Sunday, November 29, 2009

Lonely

Lonely

Sometimes in a world full of a million people

You just don’t want to be that million and one person

You just want to be on an island

Where the only problem is how many coconuts should there be for lunch

But that’s when you start thinking

That you’ll be trapped forever

And you’re brought back into reality

Only to forget you had dreams or hopes

So you begin hoping your dreams come quick

Quicker than it takes for the journey to even begin

But that’s when it ends; the pain

The pain that seems to gnaw at your skin

Somehow you still want it to pick at you

Like you being first chosen is the best to ever happen to someone’s life

That’s two strikes, two strides to worry about

Too much to take into consideration

And it’s too lonely when no one knows two souls are not whole

So instead of a million and two, you’re both a part of this world

A cold place that replaces faces like commercials

Holding like kisses for only seconds

And the seconds it takes to make a million and three

Is diagnosed by the million and two decline

So have you forgotten the feeling when you were just three?

A family, parents who apparently had it planned

That you’ll grow old to become someone

Yet, on this night you ignite the candle to keep the dark alleys lit

Maybe leaving a path for someone to keep on walking

And forgetting you were holding the light

Instead, just holding the brights from those who don’t understand

So they continue forward, away from the darkness

Not knowing that underneath all that black there’s rest

A colorless view that is open to directions

A way of life that seems like death is around

But what’s profound is not that there’s so much negative

But what’s in sight is twisted into not positive

And the answers to life is only to take breaks at times when you want to be alone

Only to come back into a world of a million and four people

And pretend like nothing ever happened . . .

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Stuff

Live. Live...LIVE

Heaven. Heaven...HEAVEN

Words make LIVE feel like HEAVEN
Heaven feels Live, because this is Real Time
I don't stop life to expect the unexpected

Pause the game so I can win without Reset
Retell, the story because I'll be gloried
Superman of Future battles

I live with no grammar
Because English isn't my first language
Human hearing is my vibrations in the mentals
The voice that's heard when others are too scared to tell the truth

The only reason I speak for you
Is because someone spoke for me
I was unspoken because I didn't know how to talk
Now I have voice, and a meaning
Give me a pen and set a meeting with the World

I need to announce something
I POET

Sunday, November 15, 2009

I could go on and on about life
But that's what scares me
Half of what I tell people seem to be dreams, de javu or a past happening
What's happening?
It feels like I'm forgetting my past
So it has come to pass
And I'm down below my thoughts because to swim up stream seems a challenge when I don't even know what I'm swimming towards
Lost and forgotten seem to be the words that cross my mind when I think of you
But just yesterday the day became the past
To you the last one has lost one and you're in need of hugs
Well, that's not how it works all the time
And you should know
I'm not one for enemies but my entity entirely aches because it has yet to let go
That's why I'm here to let show that its not me that's lost and forgotten
I've lost that feeling inside that feels like light but makes me conscious of what's to come
I've forgotten how it feels to be happy around you since its equally better to be happy with someone anyways
And I've gained some knowledge
That if you have some sense you shouldn't pay attention to things that are shiny
You never know, it might just be your reflection
So check what you see before you try to attain it
At least I'm not lost or forgotten anymore