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she said, he said;
i am so tired, she said
i am ready to quit, she said
what is the point of all this, she said
is it over yet, she said
hold on fast, he said
do not think such sad thoughts, he said
you are in the driver's seat, he said
lead your life and write your story, he said
i am ready to quit, she said
what is the point of all this, she said
is it over yet, she said
hold on fast, he said
do not think such sad thoughts, he said
you are in the driver's seat, he said
lead your life and write your story, he said
dreams and hopes;
up in the stars
way way way up high
that is where dreams are made
our innermost desires
the flecks of our souls
so bright and beautiful
never let them put you down
they simply cannot see the beauty
of having such wonderful hopes come alive
way way way up high
that is where dreams are made
our innermost desires
the flecks of our souls
so bright and beautiful
never let them put you down
they simply cannot see the beauty
of having such wonderful hopes come alive
curious and quirky soul;
curious and quirky soul
gentle but with a hint of courage
soft-spoken but fierce in her own right
sometimes seen as minor
but surely pivotal
imagination in the clouds
but incredibly perceptive
seeing what others cannot
no changing it
no matter the ridicule she faces
a sure and steadfast friend
always reliable and wiling to fight
she has a heart of ruby and gold.
gentle but with a hint of courage
soft-spoken but fierce in her own right
sometimes seen as minor
but surely pivotal
imagination in the clouds
but incredibly perceptive
seeing what others cannot
no changing it
no matter the ridicule she faces
a sure and steadfast friend
always reliable and wiling to fight
she has a heart of ruby and gold.
just who do you think you are?
just who do you think you are?
to play god, think you’re above all
who are you to decide
who is more important
who are you to decide
who gets to live or die?
to play god, think you’re above all
who are you to decide
who is more important
who are you to decide
who gets to live or die?
you’re nothing but a fraud
cruel and cursed to the bone
there is no innocence or good
the rights you condone
nothing but twisted thoughts of your own
you don’t deserve leniency
jail is simply a daycare
for you to waste your days
and death is far too kind
you deserve:
"an eye for an eye"
as they deserve:
"do to others and you would have them do to you"
cruel and cursed to the bone
there is no innocence or good
the rights you condone
nothing but twisted thoughts of your own
you don’t deserve leniency
jail is simply a daycare
for you to waste your days
and death is far too kind
you deserve:
"an eye for an eye"
as they deserve:
"do to others and you would have them do to you"
you call it inhumane?
people like you, you’re not human.
people like you, you’re not human.
never gonna catch me;
gotta run away
feet pounding
heart racing
no end, not yet
keep on moving
out of breath
no stopping now
never, ever
fighting the demons
ever pursuant
each step erasing
the one before
resolution?
not a chance
never gonna stop running
no rest for the weary
never gonna catch me
feet pounding
heart racing
no end, not yet
keep on moving
out of breath
no stopping now
never, ever
fighting the demons
ever pursuant
each step erasing
the one before
resolution?
not a chance
never gonna stop running
no rest for the weary
never gonna catch me
butterfly;
we were bound to soar
because we are butterflies
we spread our wings wide
jump off, take flight
we are beautiful in our own right.
because we are butterflies
we spread our wings wide
jump off, take flight
we are beautiful in our own right.
a million words;
a million words
simple phrases
stories to be told
twenty six little letters
hold the meaning to our world
our existence to be put on paper
we pass on our legacies
to the next generation
and the next
and the next
and the next
never fading or forgotten
permanent records we create
guiding the future.
simple phrases
stories to be told
twenty six little letters
hold the meaning to our world
our existence to be put on paper
we pass on our legacies
to the next generation
and the next
and the next
and the next
never fading or forgotten
permanent records we create
guiding the future.
life: journey of choices;
life is a journey of choices
futures are created and altered
by the smallest of decisions
what may seem minuscule
could be life-altering
never believe you cannot change the world
for the world is always changing you.
futures are created and altered
by the smallest of decisions
what may seem minuscule
could be life-altering
never believe you cannot change the world
for the world is always changing you.
tripping through fields;
i am tripping through the fields
of daffodils and tulips
with dandelions kicked into the wind
floating away, free as can be.
the wide open plains
a blank canvas for my imagination
to build a life, and a future.
nonsensical musings will push me to the edge
slowly breathing in a deep breath
letting it out as i fall
spiraling out of control
spiraling out of control
tumbling gracefully downwards.
