The Dream
Dream about her but she'll never come true, the girl of your dreams....literally
April 10, 2008 - Thursday
The dreams we left behind (edited and finished)
"The dreams we left behind"
She's the spark of life that keeps me awake at night
With the jolt of jitters I get when she speaks her mind
Our time apart has not been kind
Leaps and bounds of weathered love
And the memories that will never come
Memories of how things were and why we cared.
the same memories we thought we were supposed to share
Maybe things were supposed to happen this way?
Old wives tales say that "Change is never to late"
But we both know things will never be the same
Lets keep the memories we can never reach
And dream those sleepless nights away
February 8, 2008 - Friday
Wait The Day Away
(This poem was written in my journal during the summer break between June 2007 - Jan 08...I kept writing random sentences in all my pages and I began to put them together, the I edited them away and I created a nice little story line to follow but still kept the basic themes intact I hope you like it ! And please tell me what you think bye!!)
The boy sits and waits the day away
She's at home trying to think of the things he has to say
He stares at her soul through the picture on the monitor
She just sits at home beginning to wonder
"is this all real? Or was it fake? Did he lie, was he like the rest?"
The boy begins to think "was I right? Will I f*ck up? Should I even do this?"
A few months pass and the questions remain unanswered,
He still sits at home staring at her soul through those gorgeous eyes
She's moved on already dating better guys
She wonders "what was his name? Who was he? I hope he's ok"
All he can think is "why did I say no? Why did I let her go?
Why didn't I make an attempt to chase?"
Time is not a factor now, they both moved away, far away
He still remember the soul he once wished for
No longer there, no longer his to hold
She still remembers the boy but the memory is to far away
She knows the face but can't recall the name
They both wish things would go back and be the same
But they could help it this was their fate
She sits at work and wonders "whatever happened to him? Did he remain the same?"
He sit at the park and all he says is "so much for waiting to find your soulmate"
January 21, 2008 - Monday
The Prayer of the Enlightened
We covet things we can't have
And beg the saints to understand
The voiceless prayers of the masses
For the answers to our questions
"Doesn't it bother you?" they ask
"That you keep trying to save everyone else"
Or help them run from their past?
"You're too busy saving everyone else when will you ever save yourself?"
Save yourself from all the thoughtless conversations
About the wars being fought?
Or the mindless ideas being taught?
We covet most things but knowledge is not one
See the world can't be saved with bullets alone!
The world takes a back seat to the brand new phones
For once believe in change
Believe in knowledge
Believe in truth
Not something blurred and misunderstood
But something we can learn from our books
Through that, the voiceless prayers will be granted
And the mindless prayers answered.
November 27, 2007 - Tuesday
Naïve
Be naive my young fellow,
break the bonds that keep you tethered
to these rendered down emotions of peasants & beggars
Open your Eyes you can't make it out there
Your worthless words written on an uncharted canvas
along with the made up lines & unanswered questions,
Your broken heart tags along the unwanted sadness
but be naive young fellow of course you're destined for greatness
It's been 10 long years and nothing has changed
you only have your hobby and yourself to blame
those worthless words are the only things keeping you sane
but yet in you nothing has changed, you're still naive to think you'll make it one day
Every morning you say the same thing to the mirror
"naive young fellow don't be so bitter,
someone is bound to like your writing sooner or later"
the pathetic things I haven't lea
November 15, 2007 - Thursday
Memoirs
don't worry about the title it has nothing to do with the poem ....enjoy
1st Period- French
All I remember from High School
are the useless essays and horrible food
Great Big Buildings and the little bungalows
my days filled with classes and Girls
and little pranks for cheap thrills
Going to football games and playing in the band
Being called names but taking them like a man
Things happen in High School that change you
It can turn you into fools, so no matter what stay true
be yourself and grow
be ready for the cruel cruel world
Those things are Ages away now
like old roman gods
or the maturity gained from it all
We all grow up
but never feel old
These things we can't grasp or comprehend
are things we want but can't understand
the irony of it all is that we'll forever be cursed
our hearts grow old all beat up and bruised
but we mature as young adults
into the big cruel world
November 14, 2007 - Wednesday
Today
So as of yesterday I have to call myself a hypocrite haha cause I was usually saying "I love cooking" and don't get me wrong I do but idk if I'm in way over my head I've been in there they're speaking of muscles I never even heard of. today we learned how to break down the shank..(the whole leg) of the cown into 5 different muscles and well like always I'm nervous to ask a question cause everybody in there has had some restaurant experience... I worked in the caf the only think I knew how to do well was how to take pizza out of the box haha ........BUT one thing I will not quit cause come on if everyone quit when times got hard then we wouldn't advance as a race...I'm just frustrated that all the muscles sound the same they all end with (essimus or I ) haha but I can't wait cause Friday I can learn to do it hands on well I gtg I have some comics to read haha ok later !
