I am Worthy

No more will I be brought down
by someone elses words
I'll take my chin and raise it up
and stand without the cords
because I won't be chained up
and taken down like that
I'm better than the negative
I'll get past the regret
I know that I am worthy
of friends who trust in me
and ones that will stay by my side
and stick things out with me
I no longer will be the one
to dwell on misery
I have found a way to happiness
it has risen up in me
I wont let myself fall back
into my darkest mind
I'll pass through all my trials
and keep an open mind
because all things work out
in their own due time
and all my trials are blessings
they just change with time
they always make me stronger
they give me strength to give
and so I'll keep on living
cause this life is mine to live
I wouldn't want things any
other way than this
I feel I am wrapped up
in my own sweet cloud of bliss

The Door

The world will continue to rotate tomorrow as it did today
but nothing is ever the same.
  No moment is identical to any other
and no person is either.
  Knowing this makes goodbyes difficult-
because no matter how hard people try to stay in touch,
we can never recreate the circumstances that drew us together.
  We can never relive fond memories;
  and yet saying goodbye acts like a door-
  the people can choose to leave and never reopen the door,
or they can revisit the door and create new memories together.
  Whatever the case may be
we never forget those we loved
and those who loved us back will always meet us at the door again someday

Channeling Foreign Emotions

Channeling foreign emotions;

my frequency flows through your veins.

Blood type A now I'm tuning.

This spirit of mine is singing to you-

convincing your cells to recieve my sounds,

my screams and whispers and soft cries-

those things fleeing normal perception.

You hear me when I'm not speaking,

listening to my heart inside you

around you and without you.

Intertwined without a single touch.

NonSimplicity

Passion of weeds

or love like a rose?

What do we sow

and whoever knows?

Typical symbols

of storybooks told-

chasing a rainbow,

looking for gold.

Greener pastures,

brighter days-

yonder where the sun doth play.

Maybe what we want to see

isn't always there,

hidden in a secret garden

along with other dreams ditched without care.

A castle for one

A bridge for another.

A fighting soldier

and star crossed lovers,

a distant friend

or a terrible foe-

where our life takes us

nobody knows.

Coupled with love

doubled with hate

Whichever we choose

is another man's fate.

None the Same

I came across a man one day

And it seemed he had a lot to say

But it was only spoken with his eyes

For his voice was compromised

Through catching glance

He conveyed by chance

A love he had not gained

Looking back it was such a shame

A marvelous fellow

Although rather mellow

His smile overwhelmed one’s heart

Only then till he fell apart

For when sorrow took place

It appeared on his face

And his demeanor was as grey as the rain

But he loved her all the same

The man with telling eyes

Never could find a deflector or disguise

As the love he could never achieve

Became his swollen grief

Everyone could tell

The pain he could not quell

It ate him up inside

This love he never denied

But one he could not attain

For she loved him none the same

Passerby

A statue stood in front of me

not quite the image I thought to see

for when I looked upon it's face

there was a mirrored image in it's place

But looking upon this molded stone

I realized it was all alone

except for I looking on I

yet I seemed to be just a passerby

Hardly recognizing what I saw

it seems I stood there in great awe

not because it was nearly artistic perfection

but due to the lack of knowing my own reflection

Open Book

Looking through a different lens

than most people do

the message that I comprehend

is something meant for you

and if only you would take a look

you'd view my thoughts quite clearly

because I'm like an open book

and it only takes a query

to make me disclose what I see

it only takes time to behold it...
Oh what you could see!
And it all begins with me.

Fighting Yourself

I won't.
But maybe...
I could?
No!
Yet...
Slipping falling
heart is calling,
waging war
without keeping score,
on the sleeve
yet I don't believe,
not wanting
emotions haunting...
Holding back,
gave some slack,
shouldn't ever-
now or never.
Love the divide,
can't decide.
Leaning toward
going forward
maybe I could...
maybe you would...
feel something?
Anything.
Maybe there's a possibility?
And if not oh well-
best to not dwell.

The Prince and His Girl

A story told

it sounds like gold,

the tale is worth a tell.

A girl in a castle

seems such a hastle

to a prince doing all too well,

he's loaded with coins

he's girded his loins

he'll fight till the monster doth fail-

then the girl will come running,

looking most stunning

in a white dress and matching veil.

For the two, a happy life,

a husband and his wife-

in the end love doth prevail!

I'm Doing Just Fine On My Own

What do you do when the world turns on you
do you sit back and watch things explode?
What do you say at the end of the day
when you're mad but there's nobody home?

You tell a lie to yourself in your head
then you revise what you said in your head

Do you need anybody?
I'm doing just fine on my own
Don't you want anybody?
Can't people just leave me alone...

What do you think at the end of the week
when everything has gone all wrong?
What might you do when a problem's in view
do you turn and run the other way?

You tell a lie to yourself in your head
then you revise what you said in your head
you tell a lie to yourself in your head
to yourself
in your head.