there will be an end.
there will be an end.
white rabbit;
white rabbit, white rabbit
the key to all adventure
she fell down the hole because of you
so alluring your aura was
white rabbit, white rabbit
anamorphic creature
your lips spill of fantastical worlds
how could she deny
your tempting words
white rabbit, white rabbit
ensnare her you have
she became yours
the moment you blessed her sight
with unearthly creations
white rabbit, white rabbit
see to it that you do not lead her astray
she depends on you for guidance
to become the defender
the champion of wonderland
the key to all adventure
she fell down the hole because of you
so alluring your aura was
white rabbit, white rabbit
anamorphic creature
your lips spill of fantastical worlds
how could she deny
your tempting words
white rabbit, white rabbit
ensnare her you have
she became yours
the moment you blessed her sight
with unearthly creations
white rabbit, white rabbit
see to it that you do not lead her astray
she depends on you for guidance
to become the defender
the champion of wonderland
conscience;
conscience
good bad right wrong
two sides to every coin
that little voice inside our heads
listen
good bad right wrong
two sides to every coin
that little voice inside our heads
listen
heroes;
heroes
we all need one
their origins and super powers vary
they can fight our world's battles
with aliens from afar
or simply be that listening ear
a shoulder to cry on
when all seems hopeless
not all heroes wear capes
or wield extraordinary skills
they can be found found
in the most unlikely of places
and many times overlooked
they is a hero in all of us
if we only know where to look
we are heroes to someone else
even if often times we do not realize it
we all need one
their origins and super powers vary
they can fight our world's battles
with aliens from afar
or simply be that listening ear
a shoulder to cry on
when all seems hopeless
not all heroes wear capes
or wield extraordinary skills
they can be found found
in the most unlikely of places
and many times overlooked
they is a hero in all of us
if we only know where to look
we are heroes to someone else
even if often times we do not realize it
secret;
secret
whispered thoughts
inklings of hope
sweet little dreams
imagine them all
for they are yours
whispered thoughts
inklings of hope
sweet little dreams
imagine them all
for they are yours
fly away;
fly away
fly fly fly
spread your wings
go forth, take flight
your dreams are alive
the world is open
the universe is yours to take
fly fly fly
spread your wings
go forth, take flight
your dreams are alive
the world is open
the universe is yours to take
alive;
beep. beep. beep. beep.
constant and ever present
seemingly annoying but oddly comforting
like crickets chirping on a warm summer evening
relish that background noise
monotone musical note
it means you're alive
chocolate delight;
so sweet, a little treat
tantalizingly amazing
drool-worthy and delicious
subtle but electric hints to taste buds
not asking for much, tiny morsel
yum yum yum, simple pleasures
heavenly chocolate delight
tantalizingly amazing
drool-worthy and delicious
subtle but electric hints to taste buds
not asking for much, tiny morsel
yum yum yum, simple pleasures
heavenly chocolate delight
hospital;
the continuous beeps and noises
provides little comfort
in the stark white room
devoid of any personality
it is a not a place of relaxation
despite the number of times they tell you
this place of healing
often times has the opposite mental effect
uncertainty and hopelessness - common emotions
strict regimens of prescriptioned health
no choice in the matter
not really knowing what is going on
trust is the biggest driving factor
people become numbers
and numbers become money
in the end, despite it all
it really is a business
24/7 it admits, treats, and discharges
a cyclic repetitive process
that is the american hospital system.
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simple musings;
simple musings
on a warm summer evening
gentle breezes
carrying the music of birds
alone but only the thoughts in the mind
smallest of comforts
idle hands with twiddling thumbs
sweet relaxation
a much needed reprieve
the setting of the sun
tickles one from their reverie
a magnificent sight to behold
we are all part of nature's circle.
[5/29/2013]
on a warm summer evening
gentle breezes
carrying the music of birds
alone but only the thoughts in the mind
smallest of comforts
idle hands with twiddling thumbs
sweet relaxation
a much needed reprieve
the setting of the sun
tickles one from their reverie
a magnificent sight to behold
we are all part of nature's circle.
