All That Matters.

We can go somewhere in which there are no directions,
no desires of a destination.
We can get lost but still see each other from afar,
whether it be under street lights or fields of tall thin grass flowing with the wind.
Either way I'll be looking in your eyes,
just as I have years ago.
Runaway with me tonight not minding the morning,
just us together should be something worth the cancelled plans.
"So let's go." he had told her.
After a short pause her only reply was,
"I've already been lost with you, there's no need to run. Here we are now."

10/10/11
18:23

I'll Find You.

Is it safe to say that I've lost myself,
on the way of finding you?
Different shades of blue aligned your scarf.
When I walk alone I think of our walks,
the stars never seemed to be such an impact since then.
Your face never changed it's smile,
your eyes never changed the way they look at me.
My heart doesn't want another door to walk through with you,
left to stare out it's window looking at your happiness.
I know all the wonders you're going to think,
just as you know my expressions after you talk.
Bring me another night to spend with you.
I'll hold your hand while clouds separate.
Why have us both be lost finding each other?
When I know you don't like the feeling.
The cold wind won't touch me as long as I'm beside you.

10/11/11

21:36

Smiling At You.

I'm sitting on top of my courage,
as you sleep on your self respect.
Somethings won't change,
won't somethings change?
Hopefully one day I'm that person you'll think of when you've lost.
Revenge isn't the name I'll give to karma,
it's just a coincidence.
You said your blood isn't red with me,
your shadow is embarrassed to follow you.
That's why you roam in the night,
but the moon will always be there.
Try to run?
When really, all you wish to do is walk past everything in ease.
So hide behind your looks of confidence,
you're only igniting the flames of insecurity.
I'm not one to laugh at you dying,
a smile will make that difference mean something.

10/11/11
22:31

Lost Pieces.

Alone at last with the violins crying to me,
they shriek while falling down the wells of disaster.
An echo that slowly fades it's way out of existence.
From it's beginning and end I lose all my sincerity,
and in between? I'm forgotten.
The black walls don't seem to have an end,
questions of, "Where am I?"
How come I don't know why my eyes see what they saw,
when trying to recollect anything to remember?
Nothing seems to work,
why try to piece a puzzle when you know some are missing?
Trying to put together a picture out of what I have,
I see me falling down a well with black walls and falling violins.

9/29/11
23:59

40.

What began my days first moment,
was my mom saying goodbye,
to my little brother,
treating, talking, farewelling,
as I awaoke to hear it all,
it was my turn.
Brushed my bed head exposing my forehead
kissed it as if forgetting, who I am,
what I've done, said and showed.
Loved me no less and no more,
than my little brother.
Im awake now and vaguley remember,
scene after moment.
What I do know is she gave me $20.
"Say a little prayer." my beautiful mom always said.
I always heard, along with Vanessa.
I've honestly probably only said below ten,
since living in the apartments.
That I now drive past, looking for my front door.

4/13/12
08:57

Goodbye Jefferson.

I remember when we first met,
you blew me away, I underestimated you.
Once you were passed down given to me,
I looked at it as if a new friendship began.
We went through each high and never looked down at the lows,
our breath soared with the wind that we'd watch fly away.
I introduced you to some friends so they may understand my pain,
I'll never get to know what's it like to be with you in the rain.
For I have lost you nights ago,
I don't know how it happened but I let you go.
In such panic to be reunited,
it was hard to accept my mistake.
Never my choice, I'd never want to lose another friend.
I thank you for completing me in all my days end.
Where ever you are now I hope you give what you gave me,
just know that in my heart is where you'll always be.

9/25/11
10:01

The Leap.

Lost in the forest, she's been left alone.
Walking along the trail back home, she approached a challenge.
She stood on the other side of the rocks,
in between the steep river of pain.
The efforts in the perfect leap is something that'll take time in preparation.
With closed eyes, she took a long deep breath.
A few steps taken back, she gains the momentum she needs.
Each fish in the river saw the soles of her shoes from below with one look above.
She soared in mid air for a moment as she thought about the forest and all it's brought.
The reflection shown in the river was painted beneath her,
meaning she stands above it all.
Now landing on a new floor, she becomes aware of her surroundings.
The only thing to do is move ahead with life.
At some point and time she'll look back at the forest,
it's trees and rivers that trailed down the road, but now she's going to continue her walk ahead.

Just as soon as she opens her eyes and takes that leap.

10/11/11
22:02

Trapped.

It may take a minute to get their attention,
but once it's given, it's yours.
Another author, scientist or artist is inside them,
don't you wonder what it's like to walk in their shoes?
Maybe they dream of their own dreams,
a passion that wishes it had the opportunity.
A chance to show the world what's trapped inside,
if only their restrictions wouldn't let them hide.
Forced to accept society and be told what to do and when to do it.
There are some that hang on a thin thread,
but I'm talking about the ones with a balance.

( another example )

A mind containing many clever thoughts and words,
they complain for they'll never be spoken.
A mouth that can't speak on a face most people see and avoid,
a smile with drool trailing it's way off both lips.
Trapped underneath what the world sees,
frustration only shows when something doesn't go their certain way.
An excuse to throw tantrums,
revealing the true sadness that's locked within them.
We see an unstable person,
when it's an unfair soul that's trying to express what's felt deeply from within.

People who may know friends or strangers with birth defects relating to down syndrome, autism or any type of permanent sickness, I'm sorry you have to see and deal with them every once in a while, but just remember that they could be people just like us, just like you. What sucks is they don't get that chance to show you who they are. If they have dreams to be something, to talk to a girl they like or the least to talk correctly. This really strikes a nerve in me, but my perspective has drastically changed. I will write about how soon. So next time you see someone relating to this, I hope you'll have a different outlook. Now there's something else to think about than calling them retarded.

9/22/11
21:18

Forks, Knives and Spoons.

Forks are the kind of people that get things done,
straight to the point in many directions.
The most dominant against other utensils.
A knife is someone sharp and dangerous,
somewhat of a rebel toward the forks.
They'll slice through any meal and never achieve a dull blade.
Spoons have the tendency to work around the subject,
beating around the bush in such a circle that there's no meet to an end.
Even with a hollow core, spoons seem to give the most of what they're able to offer.
This prepares us for the meals in life.
We all know these kind of people,
what do you think you are?

10/11/11
22:44

Behind Our Frame.

"Hey there, here I am again."
My face said to the sidewalk.
Before I get a chance to save mental pictures of you,
I fall to fast.
It's something that can always be handled,
why waste the time from then till now?
I could be holding her hand,
oh wait,
I meant thinking of holding her hand.
When really, I'm just a painting in her picture.
This feeling kinda sucks,
then again that doesn't mean her eyes still lose me.

10/29/11
22:45