November 13, 2007 - Tuesday
Love Is Relevant
Love is a great topic to write about for today. See ill be the first one to tell you love is a great thing, one of the greatest thing a human can feel. I'm loves advocate I put feelings into expressions and words but I noticed ... love isn't a constant feeling just like space and time love is relative. See love is such a general term it can be used for anything "omg! I love cake!"(lol I'm sorry haha) or "I love this movie!" so it makes me wonder if love is the right term to use when you fall hard for someone. It has been used so much that it has been spread so thin its become vague I hate to say it but the word "love" is overrated I think there are other words that pacl more of a punch with its mean and the way you feel after you say it. Just because I don't think love is a great word does not mean I don't have the feeling of "love" I have the pit in my stomach where I feel like a 12-year-old at the middle school dance, I do feel the nervousness that comes with it, I do experience the sweaty palms and the rapid thinking "is my hair ok, does my breath stink, did I wear the right clothes, or my favorite does she even like me or said yes cause of pitty" see these are a feeling that need a completely new word on its own ... yes "love" does cover it pretty good but I'm sure there's a better word for it and I'm sure we'll find it and if not ill be satisfied with love but I just feel that by over using the one word that can cover all those feelings is killing that word. Well thank you for listening to my rant but it's how i truly feel love is relevant nothing concrete...goodnight and sweet dreams peace!
October 8, 2007 - Monday
For The Night is Young
Let the music heal the blind
While we speak of tonight,
Let memories of other nights
help me prove that I was wrong.
"Don't worry the night is young!" they say
With an eager smile across their face
They said that this was easy
And they also said this would be a breeze
Something I don't comprehend is how she would pick me
Cause she's way too beautiful to be with me
After it was all done
I toasted and thanked the host
"sooner or later she'll learn I'm not the one
that's what scares me the most
sooner or later she'll know I'm no fun
so I bid you farewell and to this I toast"
October 3, 2007 - Wednesday
The Dance
Current mood: artistic
The rhythm in my soul grows
as the tempo slows down
to a gentle waltz accompanied by a small symphony
after that I knew this night would end with melancholy
The music sparks the dance in her step
we waltzed around as if it was heaven right then
later tonight, chances are that I might be lying on the floor staring into her eyes
as if they were gleaming stars up on a foggy night
She responded "this is crazy you're a guy I hardly know!"
And I respond "It's up to you to find if your heart can listen to my soul"
The clock struck twelve and I expected her to go
but she reluctantly said no, she wanted to dance a little more
she grabbed my arm and said "let's go, it's getting a little cold"
stumbling along we ended up on the dance floor once more
Feeling the rhythm of life
I thought this would turn out to be one hell of a night
and it turned out to be
but that's one thing I didn't see right away
I was right in the beginning
this night did end with melancholy
but not a complete tragedy
don't bother looking for me
chances are I'm lying on the ground
staring at the sunny sky with scattered clouds
while I whisper to myself "let the rhythm of life ring..."
in the soul of every being.
September 26, 2007 - Wednesday
The Dream
"Lets wait till dawn so we can talk all night
you know 'bout things we both like..."
Too bad it's all one big sham
created by his mind to pick at the scabs
of the relationships he never had
they will speak the whole night
"Remember the time we danced in my living room?
or what about the big ole' fight?" he said
He thinks to himself
"The sun will be coming up pretty soon
and she'll be just as stunning as the beautiful view
I wish I had the guts to kiss her myself "
See this was true
the whole night he longed for her kiss
too bad he was going to awaken soon
and he will think about all day is how he just missed
the one opportunity to get his one chance at this
He looked around and everything went hazy
then everything went black
he yelled after Stacy
but she never yelled back
he woke up from his dream
and wished to go back
this was his luck
and he went back to sleep
hoping to see her once again so they can speak
The dreams we left behind (edited and finished)
"The dreams we left behind"
She's the spark of life that keeps me awake at night
With the jolt of jitters I get when she speaks her mind
Our time apart has not been kind
Leaps and bounds of weathered love
And the memories that will never come
Memories of how things were and why we cared.
the same memories we thought we were supposed to share
Maybe things were supposed to happen this way?