[5/29/2013]
timeline;
a little mishap, one tiny mistake
falling backwards in a black hole
erasing a number of years
hurtling into the past
new places, new faces
new identities, new memories
no way to jump start to the beginning
slow and easy does it
start counting the years back to her old present
joining a somewhat familiar circle of friends
of ones who have been long dead
all the tiny pinpricks to her heart
the disasters that were sure to come
for one cannot meddle with time
with a new timeline comes new hurdles
a new set of best friends
and an unlikely source for love
with a teenager who has not quite
become the cantankerous solitary man
opposites may attract
but similarities set the foundation
book-loving, studious, and curious
two peas in a pod
however often they may bicker
one life may have been inevitably changed
with that little slip to twenty years past
but so has another, and one for the better
a new timeline filled with love
the greatest weapon against evil.
falling backwards in a black hole
erasing a number of years
hurtling into the past
new places, new faces
new identities, new memories
no way to jump start to the beginning
slow and easy does it
start counting the years back to her old present
joining a somewhat familiar circle of friends
of ones who have been long dead
all the tiny pinpricks to her heart
the disasters that were sure to come
for one cannot meddle with time
with a new timeline comes new hurdles
a new set of best friends
and an unlikely source for love
with a teenager who has not quite
become the cantankerous solitary man
opposites may attract
but similarities set the foundation
book-loving, studious, and curious
two peas in a pod
however often they may bicker
one life may have been inevitably changed
with that little slip to twenty years past
but so has another, and one for the better
a new timeline filled with love
the greatest weapon against evil.
we weren't born yesterday;
we weren't born yesterday
but we still have a long way to go
never too late to pursue our dreams
the only regrets we have
are the moments never taken.
but we still have a long way to go
never too late to pursue our dreams
the only regrets we have
are the moments never taken.
ourselves;
she's seen
she's known
she's become
it's achingly painful
beautifully painted
like the sad soulful moon above
twists and turns
tunnels and hoops
the path is never linear
we all run around in circles
the way we get there does matter
those experiences shape us
and distinguish us from others
our own destinies are shaped
upon the choices we make
we all have seen
we all have known
and we all become
ourselves.
forever young;
stop counting the years gone by
they will catch up to you
and you will your age multiply
time is meant to go on forward
no more living in the past
there is no time for that
we have lives to live
do not think of the past in numbers
but in memories
that will always bring smiles to our faces
no matter how many wrinkles grace our complexion
in our hearts, we are forever young
they will catch up to you
and you will your age multiply
time is meant to go on forward
no more living in the past
there is no time for that
we have lives to live
do not think of the past in numbers
but in memories
that will always bring smiles to our faces
no matter how many wrinkles grace our complexion
in our hearts, we are forever young
living lives;
life is full of tragedies
like shakespearean poetry
it mingles in our daily existence
there is no way to escape
but even in death, life and hope can be discovered
there is always a future to behold
always a positive outlook to be promised
if only one can look in the right places
there is no discovery without sacrifice
to find one deviant of light means to forego another
but as long as that leads to the ultimate goal
of being happy with oneself
there is no shame in losing possibilities
we shine brightly, even if others put us down
we are unique in our own ways
and what makes us different, makes us beautiful
we all have our own light at the end of the tunnel
no matter the tragedies and lost lives we may encounter
we must always take our chances
our decisions impacts the rest of futures
but we cannot find what we are looking for
if we are afraid of living our lives.
like shakespearean poetry
it mingles in our daily existence
there is no way to escape
but even in death, life and hope can be discovered
there is always a future to behold
always a positive outlook to be promised
if only one can look in the right places
there is no discovery without sacrifice
to find one deviant of light means to forego another
but as long as that leads to the ultimate goal
of being happy with oneself
there is no shame in losing possibilities
we shine brightly, even if others put us down
we are unique in our own ways
and what makes us different, makes us beautiful
we all have our own light at the end of the tunnel
no matter the tragedies and lost lives we may encounter
we must always take our chances
our decisions impacts the rest of futures
but we cannot find what we are looking for
if we are afraid of living our lives.
happy;
happy
the brighter days
glowing like the high sun
we feel the flame that flickers deep
our hope.
the brighter days
glowing like the high sun
we feel the flame that flickers deep
our hope.
happiness;
we always find ourselves at a point in our lives
where we may be truly happy
and know that things are going the right way
no matter where we find our happiness
it will find us, one way or another.
where we may be truly happy
and know that things are going the right way
no matter where we find our happiness
it will find us, one way or another.
darkness and sunrise;
sometimes, the darkness is overpowering
light extinguished for an unmentionable time
a state of mind and being
that is devoid of any emotion and turmoil.
