Raging Winds of Caged Wings

Is this a lasting love,

Or something passing?

Because I’d like to know

If I can be sure of

All the times you said you wanted me.

But, then something changed in me

And all I could do was deny this thing.

 

So when the night comes

And your all alone

Don’t think of me

As what could be.

Think of what was and that

I’m not your love.

I don’t buy souls.

 

I just sell them,

Since I’m already going to hell.

And I’ve got no problem with that

Since I am my own.

And you are just a pawn

Of this whole mind game.

But what happens

 

When I want a real love?

There Is No Title For Love

The record’s spinning round and round,

And my heart is beating non-stop.

When you walk in and say,

You would marry me if I were 22,

But I’m only 19.

So, what’s the deal with being in a hurry?

Time is something that is just our lie.

Like the time you said you were fine.

 

Who’s to say we need this now?

Nothing is out there

But the whole world.

And the ease of this pain

Is what sooths your burn,

Like the time we kissed in the rain.

If only my math was better,

I could add a few numbers.

 

But all I have is my creativity,

So I’ll just build a home

That will last.

And now we’re dancing round and round,

Like the King and Queen.

When you whisper in my ear and say,

You would marry me if I were 22,

But I’m only 19.

 

Maybe this is just the test?

To see what moments last

Until the sunset.

Sunshine is the kiss that keeps on giving

Besides the lips of your honey.

And the combination we’ve created

Is like the wrist watch my father bought,

Never dying.

 

One last turn,

And one last kiss when we realize

The music’s fading.

And now we’re just swaying.

When you walk away and say,

You would marry me if I were 22,

But I’m only 19.

Message In A Heart Shaped Glass

You ask me.

You ask me why the sky is blue

And the grass is green.

Why your veins are blue

And your blood stains red.

You ask me.

You ask me why I love you

And not another.

 

My dear.

My dear you are the sky that is blue

And that grass is green.

For if you were not apart of me,

Where would that leave you?

And your veins are blue from

The ice running to my heart.

And the red that you see

Is the moment I cut away from you,

to leave.

 

Never tell.

Never tell me why the sky is blue

And the grass is green.

Why your veins are blue

And your blood stains red.

Never tell me.

Never tell me why I love you

And not another.

 

A Soul.

A soul is what is trapped

Inside this body

Yearning to break free.

But that day may never come,

To keep me at bay.

So I hold onto your body

Like an infant at dinner.

This is just a cage,

That cannot be broken.

 

The Truth.

The truth will set us free,

They say

But what if the truth is a lie,

In some weird way.

Honestly, honesty, it’s just us now.

The truth is,

We’re all alone now.

It’s An Internal Sacrifice, Called WWIII.

I am sure we’ve all looked at ourselves one time or another and not liked what we saw in the reflection.

Everyday it may be like World War III, fighting with your head and your heart.

But, what happens when you or I can no longer face our demons to keep them at bay?

Faith & Hope, Never Enough.

I just think of Him as an answering machine who sits at a desk with army boots on.

Sitting there choosing who to answer,

while he throws the rest of the voices around like paper planes into acid rains

to make sure their faith can never get too high.

How Is This Any Different Than Before?

If a kiss is only a kiss,

than what is a dance without the twists?

Just because you want to keep on moving it

don’t mean that you have it.

So, keep on rocking with it

and keep on shaking it

so we don’t get cold.

We may have just sold ourselves to

the dark side,

but that’s where we go to sleep-

right?

And if a kiss is just a kiss,

then why we do we keep on doing it?

What am I supposed to think

of your coffee stained lips

with smoke drenched breath?

Just because you inhale doesn’t make you smart,

just a little closer to death.

Like every time I breathe-

time gets a little closer to

the dark side,

but that’s where we sleep-

right?

And if a kiss is just a kiss,

then why do we have lips?

Tea Of Dreams.

The steam rolling off this tea

is floating away,

like my dreams

rising to the stars of that vast and endless sky .

Each particle has its own fiber,

own being.

Trying to escape

and find something bigger

than you or I.

But this tea is mine,

in the sense that as I drink it

the liquid will pass through my organs.

Free flowing.

Just like my dreams do every night

as I whisper to the sky.

Each syllable,

every vowel,

drifts up

until a certain light

captivates my night.

No Sheep Here Tonight

I can’t sleep.

It’s nights like these that I need to sleep, but never seem to be able to.

My mind just won’t turn off.

One, two, three.

Yup, still awake.

Sounds off, except for the passing train.

All I hear are the melodies my heart wants to create.

One, two, three.

My eyes are still open

and I should be sleeping.

Oh well, guess it just means I won’t get as much sleep as I should.

One, two, three.

That’s the life of me.

No sheep here tonight.

Days Are Like Moments, Just Extended.

Some days life doesn’t go how I want it to

and some days pass by like the river to my left.

So here’s my hope that I’ll keep living this life like my heart is beating for two

and just because there may be two lives

it doesn’t mean it make this whole thing any easier.

And I’ll dream that this neighbor of mine will make it through the night

just one more time.

It takes a little bit of hope

that I’ll keep living this life like my heart is beating for two

just to make sure that someone special can see that

some days life doesn’t go how we want it

and some days pass like the river to our left.

We have to see that we are not as far apart as it seems

because we all have little moments that change our lives

to become more human.

It’s Sunday FUNday!

It's a wonderful day!

Another start of the week has come (if you count Sunday as the start of the week ) and for me, it’s going to be a busy one!

Woke up at 7:30, I couldn’t sleep any more.

So, I decided to get up, open my shade, stare outside and think of 10 things I was grateful for.

Yes, yes, I did write them down.

I even think I will start doing this everyday. Write 10 things I am grateful for, no matter how insignificant or giagantic they might be, they have meaning!

I challenge all of you (if you aren’t already doing this) to write down every day 1o things you are grateful for, as well as, take 20 minutes to just do something for yourself in that time you are writing down what you are grateful for (it can be a couple of words or a couple of sentences for each, don’t limit yourself).

Trust me, it’s well worth it!

Here’s my list for today (in no particular order):

Music

My family

Friends

Play grounds

People who believe in me

My dreams

Nail polish

Tea

Pens

Postage Stamps