Summer sun shines as the seasons change, swiftly
A world changed by time, scarred by the past of you
Will my beloved Winter come back to me again someday?
I wish I could be MeI wish I could be Me again,
the Me of way back when
I'd open the box of video games
wondering, "Which should I play?"
I wish I could go back
into that golden age
I wish I could be that Me
who knew how to have fun.
I wish I could be Me again,
the Me of so long ago
The one who had all those friends,
Oh, how I wish I could still see them,
and tell them, Hello
If I could go back,
I'd never let them go.
I wish, oh I wish, I could be Myself again,
out on the marching field
Taking care of my section, those good kids
I had something I believed in...something I fought for,
and everyone knew it, too.
I still remember that fateful night,
"Seniors, never forget." That's right.
I wish, I could have another chance, another year
I'd do it all again, if only I could.
I wish, I could be Me again,
so peaceful, so quiet
My studio, a sanctuary
my life, bliss.
I wish I could live there again,
and sit on my bed
I knew who I was,
and, who I wasn't.
I wish, oh I wish, I could be Me a
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
Things you never forget.You never forget:
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you remember what's important.
These things that you never forget
Always have the biggest impact on who you are.
Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thief
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed
How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success
How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?
Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day
We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and such
To me that is just too much
A Perverted Elegy for AtlantisI. Skeletal Scaffolding
A lone skyscraper
Pokes out from beneath white waves,
Its atrophied framework, anorexic;
Voraciously breathing in the sea air,
Barnacles clinging to its sides
Or perhaps trying to forcibly re-submerge it.
In the far-off, rust shoots up the sides of
other immobile titans,
Imprisoned cages, if there's a such thing.
Structures lean over a trench
Like the teeth of a fly trap,
Preying, camouflaged in viral algae--
Or dejected; all having surrendered
Their sad efforts to escape to the world
Above the water.
II. A Funeral without Much Fanfare
Gigantic shadows stretch
Like dark tombstones;
The tendrils of silt
Spelling out a calligraphic epitaph.
Ebon characters of dirt in ornate font
Tenaciously bubbling upwards,
The brilliant light of the sun
Spotlights an elaborate eulogy under an
Somewhere off, bell buoys toll the
solemn notes of an impromptu requiem.
In filigreed script, something scribbled in the
Daddy's PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy
tetanus shot of the rainbow.i saw you in one of the slides of my viewfinder toy today.
you were the red sweater that i spent 7 months knitting,
the tomorrow that refused to come because
its seams were sewn shut,
but i spent yesterday seeing your reflection in the sun.
i burnt my eyes out, but none of it mattered because
i didn't need eyes to listen
to the canaries singing inside my ribs. they sang
'he loves, he loves you not, he loves you, he's
you're gone. you're no longer in front of me;
you're inside my veins, playing bumper cars
with my arteries. i felt the collision when
i was eating plates off of a styrofoam cookie,
hiding under a tortoise's shell. you are
the greens in the parachute that closes and
opens, you are the closed restaurant with the
terrible food, you are the closed oyster boy.
i cracked open your shell but there was never a pearl;
only a mess of worms eating away whatever was left of your heart.
i made chalk from your powdered bones and wrote
'i thought you were white, like bright lights
It's sadIt's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?
WriterI am a scientist;
Pinning down ideas
preserving them in
their fragile beauty
as I take away their freedom,
I am a parasite;
sucking the soul out
of music and leaving it
a hollow shell
that plays like
the noisy silence in
I am a thief;
taking what is not mine,
the world around me,
and pouring it into
a mould that
I claim is
I am a blasphemer;
playing God in a
sacred place, changing
the world to my
liking when the orchestra
is not under my
I am a liar;
selling false havens
to lonely runaways,
giving them a glimpse
of a world more glamorous,
more fantastic than their own,
smiling as I snatch it
from under their noses
while they thank me
for my crime.
I am a slave;
hanging in a
with the language I choose,
caving to its rules
when I draw in
smears of its
I am a writer
these are my vices.
UglyMy eyebrows may not be perfectly arched,
My lips might look a little too parched,
My eyes could hold a tad too much fear,
My looks may not land me a modeling career,
My clothing sometimes doesnt follow the trend,
My personality, you may not comprehend,
My fingernail polish might slightly be chipped,
My life may not follow the teenager script,
My skin tone may seem a little too pale,
My habits might make me appear rather frail,
However, Id rather be ugly through and through,
If perfect meant I was just like you.