Prison of Learning

Stuck in a prison

for half of my life

learning and working

for no set price

listening to lectures

and sitting all day

when will I get to go out and play?

why has all fun been drained from my life?

I'm sentenced to work

at home and at school

a prison of learning

I'm in one, are you?

Plastic Friendships

The popular people

with all of their friends

you'd think are easy to befriend

and yet they aren't
unless you don't want to be close

cause they smile and they laugh

but they act like a ghost

they pass right through you're life

they don't hold deep conversations

they don't want more close relations

they just don't care about more people

so why do we flock to them?

Shouldn't we want to be close to others-

really close, the kind of close that makes talking about anything easy?

Friendships are becoming so shallow nowadays

depth is hard to reach, maybe it just comes with age?

but I doubt it

The Missionaries

The missionaries

away from their homes
sacrifice so much
to teach something so precious
sacrifice so much
to face persecution
sacrifice so much
to serve the Lord
The missionaries

with the little black name tags
love so much
they give up thier time
love so much
they make new friends
love so much
the church they're in
The missionaries

with the bright dispositions
are happy
to serve others
are happy
to have people invite them in
are happy
to be doing something worthwhile
The missionaries

also face hard times
it's hard when
they get a door slammed in their face
it's hard when
they get a cold shoulder
it's hard when
they don't find people to teach
I love the missionaries
they teach me so much
It's good to sacrifice-
for worthwhile things
It's good to love-
everyone

It's good to be happy-

about every blessing
It's good to face hard times-
that's how we learn
I will always respect
the missionaries

Land Mind

I walk in a land that nobody knows

and I like it there because I'm alone

It's a beautiful place filled with so many trees

and I can sit and relax and feel the breeze

I love this place where nobody has been

and it's all in my head

and now it begins...

Starry Night Dreams

I roam with the stars

in the middle of the night

when my dreams take flight,

it's an amazing thing

to feel like you're flying

the gravity you're defying.

The stars chase me

as I soar through the milky way

the whole time they seem to say,

"we'll brighten your path."

We play connect the dots

with a couple thoughts

and we etch a sketch in the sky,

what a feeling it is to dream!

Can't Find Another

Oh how I yearn for a heart like yours

so intricately composed.

I wish I had the personality

to capture one like you possess.

You perplex my mind,

I never know what's next-

it's an adventure just to talk!

And against all odds I think the thought,

that maybe I'll find someone like you...

someone like you

for me.

Could I find someone who dreams,

who is adventurous,

who dares to take risks,

who is outgoing and comical?

Can I find someone like you?

But then again...

who's to say that you aren't

one of a kind?

And everybody knows that-

it's impossible to find two one of a kind

Wallflowers

I hid behind a wall all day

sitting in the shade

I wanted to sing and dance and play

but in the shade is where I stayed

I watched everyone else having the best time they ever had

but sitting by myself I wondered, had I ever been that glad?

Had I ever let myself be known to ever have some fun

or was I just a wallflower soaking up the sun?

It's not like I wanted to be misunderstood

or thought of as thinking I was just too good

I was just too shy to try

something else that day

so I told them I was happy, now wasn't that a lie

I told them I was happy, so in the shade I stay

Crazy Cards

How do I put into words how I'm feeling
while my heart still hurts and my mind is reeling,
You played the cards with a straight face
I should've known better when you set down an ace
You played the game a bit too well
and all the time I couldn't tell-
You hid dark cards behind your back,
this whole time I was under attack
by your lying- I didn't see
how fake you were being infront of me
but now I know better than to let you in
your secret words, your vicious grin
you never liked the game you played
but you loved the cards you laid
Oh now i see how insanity
runs in the family

Couple's Rule

When the world screams at you

"you've got to be a two"

and you search so hard just to hear

them shout "you're nowhere near"

so you sit all on your own

even when you're not alone-

because it's all about couples now

and how everyone gets someone somehow

and they say "you just have to search for"

but you look and they say "no more-

nobody there will want you,

nobody now to claim too"

and you wonder of your beauty

and you wish you could just be free

of the trial of being just one

feeling you have no one

you want it all to end

you are looking for the bend

of this age old standard of two

but truth is you don't want it to be just you

you just want someone to care

feel like someone is there

someone you could turn to

but you just can't find someone with feelings for you

you can't be a two

if nobody will like you

so you just listen and hope

that you'll be able to cope

with the possibility that there's no two

for you

An Ode to Puzzles

I don't fit in with people my age
I'm like the one puzzle piece in a thousand piece puzzle
that doesn't belong in the box it got caught in
I'm left out and ignored
don't even come close to matching the other pieces that "clique" together
I'm the yellow piece in a blue monochromatic jigsaw
I would fit in somewhere but not with these puzzle pieces
and it leaves me to wonder...
is there a blue piece in the box of yellows?