Rain, Rain, Go Away
Come again another day.
Leave me here to sit alone,
And watch the rain slowly drum,
Tracing a trail of tears down my face
And not allowing for it to be
Replaced as the sunshine peaks
From behind the clouds
And finally dries away all my doubts.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Remember Me
Don't forget me when I'm gone.
Repeat my name as if its becum the main song to the soundtrack to ur life.
Recite my words as the lyrics and hit those notes that mean the most to u.
Scream out the hook as the image of my smile flashes through ur mind.
Don't forget me when I'm gone.
Walk the streets we all once traveled together,
stumbling on the same loose square I did,
and laugh as the sound of my "oh shit!" replays in ur ears.
Turn that one corner that seperates my path and yours & don't hesitate to glance where I once was.
Don't forget me when I'm gone.
Say my jokes and chuckle for me,
insighting hysterical laughter in sum1 else.
Make the silly faces i once made,
glancing at sum1 who knows of my humor.
Laugh out loud at the truly funny aspects of life and don't let that smile falter from ur face.
Don't forget me when I'm gone.
For I love u all the same as if our paths are along the same line without a single divide.
U love me the same as if I stood before u in reality & continued on with u.
Don't forget me.
Remember me only for who I am to u.
In life & in death.
Don't forget me now that I'm gone.
Repeat my name as if its becum the main song to the soundtrack to ur life.
Recite my words as the lyrics and hit those notes that mean the most to u.
Scream out the hook as the image of my smile flashes through ur mind.
Don't forget me when I'm gone.
Walk the streets we all once traveled together,
stumbling on the same loose square I did,
and laugh as the sound of my "oh shit!" replays in ur ears.
Turn that one corner that seperates my path and yours & don't hesitate to glance where I once was.
Don't forget me when I'm gone.
Say my jokes and chuckle for me,
insighting hysterical laughter in sum1 else.
Make the silly faces i once made,
glancing at sum1 who knows of my humor.
Laugh out loud at the truly funny aspects of life and don't let that smile falter from ur face.
Don't forget me when I'm gone.
For I love u all the same as if our paths are along the same line without a single divide.
U love me the same as if I stood before u in reality & continued on with u.
Don't forget me.
Remember me only for who I am to u.
In life & in death.
Don't forget me now that I'm gone.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
From You
Keep me near,
My Love,
For I fear I'll leap away from you
And reveal the truth of My life;
That I fine My Breath in Your Touch,
My Light in Your Eyes,
And My Happiness in Your Pleasures.
For I fear I'll leap away from you
And reveal the truth of My life;
That I fine My Breath in Your Touch,
My Light in Your Eyes,
And My Happiness in Your Pleasures.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Free Falling
The fragrance of your soul allures my senses to the depths of your mind.
I swim around your thoughts to catch one of my images that swings in the back to our time of being together.
Those images of two intertwined bodies and persons that never dismembered unless dying for unknown or misunderstood causes.
Just swing past all thoughts of you and I
for fear of seeing that time I lost you as my twin
and discontinued our delicate game of tag we played together.
We truly lost our sensation of loving as a "we" and not an ""I" since it was the separation that drove me to the edge.
and now i swing past you as you lay beside me,
but not with me,
even in death...
I swim around your thoughts to catch one of my images that swings in the back to our time of being together.
Those images of two intertwined bodies and persons that never dismembered unless dying for unknown or misunderstood causes.
Just swing past all thoughts of you and I
for fear of seeing that time I lost you as my twin
and discontinued our delicate game of tag we played together.
We truly lost our sensation of loving as a "we" and not an ""I" since it was the separation that drove me to the edge.
and now i swing past you as you lay beside me,
but not with me,
even in death...
Friday, August 7, 2009
AppleHead
Tell me now,
Can you not hear me my voice?
Have you retreated too far beyond that what I now scream falls upon the dead ears of who doesn’t want to hear?
My please and screams don’t matter anymore.
Never truly mattered.
Because she still doesn’t understand what I’m screaming for.
Once it was that door that she always kept closed upon herself,
Keeping away how she felt and things that made her a better known human since her entire life had been so damaged.
Now all I seem to get is how fucked up I am to her,
Making her hate her life and choices,
Things she could change if she cared enough to admit,
“I was wrong”.
So much energy through my screams,
Constantly trying to see what she sees
and accept the fault of my own device
but every way I turn,
I just see that ever-growing hole that she’s made a permanent home,
Putting in light fixture and new tile,
Preparing for the ling haul away from my pleas of getting into her head.
Of all the things she’s said,
Nothing hurt more then,
“you could have been dead”.
But man she showed me that I always exert this energy,
Even from the womb,
Forcing her to lay down and continue my creation,
Carry for 9 months and even keep me with the inclination that I’ll be amazing someday.
She swears this large baby,
Called APPLEHEAD,
Would do some serious things in the world when the time was right.
But only because me,
The baby,
Asked to be here and forced the hand that made that womens choice to let live or die,
That little peanut she held inside.