but when the dark clouds hover
the rain falls in powerful torrents
beating down the back of those weary souls
no reprieve from endless emptiness.
we all find ourselves in this path
at one point in our life or another
after being beaten down like ragged dogs.
but there is that little flickering flame deep inside
not quite yet snuffed out
it burns with a yearning, it just needs to grow
it is our driving will
to force us to look towards the end of the tunnel
and just maybe start to see the rising sunrise.
light extinguished for an unmentionable time
a state of mind and being
that is devoid of any emotion and turmoil.
but when the dark clouds hover
the rain falls in powerful torrents
beating down the back of those weary souls
no reprieve from endless emptiness.
we all find ourselves in this path
at one point in our life or another
after being beaten down like ragged dogs.
but there is that little flickering flame deep inside
not quite yet snuffed out
it burns with a yearning, it just needs to grow
it is our driving will
to force us to look towards the end of the tunnel
and just maybe start to see the rising sunrise.
old photographs;
old photographs hidden away in a dusty box
pull apart the aged cardboard
reveal the secrets held inside
it's only logical to question
and delve into what was once the present
smiling faces, joyful occasions, and candid shots
glowing beauty radiating in each shot
precious like rare diamonds
these are what our dreams are made of
capturing the memories in eternal time
forever engraved in little pieces of paper
holding a lifetime of stories to pass on
when we are all gone and passed
this is the legacy that we will leave
and the happiness which were our lives.
pull apart the aged cardboard
reveal the secrets held inside
it's only logical to question
and delve into what was once the present
smiling faces, joyful occasions, and candid shots
glowing beauty radiating in each shot
precious like rare diamonds
these are what our dreams are made of
capturing the memories in eternal time
forever engraved in little pieces of paper
holding a lifetime of stories to pass on
when we are all gone and passed
this is the legacy that we will leave
and the happiness which were our lives.
life is our gift;
one foot in front of the other
a constant pounding against the asphalt
cool morning breeze that drifts
the break of dawn cutting through the clouds
a burning ache in suffocating lungs
oxygen running low
adrenaline sky rocketing
many more laps to go
there is no stopping
just like with time
it is every present, ever moving
and constantly changing
so many different memories to create
life is our gift
no better way to spend it
pursuing your happiness
like a runner in the early morning hours
they breathe in the fresh start of day.
a constant pounding against the asphalt
cool morning breeze that drifts
the break of dawn cutting through the clouds
a burning ache in suffocating lungs
oxygen running low
adrenaline sky rocketing
many more laps to go
there is no stopping
just like with time
it is every present, ever moving
and constantly changing
so many different memories to create
life is our gift
no better way to spend it
pursuing your happiness
like a runner in the early morning hours
they breathe in the fresh start of day.
mere commodity;
nothing more than a mere commodity
because they have no souls
humanity seemed justified in their coarse actions
inhumane ideals to create life from what has died
an identical replica to the prototype
excluding the basics of being human
if only to make them controllable
mold them like clay in the flesh
set out tasks that which they live to die
and when their use is all said and done
it is perfectly acceptable to terminate
like discarded broken machinery.
because they have no souls
humanity seemed justified in their coarse actions
inhumane ideals to create life from what has died
an identical replica to the prototype
excluding the basics of being human
if only to make them controllable
while they look and speak like any other
it's reminiscent of fifteenth century slave trade
merely tools for the taking
to support the lavish lifestyles of the rich
mold them like clay in the flesh
set out tasks that which they live to die
and when their use is all said and done
it is perfectly acceptable to terminate
like discarded broken machinery.
once upon a time;
once upon a time
she thought she fell in love
it was just a fatal attraction
desires built upon lust
there was no truth behind the emotions
nothing sacred worth noting
her mind toyed with her heart
becoming her downfall in the end
shamed with guilt
led on like a puppet on strings
in the end was it her fault
all the heartache she seemed to bring
bruised ego and aching soul
perhaps time will heal the wounds
forgive and forget the best she could
to move on as she knew she would.
she thought she fell in love
it was just a fatal attraction
desires built upon lust
there was no truth behind the emotions
nothing sacred worth noting
her mind toyed with her heart
becoming her downfall in the end
shamed with guilt
led on like a puppet on strings
in the end was it her fault
all the heartache she seemed to bring
bruised ego and aching soul
perhaps time will heal the wounds
forgive and forget the best she could
to move on as she knew she would.
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