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...