Rain

Feel the rain on our skin
Let it soak in
And clean out your system
Pure and full of life
It seeps in where so one has gone in years
Finds your secrets
And tears them out
Makes you smile
In the darkest of times
With an iron fist
And jaws of steel
Take-no-prisoners attitude
Makes everyone surrender
Its will is strong
And it will not give up
Until it has made very last being
Open their eyes
To the truth that it holds
Feel the rain on your skin
Let it soak in
And make every thing right again
Pure and full of life
It gets into places you have long forgotten
Finds your secrets
And forces you to voice them
Makes you cry
In the happiest of moments
With an iron fist
And jaws of steel
Take-no-prisoners attitude
Makes you want to scream
Its will is strong
And it will not give up
Until it has made every last part of you
Open your eyes
To see the new world before you
Yours for the taking

Monopoly

Empty spaces
Fill a whole
Whose rules
Do I abide?
And where
Is the ink in which
They are proclaimed
What game is this?
And who is playing?
What place am I at?
The beginning,
Or is it the end?
Where is the bridge?
And what the hell is going on?
Why does it hurt so much?
And why isn’t there a soul in sight?
Am I losing,
Or in the lead?
A race for the finish line,
Or is it based on points?
Are there teams?
Or am I alone?
And why can’t I help,
Those left behind?

You Don't Know Me

It's a funny thing, the way that we think. Going about our days, never looking back. Until we lay down to sleep, and all of the things that we said, all the things that we did, come flooding back in a river so powerful, so strong that we can do nothing but accept its message. We review our day critically, picking apart the very essence of who we are with things like "I should have done this" or "Why did I say that?" when deep down, when it comes to core of things, all that really matters is what we decide to think about ourselves because of it. Because of our actions, what do we think of ourselves, better or worse. Does what we said or did really matter in the long run, or was it just practice, for the things that do. All that I can say is this; I haven't said or done enough, I haven't done what I should have done, the things that I have said are far less than perfect, and what I feel because of this is not happiness, but rather regret. And that, regretting the things that have passed, is one feeling that no person should have to live with. Regretting the very person that you have become, the character that you have created inside of yourselves. No one, and I repeat NO ONE should live with that. I say this now as an awakening. I am awake. The practice is over, the trial run complete, and the finals are here. What I say, do, and think from this moment on is real. More real than anything that I have ever said, done, or felt before. And I plan on sharing it with everyone. Especially the person that gave it to me. TO that person I dedicate this to, weather they realize it or not, they have saved me and I owe them a great deal. Thank you so much, and I hope that, for now, this is enough to repay your good deeds and the care that you given to me. Thank you, truly. I feel alive, I feel solid, I feel like me. For the first time in my short life, that seems much longer than it really is, I feel like I belong. I feel like the person that I am is good enough and those who think otherwise will just have to suck it, because this is who I am, and you don't know me.

Don't Ask, Just Jump

Never dream dreams,
That are not what you wish.
Never look through the glass,
Without a plan to break it.
Never lock the door,
Just to find the key is on the other side.
Never watch the world spin,
And not jump on for a ride.
Never ask questions,
You don’t want the answers to.
Never live in denial,
Because you fear the truth.
Never fall down,
And not get up again.
Never lie to the ones you love,
Only to regret it later.
Never sit in the stands and watch,
When the game is one that you love.
Never live a life of hopes,
Only to walk away and wish some more.
Never lose yourself to the game,
And not attempt to get it back.
Never wear masks,
Just to hide what you don’t want others to see.
Never hold your love inside,
When the one you love is need of it.
Never wait for life to happen,
It will just pass you up, and not wave goodbye.

In the words of Tim Gunn, "Make it happen". Thanks Nate.

Blah #2

Girrr. this also is not a poem. it is such a worthless piece of writing that i am not even writing it in word. there fore, BAD SPELLING! deal with it. any who, i feel... empty. like there are so many things that i am missing by sitting in side and doing nothing, moping about thinking how bad my life is, how borring it is, when i should be out doing things. But hey, i have no car, no way to drive, and no ride. girr to this. the world is so big, and my life so small. depressing in a way.
i do not know why i am doing what i am doing, nor what that is in the first place becasue i am not doing a whole lot. i want excitement, adventure. and i am afraid that none of that will come from the people at KenSTONER high school. such a pitty. but what can i do? i can pitty myself, who had to stick it out one more year before i am out of there, or i can pitty those who still have years in front of them. only thing is, they dont hate the place as much as i do. how did this become a rant on school? ah well, like i said, i feel empty, hollow, nothingness. and i want to feel. anything, something. please. let me feel.

that is all
i think
not really,
but oh well

Maybe i shall have a new poem up in a while. BUT, maybe not. who knows.

Blah

Yeah, yeah, this is not a poem, stop your whining. I just had to say this to the people who read this, well really only one person but names shall not be said, so here it goes. There is no games, no rules to this thing called life. Live it how you wish, and if you push away from the things that make you happy, don't blame others. Don't punish others for your mistakes, and look to the people who care for you for help. If you feel so compelled to doom yourself to a life of pain, do not put that pain onto others just because you cant take it, and when your walls fall down, you will be hurt even more. I say "when" and not "if" because those walls you built are not stable. They were constructed under pressure and hurt and they will tumble down one day. When I can not say. All I can say is that it will hurt more than anything you ever felt and I suggest that you start letting them down slowly to prevent this. Don’t go looking for things that are lost. Don’t wish for things to happen, make them so. And believe me when I say that some people do what they say, no matter what. This world maybe dark, but it is not as dark as you think, and the light that is here is found unexpected places.