I've been struggling with the fact lately that I know I'm going to have to give up some of the people I know from high school when I go to college just because I won't have the time to email and call them. I just wish that some of them wouldn't make it so easy for me. I guess it's this transition between one life and the next. It's a problem of substance, I guess. They know where to find me, what my number is. They can send a quick email or meet me at the mall for a movie. They just choose n...

The fire it calls to us, the explosions rock the very foundations of our world, and we ooh and aah while looking up at these green and red firefly patterns. We celebrate, the creation of One Nation Under God. Indivisible, With Liberty, and Justice For All , and corporate irresponsibility, anti-sentimentality pills-solve-all-problems, and the quicker food is the better it is ideology. July 4th, the celebration of a Fast Food Nation. The grand ole USA, God I miss it. The beau...

Fall asleep little one, I'll carry you to the moon, I'll be here to care for you, because parting comes so soon. Lay your head down to sleep, you are my little soldier, you've tried so hard these past years, and I don't doubt you're tired. I pray that you will see the light, Even my eyes are tired of the dark, and never let the light fade, that shines so brightly in your heart. I love you, my little angel, I'll be here to push you from the nest, Even though I hate it, I k...

We smile a lot. I suppose it's to fend off the pain and the suffering that we see everyday we walk down the street. We laugh a lot. I suppose it's to hide our insecurities from our foes and make us look all the more powerful in their eyes. We cry a lot. It's probably because we're too busy holding in all our sacred emotions, keeping them from the rest of the world. We chant and jeer a lot. I suppose we do it to cover our asses, and make sure no one thinks that you think t...

Why bother with the melodramatic, I dare say I'm not in the mood for wild emotion and all the drama I'd rather deal with facts and figures With the cold and the blunt. But then again, I love to be warm, Emotion, is, after all, the great human condition.People are amazing, bright as the sunlight and beautiful as a sunset. It's topsy-turvy world out there, always spinning and spinning, while looking down you can see the people moving about like ants in colonies. No wonder...

It seems to me that we get so caught up in the here and now that we never truly appreciate the here or the now. The mundane consumes all souls with startling regularity children of the blessed weekend where all they did was sit around and watch Football. Eating their greasy cheese- puffs, not knowing that there is a thing called real life. Don't be like those thirteen year-old boys stuck at the roller rink for another hour just waiting, just waiting You should ask th...

I'll say goodbye when It's time to say goodbye. I'll say hello as soon as I see you. This I promise. I'll wait patiently as long as it takes I'll stay here now as long as I can. This I promise. But I cannot promise to always be here I cannot promise to live forever, I will not promise to be a savior, all I am is a boy. I'll come there for you, with full force speeding towards you, I'll chase the stars and moon, and bring them down to our level just for you, I promise. ...

If I could hang my head, and just cry the truth, If I could sing instead, of look at you. You think you know me, are you really sure, Are you trying to hurt me, are your intentions pure? I have this confession here, on crumpled paper, I could say it here, or throw it to fire. It says something like this, " I feel I can not lose. But when you're around me, I come unglued. These emotions of mine, get in the way, and it seems time and time again, I have to say I don...

Cope for just a second. I know that it must be hard for you in your air-conditioning and in that Lexus of yours, up in suburbia. You complain about taking the dog out for a shit, and walking the trash down your 15 yard driveway. That's hard work, isn't it? I'd like to see you try, just try and lift this bucket of feed, or better yet, stack two loads of hay, you'd pass out and die because of all the fancy crap you eat. You? You're soft. Now that I've got your attention, s...

Wrote this because I have had to deal with some pretty ruthless people lately. To them, it doesn't matter what you do or who you are, but if you you're in the way, then you need to be removed in the most expedient way possible, even if that means you're left a little dead. Happy thoughts, eh? I have a question, perhaps you can answer, about you and your world with its cutthroat designs. What makes you feel that you, must tear down my dream-towers, my, self-concious desires to b...

Remember what I told you, back all that time ago, when I said I'd be here forever, and that I'd always? And remember that time, when I told you that I would protect you, that I cared about you, that I couldn't stand to see you hurt? Do you remember as well as I do? It seems like it was an eternity ago, but it turns out it's only been this short time. I only ask, because I thought I'd mention, that I heard the smile in your voice today. No small feat, I assure you; Now do...

I hear the song of consequence, I've heard it's music ever since, the day I said the words I said, the day I did the things I did. I hope you soon will realize, I've not pulled wool over your eyes, I'm just lost in all these bad dreams, I'm not the person to you I seem. I will continue on to be, the person you refuse to see, But no more will it haunt me, this tragic painful melody. So as we move on to anew, I have no regrets to give to you, I hope that soon you'll understa...

It seems today my muse is burnt out, she doesn't want to talk to me, so all I can do is talk with you, and write fake poetry. It happens at times, I guess it's true, don't worry I'll be fine. and if things get bad I won't get sad, I'll probably just loose my mind. See this poetry thing is my release, I write to ward off stress. Don't act surprised at my muse's false demise, it's my fault I confess. She's overworked and underpaid, she doesn't get much sleep. She keeps the t...

This is where we cross the finish line. Ere the moon beams and the sun shines, we run, run run run, pant gasp sob It's done. The race is done. It looks as if somehow, we won, we won? no seriously did we? I don't believe it. I want a recount. Shouldn't we be racing to eternity claims us? Shouldn't we be running till we loose ourselves to the final page? Shouldn't we be fighting the tide until we float ashore? Life was meant to be a race, wasn't it? How can you win?...

I sing the song of man covered in band-aids, I sing the song of a recovering heart, I sing the song of the lost and frightened, I sing the song of the search party. Searching for a soul. I sing the song of beauty and love, I sing the song of overprotection, I sing the song of pain and retribution, I sing the song of a girl's broken heart. A broken, broken heart. I sing the song of a best friend, and the song of the best friend's girlfriend. I sing the requiem and the eulogy, ...