- it requires me to be new every second.
No looking back from me- for I am gone
and my old life can't be reckoned.

I am new, newer still
with every word I compose
and believe I never will
as my life slows.

Just kidding.
I cant imagine being old yet. I am content with having the imagination of a two year old for now.

The reasons for my leave

I have been neglecting the blog.
do I have a good reason?
nope. time?
I am a terrible human.
but trying hard to be better.
More posts will follow! I promise true.
maybe its something that in the new year I will do.

Funny how time slips away.

Its funny how time slips away,
a christmas comes past faster than an eye can blink.
another life is born, another hole is uncovered.
we all try to understand
why must we do it?

continue?
insert 2 credits.

clink, jingle.
coins.

and life goes on.

Finished.

I typed that word with a mixture of nostalgia, undreamed love, and hopeful understanding.
It is my application for college, completed.
a new world of experience waiting for me
but yet, I still feel so young.
I cannot comprehend how quickly time goes by already.
Last time I checked I was still a bold-hearted elementary school student with a skewed view of the world.
I'm pretty sure I still am.

Blocked from the blog

I was ready to put down everything, I even had a pen in my hands!
I had an idea sketched, and a mind ready to understand anew.
I went to go to my site and, to my chagrin, it was not available.
Finish your college essays, my mom said with a voice like thunder
I cowered.
not able to relate
what I felt.

The Eyes of a Whole

Time sometimes stares me in the eye 

with its savage glance.

Sometimes it laughs at me

with bended thoughts, and flashes of once-

but then again, without it

I have nothing to know.

It is my future.

my sound.

my colors true.

 A 5 year old took this picture ^

What Happens

What happens when I live true?
Will I survive longer than my heart flew?
Will my honest desire of life's pure fire drive me completely and totally inside out?

What happens when I fall down?

When I fall so hard I cannot get up.

I Don't know.
I never have.
however
Still.

My Life needs to be WRITTEN
complacency SMITTEN
and time FOUND

I don't write when I don't feel like writing
I don't take flight until I stop fighting
I can't write until I stop fighting
for the paper-
the paper needs smiting from my effervescent pen.

Stare Space

You have entered
The faraway glance
of my eyes-
a stupor-
a thought-
and now my eyes
(once lost)
are caught

Thoughts of a Subtle Heart

I want to freeze time Someday-

and look someone in the eye

To stare into their soul

and see all the things I can scry

Who someone really is-

and the inner workings of their perilous heart

I just pray and hope-

That when someone stops time and sets it apart

They look and find

Who I really am.

A time or something please

Please teachers-

Please coaches-

Please everyone out there-

Let me have some time

some time at least

to sketch,

to draw,

To live.

and feel.

To write.

and post on my blog