Old wives tales say that "Change is never to late"
But we both know things will never be the same
Lets keep the memories we can never reach
And dream those sleepless nights away
February 8, 2008 - Friday
Wait The Day Away
(This poem was written in my journal during the summer break between June 2007 - Jan 08...I kept writing random sentences in all my pages and I began to put them together, the I edited them away and I created a nice little story line to follow but still kept the basic themes intact I hope you like it ! And please tell me what you think bye!!)
The boy sits and waits the day away
She's at home trying to think of the things he has to say
He stares at her soul through the picture on the monitor
She just sits at home beginning to wonder
"is this all real? Or was it fake? Did he lie, was he like the rest?"
The boy begins to think "was I right? Will I f*ck up? Should I even do this?"
A few months pass and the questions remain unanswered,
He still sits at home staring at her soul through those gorgeous eyes
She's moved on already dating better guys
She wonders "what was his name? Who was he? I hope he's ok"
All he can think is "why did I say no? Why did I let her go?
Why didn't I make an attempt to chase?"
Time is not a factor now, they both moved away, far away
He still remember the soul he once wished for
No longer there, no longer his to hold
She still remembers the boy but the memory is to far away
She knows the face but can't recall the name
They both wish things would go back and be the same
But they could help it this was their fate
She sits at work and wonders "whatever happened to him? Did he remain the same?"
He sit at the park and all he says is "so much for waiting to find your soulmate"
January 21, 2008 - Monday
The Prayer of the Enlightened
We covet things we can't have
And beg the saints to understand
The voiceless prayers of the masses
For the answers to our questions
"Doesn't it bother you?" they ask
"That you keep trying to save everyone else"
Or help them run from their past?
"You're too busy saving everyone else when will you ever save yourself?"
Save yourself from all the thoughtless conversations
About the wars being fought?
Or the mindless ideas being taught?
We covet most things but knowledge is not one
See the world can't be saved with bullets alone!
The world takes a back seat to the brand new phones
For once believe in change
Believe in knowledge
Believe in truth
Not something blurred and misunderstood
But something we can learn from our books
Through that, the voiceless prayers will be granted
And the mindless prayers answered.
November 27, 2007 - Tuesday
Naïve
Be naive my young fellow,
break the bonds that keep you tethered
to these rendered down emotions of peasants & beggars
Open your Eyes you can't make it out there
Your worthless words written on an uncharted canvas
along with the made up lines & unanswered questions,
Your broken heart tags along the unwanted sadness
but be naive young fellow of course you're destined for greatness
It's been 10 long years and nothing has changed
you only have your hobby and yourself to blame
those worthless words are the only things keeping you sane
but yet in you nothing has changed, you're still naive to think you'll make it one day
Every morning you say the same thing to the mirror
"naive young fellow don't be so bitter,
someone is bound to like your writing sooner or later"
the pathetic things I haven't lea
November 15, 2007 - Thursday
Memoirs
don't worry about the title it has nothing to do with the poem ....enjoy
1st Period- French
All I remember from High School
are the useless essays and horrible food
Great Big Buildings and the little bungalows
my days filled with classes and Girls
and little pranks for cheap thrills
Going to football games and playing in the band
Being called names but taking them like a man
Things happen in High School that change you
It can turn you into fools, so no matter what stay true
be yourself and grow
be ready for the cruel cruel world
Those things are Ages away now
like old roman gods
or the maturity gained from it all
We all grow up
but never feel old
These things we can't grasp or comprehend
are things we want but can't understand
the irony of it all is that we'll forever be cursed
our hearts grow old all beat up and bruised
but we mature as young adults
into the big cruel world
November 14, 2007 - Wednesday
Today
So as of yesterday I have to call myself a hypocrite haha cause I was usually saying "I love cooking" and don't get me wrong I do but idk if I'm in way over my head I've been in there they're speaking of muscles I never even heard of. today we learned how to break down the shank..(the whole leg) of the cown into 5 different muscles and well like always I'm nervous to ask a question cause everybody in there has had some restaurant experience... I worked in the caf the only think I knew how to do well was how to take pizza out of the box haha ........BUT one thing I will not quit cause come on if everyone quit when times got hard then we wouldn't advance as a race...I'm just frustrated that all the muscles sound the same they all end with (essimus or I ) haha but I can't wait cause Friday I can learn to do it hands on well I gtg I have some comics to read haha ok later !
