Thank you, for and to, who ever reads this.

there are a few things I have to keep and fix up, I'm excited for one in particular and what I could make of it. Story wise. Informing people of what I'm doing as of now, against how I've been posting my older poetry from a while back. Though im just showing you, everything, since then and a little bit of now. When I say 'then', I mean around the date/time I posted the poems/stories.

Her Nightmare.

She called him deep within the night waking up crying from her nightmares, 
he was still awake to her surprise concluding, "Maybe he cares?" 
Asking him for reasons of why he's up so late at night, 
"To much on my mind darling, don't worry for I'll be alright." 
Momentarily arriving in her room through the window, they both laid down as she explained. 
Describing how everything was so real that she even felt the pain. 
Silent at first until she began to explain.
They finished off a great day together and went to her room, 
locked behind what she didn't know would be her doom. 
It was there it began for she couldn't turn back, 
she slowly watched the devil cover his eyes to turn them black. 
He began to hit her face that broke all smiles from ever being born, 
she fought for her life while torture was the only thing death had worn. 
She saw him screaming her name as she cried for help of any kind, 
bones being carved, snapped, fallen and intwined. 
Her life falling loose out her arms as if forced to run off her hands, 
from the cold knife he withheld that pierced through her heart never to understand.
The boy paid attention and questioned
"What happens next of what I've done?"
She continued stating him saying, "I've only begun." 
She's been tortured by her lover and was given no chance to escape, 
a curve in her stabbed body starting from her neck to waist denting her souls shape.
Her blood splattered across his chest painting his face, 
choking her with one hand and stabbing her stomach consecutively in place. 
She turned her body and saw his reflection from the shine of his knife, 
having it be written to end her life. 
He laughed and pulled his hand back to hit her once more introducing death having it be the moment she awoke. 
Replaying every action in her mind down to every word he spoke. 
He smirked at her story promising it won't come true, 
telling her to get some sleep and he'll be back when the sky turns blue. 
She smiled as he got to his feet to leave but something heavy fell out his pocket.
She got out from her covers and noticed it was the same knife that was used. 
She stared at him with a stiff dead stare,
as his eyes turned black he reached for his knife and began her nightmare.


4/27/11
22:35

Take Me Back.

Take me back to those years that I played in the sand,
I'm growing up to fast and it's a bother to understand.
Give me my careless ways and lack of responsibilities,
now I live in the real world with limited possibilities.
Let me have my favorite toy that kept my day fulfilled with fun.
nowadays the only freedom I have is to run.
Running toward my next class taking my next steps in life,
worrying about the next meal to eat when it use to be rife.
When money wasn't a factor or a need in my day,
back to when parents paid attention to all I had to say.
I realize my childhood was taken for granted now that I know reality,
she takes away every piece of sincerity to let me live unhappily.
Don't take away my memories as a kid,
give them back so at least before you take them they're already hid.
I live my day by day thinking of how easy my life was before I grew,
I just wish someone had told me so at least I had a clue.
I never cherished those moments of purity and joy,
sometimes I wish I can go back to when I was a young boy.

4/18/11
20:24

Already Missed.

My heavy head inside your light respectable brain,
Let me feel nothing then give me all your pain.
Pass the weight that sleeps on your shoulders,
you once kicked rocks that now turned to boulders.
Walk home, notice the streets lay tired after being so worn,
keep your skin together or else it'll be torn.
Come to your room, get ready for bed.
Dream the dream of doom to extract your complicated head.
Will you wake up? We'll soon find out.
Death creeped her way through your window showing what life's all about.
Why won't the sun shine for you anymore?
What promise did you make to the moon and what for?
Leave it behind and push death out the window she broke,
run with your shadow denouncing what you once spoke.
I'm waiting down your street where we first kissed,
another memory created but will surely be missed.

4/17/11

10:03

Dying For Attention.

No one pays any attention leaving her to feel lonely as ever,
her parents brush her off forcing an idea she believed was clever.
A young man, having a rough day drove his way home,
he couldn't wait to lock himself in his room to be alone.
The girl walked to the bus stop and sat on the bench,
the idea gripping around her mind until her brain clenched.
Staring off at the street with passing cars that drive fast,
thinking, "If I got hit, how long would I last?"
The boy, passing street lights beginning to speed,
loneliness has now become more than a want but a need.
His father neglects him so he looks upon his mother,
living under a broken house taking care of his little brother.
The girl stood up and walked straight,
toward the lanes of a street that will soon decide her fate.
The boy instantly comes forth reality not realizing what went wrong,
she's now bleeding, heavily breathing and won't live much long.
Ambulances and police surround the area as her parents try to keep her alive,
The boy feels horrible doubting she was able to survive.
Her father and mother both shed tears,
releasing emotions that haven't been shown for years.
The girl listens until she dies, her soul then stands on her feet,
looking down at her parents exposing their defeat.
Walking away knowing that they still love,
both hands cover the boys face as he looks at the heavens above.
I was there watching life happen right before my face,
I sat with that girl on the bench and was a witness to the case.
All she wanted was attention so she died gaining it most,
that boy looked at me with cold eyes as if he'd just seen her ghost.

4/14/11
00:00

Burning eyes from computer screens,
after watching a long day.
My darling didn't answer,
my phone calls question,
asking after the 'I miss yous',
and 'how was your days'.
My beds stomach growls out my name.
Demanding be fed my overall mind,
of sleeping or eating,
away, to closed burning eyes from computer screens,
with how ever way you can understand.

5/7/12
00:48

Telescopes.

Within my telescope, you are.
Sitting at the rim,
Unaware of the importance you now hold.
I watch you.
I stand there waiting for your next move too.
When lights dim,
till sky’s blue.
Beauty within a long paused look,
of moments when you’re reading a book.
Look away when I’m not looking,
My attention, now yours.
making dinner without cooking.
Within my telescope, you are.

1/7/12
18:03
collaboration poem with Amara Pang.

She's under thin shirts and a loose bra.
Before sitting,
slow scans her sculpture,
the little self respect,
I adore notice.
Leaning on steps forward,
slow movements moving,
unafraid of her beauty.
Not in the room this moment,
checking the door.
She's under thin shirts and a loose bra.

3/21
07:46

I Crawled Away.

When you're all alone, sitting next to him,
with eyes closed and the lights dim.
Can you see me, approaching you across the hall?
Do you feel me, or hear my heart instantly fall?
Out of my hands to the floor in between us,
you stare in confusion, asking why I must.
"It's for you my dear, I'll live on being empty.
Giving you my love until you've had plenty."
Accept my offer genuinely before I crawl away.
Don't react in pity because you'll regret today.
You see each pulse beat out my heart making it's way into your sight.
I had no purpose to invade your mind tonight.
Open your eyes now, and notice I'm not there.
While he's the one approaching, you see my heart within your stare.


Day 62
2/19//11
23:34