But 18 years and sad story goes on to say that nothing earth shattering has came to this day to make that silly little lady want to continue the roulette game of her APPLEHEAD.
Just tit for tat,
Looked down at,
And walked over.
No help and no hinder.
That child of hers does her no good but then she remembers she raised her.
And that leads to another mistake,
Hurtful forget me not phrase.
“I could have abandoned you”.
But to her,
Sisters house, money, and logic means that lady raised all without help of hand.
But another silly goose she is proven to be,
Lady began to slip and slide and let things get in the way of what she acted like she wanted to say.
And when time was right,
Things fucked up and ruined,
She slipped away and decided to live again.
And she “could” have abandoned?
That she truly did. But truth be told,
It might have been the bet move she ever did.
For APPLEHEAD wanted big things and she did nothing to help,
Just kept her in.
So 18 years pass and my voice turns hoarse,
Cant keep screaming for her to hear me.
Cant always cry when she doesn’t see me.
And begging and pleading makes me unhappy.
So screams turn to my silence,Knowing she’s retreated too far to remember me as more than the old school things that once made her my mommie.
Can you not hear me my voice?
Have you retreated too far beyond that what I now scream falls upon the dead ears of who doesn’t want to hear?
My please and screams don’t matter anymore.
Never truly mattered.
Because she still doesn’t understand what I’m screaming for.
Once it was that door that she always kept closed upon herself,
Keeping away how she felt and things that made her a better known human since her entire life had been so damaged.
Now all I seem to get is how fucked up I am to her,
Making her hate her life and choices,
Things she could change if she cared enough to admit,
“I was wrong”.
So much energy through my screams,
Constantly trying to see what she sees
and accept the fault of my own device
but every way I turn,
I just see that ever-growing hole that she’s made a permanent home,
Putting in light fixture and new tile,
Preparing for the ling haul away from my pleas of getting into her head.
Of all the things she’s said,
Nothing hurt more then,
“you could have been dead”.
But man she showed me that I always exert this energy,
Even from the womb,
Forcing her to lay down and continue my creation,
Carry for 9 months and even keep me with the inclination that I’ll be amazing someday.
She swears this large baby,
Called APPLEHEAD,
Would do some serious things in the world when the time was right.
But only because me,
The baby,
Asked to be here and forced the hand that made that womens choice to let live or die,
That little peanut she held inside.
But 18 years and sad story goes on to say that nothing earth shattering has came to this day to make that silly little lady want to continue the roulette game of her APPLEHEAD.
Just tit for tat,
Looked down at,
And walked over.
No help and no hinder.
That child of hers does her no good but then she remembers she raised her.
And that leads to another mistake,
Hurtful forget me not phrase.
“I could have abandoned you”.
But to her,
Sisters house, money, and logic means that lady raised all without help of hand.
But another silly goose she is proven to be,
Lady began to slip and slide and let things get in the way of what she acted like she wanted to say.
And when time was right,
Things fucked up and ruined,
She slipped away and decided to live again.
And she “could” have abandoned?
That she truly did. But truth be told,
It might have been the bet move she ever did.
For APPLEHEAD wanted big things and she did nothing to help,
Just kept her in.
So 18 years pass and my voice turns hoarse,
Cant keep screaming for her to hear me.
Cant always cry when she doesn’t see me.
And begging and pleading makes me unhappy.
So screams turn to my silence,Knowing she’s retreated too far to remember me as more than the old school things that once made her my mommie.
Not My Battle
Battle of words with no voice,
I just sit and listen because i have no choice.
No matter how hard i try 2 plead,
2 cry,
ur words jus rain down around me bu still leaves me dry.
I cant strike back or hold on 2 tight,
This battle isnt about me,
This aint my fight.
But somehow I see my name written all ova it.
But I'm certainly not the one that pushed you into it.
I just left myself free 2 fall into your arms
To look into your eyes,
To feel the love from you that you said would never die,
But our picture perfect world wasnt so great after all
Because of all the lies they told is how you let me fall.
To let me fall wasnt enough,
You added insult to injury on top of all THEIR stuff.
But pain is just a way to grow,
Another sign to let me know that no matter how you see your life,
life doesnt give a FUCK.
And just like life,
You've hurt me enough to show i need to fight,
that i do have a right to determine my life.
If by flaw or by fate,
Your face has now become another picture across my wall of those boys that did fail
And left me to recover after it all.
And that means your worth is nothing more than a 4-letter word,
like FUCK,
SHIT,
DAMN,
and the most famous,
LOVE.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Sick Game
Pain is supposed to be something of endearment,
But somehow,
We have all become pain seekers,
Masochists that don’t avoid the pain of everyday actions we once knew was no good for our own well being.
We allow ourselves to wallow in self pity and pain like some sick game that we can never really win.
But we still continue to put a coin in and get upset when the clawed hand rips at our hearts but drops nothing for us to keep afterwards.
Just a permanent mental image of us banging on the door of our soul,
Trying to get a part back that we were never supposed to give away.
That same part that another peal of pain will rip away and fold back,
Giggling as it eats away at your life.
