The Buzzing Fly.

They invade your space with their buzzing noises of automatic annoyance.
Sending chills from the back of our necks, forearms then our chest.
Coming through the front door to circulate my surroundings.
Looking around at where this fly is at,
I stood without movement waiting for it's next move.
Until it flew, I reacted in violence denouncing it's life that's invading mine.
Not being able to silence the bug,
missing every slap I throw trying to aim for it's death.
I stare straight while the buzz revolves around me.
Agitated for I can never catch this insect that feeds off my actions taunting me with it's wings.
Landing on the floor, table, windows and couches camouflaged as so it seems.
Finally I grabbed the swatter and threw my arms in every direction.
Hoping that somehow the fly will come in contact with me having it ricochet to the ground where it'll die.
I watched it's wings twitch and it's legs squirm running upside down.
I bent down to stare in it's eyes,
as I wouldn't doubt it looked back into mine.
Then it stopped moving.
May pity be felt for these creatures?
Will it's family and friends come and suffocate me with all their buzzing?
Would I feel guilt once I declare my victory?


No, fuck that.
5/11/11
21:52

Overwhelming Waves.

A sand crab trickles it's way across the oceans floor,
looking for places of protection to not be washed away by the seas shore.
Hiding away from overwhelming waves that crash on the poor little creature.
Immediately reacting or a second lost may cost him dearly.
Learning from mistakes, he's been washed up within the power of the oceans current,
being twirled around in circles wondering if he'll come out alive,
finally landing on the cool sand with a new view of the sky,
trying to never again be caught up in all one wave may bring.
Strangers come and try to take him away from where he'd rather be,
clawing away trying to not care of what others think or what they see.
While a wave backtracks it's way to where it came,
the sand crab runs farther away due to its born shame.
When will he find his place?
Where will he be when that moment comes?
The sea continues to crash especially at night,
he looks up at the moon for the little time he has until the next wave.
Wondering if one day he can live in peace with no threats in sight,
as he hopes deep within the sand running away every now and then waiting to be saved.

5/9/11
21:54

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.

Day 10
4/18/11
20:24

These Past Two Days.

Opportunities,
that have no kind of struggle,
are questionable.

Without a purpose,
will there be no accidents,
at all, to learn from.

Though, altogether
obtaining what’s been dreamt of,
in a clammy grasp.

6/15/12

my darlings impact.

22:42
When falling asleep doesn't feel like going to bed,
you're left with irritated eyes.
Waiting responses, answering the day,
of lost solo loneliness.
A pillow fluffs differently,
cell phone lights the dark,
scrolling the nucleus,
slow dim lights replace brightness.
Darlings grown up vibe,
over breaking a promise,
of spending less time in the ballroom,
a love so tremendous,
it'll only get older.
So, while I'm still young,
paused for pages of texts,

6/10/12
23:04

*last line is title.

Titles and Trophies.

A trophy, something to be cherished, something to gain a certain title.
If you're proud of all you've had to accomplish to accept that trophy you'll keep its shine.
You do care of what others may think of you and why you'd hold your head high.
Having a sense of self- respect for yourself rather than not care at all.
What kind of person doesn't worry of their name being held in judgements?
Who can sleep comfortable knowing their trophy only shines under their own light?
A slight difference between over-thinking and normally caring.
People don't care, because they believe all that they do is correct.
As if a stubborn child can't accept being proved wrong and sticks to their pride.
A title that once described what they've accomplished,
now collects dust on the wall of memories that use to hold life.
One day, they'll all shatter on the broken floor they themselves have broke.
now impossible to see a clear picture of who they thought they were,
influencing a change to try and have a trophy of their own.
Something to show the world,
acknowledging the fact of where they've come from to get where they now stand.

5/9/11
22:38

Slow Dancing With Mary.

We reunited behind an alley as I froze looking in her eyes,
immediately I kissed her lips that sent my mind high up touching skies.
She wore a green and purple dress that was covered in diamonds,
amber eyes and light brown hair with gold tipped ends.
I breathed her in and never let go,
holding her captive till my sight viewed slow.
Her scent grasped my attention creating more of a desire,
I looked in those eyes as they stared into the fire.
We went inside a ballroom with dim lights to hide our love from people we don't know,
we began slow dancing as she released my thoughts not afraid of letting them show.
She stole my time for it was already hers to begin with,
swaying with the music as she numbed my body having me live within her myth.
We danced and never let each other go holding hands,
people are against us but until they've danced with Mary, they'll understand.
She invited me to go with her to a far away cloud,
as her persuasive whispers sang out loud.
Leave us alone, let us fly free,
until she shows thee unshown having me see.
It feels as If we've been in love for four hours but it's only been twenty minutes,
not knowing when is enough for she's already surpassed my limits.
But now, she let go of my hands having me fall back down to earth as she yelled, "You've had plenty."
Having it be our anniversary, I screamed back, "Happy Four Twenty!!"

Day 12

4/20/11
16:21

Her Wings.

Please, give me your wings so I can fly.
There's no time to waste so don't ask why.
I promise I'll look over you from above,
and come down when ever you're in need of love.
But for now I have to leave my grounds to find inspiration,
whether or not it's far away, I'll soar high enough to search gods creation.
I won't be gone for long, but loneliness could be grown.
I encourage her to deny any other love shown.
I tell her to look up at the sky and wonder where I've been,
until the stars are hidden no more behind clouds thick and thin.
Because my figure can't be spotted therefore I can see,
if she can sleep comfortably while missing me.
Even though I'm flying, doesn't mean gravity can't bring me down.
Daydreams kill me when I imagine your smile frown.
Now, she doesn't look for me anymore when having a good day,
beginning a new love, forgetting all of my past say.
My inspiration is found, you're reading exactly what it brings,
I hate you eternally, but thank you, for giving me your wings.

2/23/11

23:27