November 13, 2007 - Tuesday
Love Is Relevant
Love is a great topic to write about for today. See ill be the first one to tell you love is a great thing, one of the greatest thing a human can feel. I'm loves advocate I put feelings into expressions and words but I noticed ... love isn't a constant feeling just like space and time love is relative. See love is such a general term it can be used for anything "omg! I love cake!"(lol I'm sorry haha) or "I love this movie!" so it makes me wonder if love is the right term to use when you fall hard for someone. It has been used so much that it has been spread so thin its become vague I hate to say it but the word "love" is overrated I think there are other words that pacl more of a punch with its mean and the way you feel after you say it. Just because I don't think love is a great word does not mean I don't have the feeling of "love" I have the pit in my stomach where I feel like a 12-year-old at the middle school dance, I do feel the nervousness that comes with it, I do experience the sweaty palms and the rapid thinking "is my hair ok, does my breath stink, did I wear the right clothes, or my favorite does she even like me or said yes cause of pitty" see these are a feeling that need a completely new word on its own ... yes "love" does cover it pretty good but I'm sure there's a better word for it and I'm sure we'll find it and if not ill be satisfied with love but I just feel that by over using the one word that can cover all those feelings is killing that word. Well thank you for listening to my rant but it's how i truly feel love is relevant nothing concrete...goodnight and sweet dreams peace!
October 8, 2007 - Monday
For The Night is Young
Let the music heal the blind
While we speak of tonight,
Let memories of other nights
help me prove that I was wrong.
"Don't worry the night is young!" they say
With an eager smile across their face
They said that this was easy
And they also said this would be a breeze
Something I don't comprehend is how she would pick me
Cause she's way too beautiful to be with me
After it was all done
I toasted and thanked the host
"sooner or later she'll learn I'm not the one
that's what scares me the most
sooner or later she'll know I'm no fun
so I bid you farewell and to this I toast"
October 3, 2007 - Wednesday
The Dance
Current mood: artistic
The rhythm in my soul grows
as the tempo slows down
to a gentle waltz accompanied by a small symphony
after that I knew this night would end with melancholy
The music sparks the dance in her step
we waltzed around as if it was heaven right then
later tonight, chances are that I might be lying on the floor staring into her eyes
as if they were gleaming stars up on a foggy night
She responded "this is crazy you're a guy I hardly know!"
And I respond "It's up to you to find if your heart can listen to my soul"
The clock struck twelve and I expected her to go
but she reluctantly said no, she wanted to dance a little more
she grabbed my arm and said "let's go, it's getting a little cold"
stumbling along we ended up on the dance floor once more
Feeling the rhythm of life
I thought this would turn out to be one hell of a night
and it turned out to be
but that's one thing I didn't see right away
I was right in the beginning
this night did end with melancholy
but not a complete tragedy
don't bother looking for me
chances are I'm lying on the ground
staring at the sunny sky with scattered clouds
while I whisper to myself "let the rhythm of life ring..."
in the soul of every being.
September 26, 2007 - Wednesday
The Dream
"Lets wait till dawn so we can talk all night
you know 'bout things we both like..."
Too bad it's all one big sham
created by his mind to pick at the scabs
of the relationships he never had
they will speak the whole night
"Remember the time we danced in my living room?
or what about the big ole' fight?" he said
He thinks to himself
"The sun will be coming up pretty soon
and she'll be just as stunning as the beautiful view
I wish I had the guts to kiss her myself "
See this was true
the whole night he longed for her kiss
too bad he was going to awaken soon
and he will think about all day is how he just missed
the one opportunity to get his one chance at this
He looked around and everything went hazy
then everything went black
he yelled after Stacy
but she never yelled back
he woke up from his dream
and wished to go back
this was his luck
and he went back to sleep
hoping to see her once again so they can speak
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