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Monday, January 31, 2011

Just Dreams

I'm tired of all this dreaming
it leaves me empty inside
as if life amounts to nothing
as if I'm just drifting,
like a leaf upon a river
or a snowflake in the wind.

Do I amount to anything,
or am I just a part
of a larger number,
one among thousands
among millions,
among billions?

I have dreams of meaning something,
of making a change,
of becoming immortalized,
of becoming important,
but these dreams are exactly that,
just dreams.

So save me from my dreams,
from myself,
from the world.
I'm not sure I'm meant for it,
for this thing called life.

Monday, January 24, 2011

When We Dream

When we dream,
We don't see the stars.
When we dream,
we look down,
over the edge of the great wings
that keep us among the clouds,
not yet decided,
not yet committed.
And when we look over the edge,
we see the millions
who tried
and failed.
And we dare not be among them,
for their great wings have died.
Yet we descend
ever so slowly
the longer we wait
to chase our desires.
We fear the fall
too much to ascend
and climb the skies
to fly among the stars.
We fear dying,
we fear failure.
We want to stand out
not fall down.
And as our wings slowly fall
we never realize
until our feet touch the ground.
Then the stars look farther away,
then they ever did before.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Great Wings of Dreams

Life seems to get harder
as the days go by
nothing is ever simple
not anymore.
are we drifting through life
on the wings of empty dreams
hopes that are just there
to keep us hanging on
too scared to take the risk
of jumping from the sky?
We don't want to see the ground
where the dreams have died.
They are seen on the ground
their great wings clipped by death
or the moment lost to chance.
Their broken bodies fill the ground
and we don't want to see ourselves down there.
But if we don't take that leap,
and fall on toward the ground,
Our dreams will never fly higher,
among the planets and stars.
Instead we'll keep on holding on
through hopes that should've died,
and we'll hang onto the the great wings of dreams
that we don't want to die.
We don't have the courage,
to see it all fail,
fail and fall,
fall to the ground.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

I promise

No matter where you go,
no matter what you do,
remember that this girl
will never leave.
She's gonna stay until
we can look back and laugh
at all the times we cried
She wants to tell her children
that we never stopped
and we always tried
and yes we had our bad times
but life is too short to give in,
and love prevailed against all that pain.
So she's gonna stay and stick it out
cause she wants to love you.
Love you forever.

So always remember
this girl isn't going anywhere
and she loves you,
with all her heart.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Better That Way

Is it worth it?
Is it worth
everything I do?
I'm tired of trying
you don't even see
how hard this is for me.
I'm giving up
giving in
I'm letting down these walls
because they don't help anymore
I'll now tell you when I cry
Show you when I'm mad
but not the way I used to
not bottled up emotions.
I'm tired of you
because I've done everything
every possible thing,
and you turn away
so that you can
keep on a track of yelling
You don't want to get of the train
but I do.
I want to jump off
roll to safety
even if I break a leg doing it.
Its better that way.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Die Whole

We're all dying.
Through heartache
through all those things
we die.
Too much stress,
too little life.
Sure it's eighty some years now
before we pass away,
thanks to medicine
But we die.
That won't change.
we weren't meant to live to eighty anyway.
Forty maybe,
but not eighty,
not one hundred certainly.
But we all want to live longer,
get married later,
die older,
have kids at thirty-five.
Except me.
I want to die sooner,
skip out on those
'life-preserving' drugs,
get married at twenty-four
maybe twenty-five,
have kids soon after,
die at fifty.
I think that'd be a good life.
Because otherwise,
you postpone the inevitable
its like procrastinating.
And why do we procrastinate?
because we fear the end?
because we are lazy?
well I'm not.
I want this life to get going already.
I mean really,
get this over with already.
Don't get me wrong
I love life
I like living
But if we were meant to live to one hundred
wouldn't our bodies be designed to last til then?
Instead we are wearing out,
our body parts decay
before we even die.
I don't want that.
I want to die whole,
Nothing rotting away.

Monday, January 10, 2011

I just want to be gone

I just want to be gone from this place
How could I want to stay?
Walls crumble around me.
Red flags fly everywhere
Nobody offers up white
Who would want to be wrong?
But it only gets worse
as we are set in our stubborn ways
and the fighting,
the hurting, the pain:
its not worth the trouble i go through
not when, not when
everything else crumbles.