wherever i go.

the sun rises for you,
and shines all day for you
until the moon cries and puts the sun to sleep and comes rushing out to be in your presence.
the stars beg to be placed in your sky.
and they gush about you and they sing for you and they try to outshine the moon for you.
the planets yearn to be noticed by you,
they cry out to the moon and stars, just to make some room in your sky.
the sun fights to shine again for you,
it pushes out the rest with all its strength
and stretches out its rays to light your day.
the galaxy, my dear, everything
shines for you.
now tell me,
what shines for me besides the light in my bedroom?

a little redundant.

you never know what happiness is until you go through the worst.
you never know what you are until you take a good look in the mirror.
you never know what trouble youre in until you run away and try to come back.
you never know what pain your causing until you feel real pain yourself.
you never feel the weight on your shoulders until it causes you to fall.
you never know what love is until you lose it.
you dont know that you need help until you lose everyone around you.
you cant miss what you never had, but you cant always get back what you miss.

when i dont know what else to do...

youre yellow. soft yellow.
you could be white,
but youre yellow.
and youre filled.
youre filled with random spots of color i call posters
making it rainbow in a way,
but more just small sparks of color that fill you up.
and youre small.
you couldnt be big, so youre small.
but just big enough to fit the memories.
the memories and the things i love.
youre mine. clearly.
you wouldnt be anyone elses,
you suit me so well.
and youre always here,
forming a protective barrier around me.
thank you, yellow walls.
thank you.

whatever i feel like

i'm not hot,
so i guess i better be funny.
i'm not mainstream,
so i guess i just have to be myself
i'm not popular,
so i might as well act crazy
and out of the ordinary
i'm not your style
so i guess i'll just wear what i like.
i've got a few friends, good friends
i dont need a hundred acquaintances
i'm strong, i dont need to act tough.
i am who i am, and i'm ok with that.
i like my clothes, i like my humor.
i dont want to change.
i dont need to change.

i love this song.

"you should know your all I see when eyelids close and I fight for sleep...and I could never shake you. So I'll get to the point and cut the suspense short.

It's you. You make it worth it. Worth waking up in the morning."

i dont know. i just like it.

"Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight." - Benjamin Franklin

i liked this.

"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." - Confucius

you and your messes.

i dont understand you.
are all of you like this?
it doesnt make sense.
youre all just so confusing.
you're a jumble of letters,
like youre supposed to be unscrambled.
like one of those games.
except when you try to unscramble the letters,
they don't even make a word.
it just becomes an even bigger mess,
harder to solve
nearly impossible to make any kind of sense out of it.
and i'm left
even more confused than before.
oh, you and your messed up heads.

this is about something real.

i saw you laying on the floor.
you were all alone,
abandoned by someone who was supposed to keep a close eye on you.
but there you were.
so lonely and cold.
so i picked you up and took you in.
and im keeping you someplace safe,
where no one can harm you.
you dont have to worry about anything anymore.

they've got it right

life was so much easier when the world was our playground.
when everything was fun
and we just couldnt be bothered by small problems.
everything was so full of color and beauty.
the world was a huge, wonderful place
and we just couldnt wait to explore it.
but look at us now,
we've learned that the world wasnt made to be explored.
now we just wait and watch it turn in circles
as we sit there with our eyes half closed,
not even bothering to notice the sunrise and sunset
to us those are just things that mark the start and end of our days
but to the little ones,
it's beauty.
it's amazing and big and wonderful,
promising the opportunites the days ahead will bring.
why can't we see the world like that anymore?

it's about time.

after everything we've been through,
all that we've done.

it's time to make a change.

a big one,
or things will go downhill.
it's time to take action.
stop thinking about ourselves,
and more about others.
time to be more positive.
life is only worth living if we try.
love life.
life is beautiful,
when we make it that way,
we need to make life beautiful.

if only i could be like you.

i look you,
and i wonder.
why cant i speak in poetry like you do?
why cant my mind form beautiful sentences like yours does?
i could say that i want to be like you and leave it at that,
but my tongue is clumsy
and just can't find the right words for even that small amount.
every single word you say is like a symbol,
a symbol for something beyond our presence.
i want to be able to just sit down, and let the words flow out like i imagine yours do,
so beautifully and gracefully.
it just feels like youre reaching out and holding the hands of the people who need it most,
telling them so personally that it will be ok, that you believe in them,
even though you havent the slightest idea who they are.
but it doesnt matter, cause everyone deserves that.
like the things you speak of so often,
everyone deserves a hand to hold,
a person to listen to them.
a person to tell them that it will be ok.
and you-
you do all those things, so far away yet so close at heart.
you are my biggest inspiration,
and i just hope you see that you,
you are that person to many people.

if there's no reason not to...

why not do something just to do it, right?
who knows what will come out of it.