Dream MoreI gave you my allbut it's never enough.I told you it allbut it's not what you want.I opened my heartlet you tour inside,to see how you liked it,a safe place to hide...But it wasn't enoughyou just wanted too much.I wanted it alland I wanted it then.I couldn't say noturned my back on some friends.And you made me regretall those nights on the phone,all the texts and IMs,every poem and song.I gave you it allbut you still wanted more.I made dreams come alive,but you only wanted to dream more.I went out of my wayhoping it would make a difference.I went beyond comfort zonesbut you only turned inwards.I begged and pleadedto let me help with your pain,but you ignored all my pleaswhile you drank it away.You stopped calling each night.You stopped wanting to chill.You made excuses for yourself,your habits, lack of will.You stopped smiling and laughing,instead you looked for misery.And when I finally gave upyou blamed everything on me.But I gave it my all.All
Hands of Timetic, tock, time passesby. steady somber beats, forconducting this liemove in beat, tryingto fit in. one misstep, we'rethrown out yet againtic, tock, the clock willgo; holding us hostage, lifeis but a freak showmove in beat, holdingsteady this tune. forget menots, forgotten soontic, tock, two secondsdead. our memory fades asthe minute hand spinsmove in beat, cling towhat we know; there isn't muchleft, it's all been stolentic, then tock, there's atic, and a tock, life's a tic,a tock, and it ends.
Don't Work NightsEyes won't shut,the sun won't dim.Mind won't stop,thoughts pouring in.Blades of lightdance on the bed,from a ceiling fanmaking endless wind.Curtains shake,swinging back and forth,wall clocks tick,hands pointing north.A floorboard creaks,a car zooms past,a group of kids,walking by, share laughs.The playlist ends,I check the clock,in a few short hoursthese alarms will go off.Kick off covers, just topull them back up;rearrange the pillows,still I'm having no luck.Time creeps by,then jumps ahead.Inconsistent and erradicthere's no way for me to win.Finally admit defeat,sitting up, reach for the phone;I hope that faking sickwill bring sleep of my own.
First Snow of WinterFirst Snow of WinterBeautiful flakes, fall silently down,the crisp winter air, their way to the ground.They quietly rest, one upon the other,piling up, like a wintery cover.The kids, stuck in classrooms,cant wait to be freed.Their minds dream of snowballs,sledding, and skiing.But the swift, somber snowflakesdream of something less fickle,a life where their beauty,can be enjoyed forever.-Mizark12/07/07