Silly Little Pain!!
You aren’t supposed to be anything to us for we keep ourselves guarded,
Never open.
Yet the feeling you always tried to avoid somehow creeps upon your shoulders,
Slowly changing your posture to mirror the appearance of failure,
Of unbridled pain upon someone’s carefully contained heart that cringes away from the sudden change of its feeling,
Morphing the look of contentment within to anguish and anxiety on the outside.
Pain controls the dials of life,
Making every single person a part of its own sick game.
But somehow,
We have all become pain seekers,
Masochists that don’t avoid the pain of everyday actions we once knew was no good for our own well being.
We allow ourselves to wallow in self pity and pain like some sick game that we can never really win.
But we still continue to put a coin in and get upset when the clawed hand rips at our hearts but drops nothing for us to keep afterwards.
Just a permanent mental image of us banging on the door of our soul,
Trying to get a part back that we were never supposed to give away.
That same part that another peal of pain will rip away and fold back,
Giggling as it eats away at your life.
Silly Little Pain!!
You aren’t supposed to be anything to us for we keep ourselves guarded,
Never open.
Yet the feeling you always tried to avoid somehow creeps upon your shoulders,
Slowly changing your posture to mirror the appearance of failure,
Of unbridled pain upon someone’s carefully contained heart that cringes away from the sudden change of its feeling,
Morphing the look of contentment within to anguish and anxiety on the outside.
Pain controls the dials of life,
Making every single person a part of its own sick game.
AiM
Hate when I just cant put into words the stuff I be feeling cuz I really cant keep it hidden.I just cant say them right now in a way that you can see what I mean.
Just wait.
Wait for me to see what I need and if you can really give it to me.
And if you cant,
Then you really have to let me free,
Don’t hold onto me.
Just let me go
Cuz you cant keep something that we both know couldn’t be meant to be.
And it is up to me.
No matter how much you think you love me,
This aint working.
I keep running and you run after me.
But this time,
You gotta stop.
And let me move on.
But I still love you.
Really I do,
And that’s why I cant keep you…
Secrets Kept Away
Could you really not hold back the deepest,
darkest,
innermost secretive truths?
Or is holding on just too painful,
Memories splashing around in your head,
Making you think things you dare not speak?
To my ear you say what you want,
What you have got and haven’t,
The thoughts making me wonder what I really mean to you?
My secrets are like hot balls of fire burning at the base of my throat,
Threatening to come bursting through to claim its rightful place in my life.
You never let me pour out my soul,
Or is holding on just too painful,
Memories splashing around in your head,
Making you think things you dare not speak?
To my ear you say what you want,
What you have got and haven’t,
The thoughts making me wonder what I really mean to you?
My secrets are like hot balls of fire burning at the base of my throat,
Threatening to come bursting through to claim its rightful place in my life.
You never let me pour out my soul,
feed you my pains and agony.
I hear yours and that piles up on mine to make me sink.
I lift a few to throw overboard
I hear yours and that piles up on mine to make me sink.
I lift a few to throw overboard
but get more of yours and then some of my own.
I just hold onto my dreams,
I just hold onto my dreams,
my agony,
my secrets.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Always lose...
Confused on what to do
When truly I want you but can’t hold you
Unless behind hidden doors to hide our passion inside of a bubble for only us to see.
Can’t ruin your words because it’s not me
But you who has his own way already
And wants to keep it for some more days
While I’m only the side line of your world but I’m okay with that.
I can’t keep myself in a prison of emotions
Unseen for you and then think of you as only my friend.
My prison seems to grow each time I have to let you know that I will always refuse to let you go.
And when I finally do,
You don’t want to say goodbye.
You’ll never be the one that I can run to if my head is ready to burst and my voice had gone hoarse from my anger in the school walls.
Only my speaker when the walls disappear and both walk up hills to enclose ourselves in another personal space for us.
I know you aren’t my Right when in all’s sights
But you can hold my hand when things fly by
And me with you look to the night sky
On the path of space as I kiss your face
And look to your eyes of love no longer denied.
I just can’t keep up with this game.
I’m always losing.
When truly I want you but can’t hold you
Unless behind hidden doors to hide our passion inside of a bubble for only us to see.
Can’t ruin your words because it’s not me
But you who has his own way already
And wants to keep it for some more days
While I’m only the side line of your world but I’m okay with that.
I can’t keep myself in a prison of emotions
Unseen for you and then think of you as only my friend.
My prison seems to grow each time I have to let you know that I will always refuse to let you go.
And when I finally do,
You don’t want to say goodbye.
You’ll never be the one that I can run to if my head is ready to burst and my voice had gone hoarse from my anger in the school walls.
Only my speaker when the walls disappear and both walk up hills to enclose ourselves in another personal space for us.
I know you aren’t my Right when in all’s sights
But you can hold my hand when things fly by
And me with you look to the night sky
On the path of space as I kiss your face
And look to your eyes of love no longer denied.
I just can’t keep up with this game.
I’m always losing.
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