The Mountain

I climbed and I climbed
with dust falling into my eyes
I climbed and I climbed
not stopping until I die
I climbed and I climbed
with rocks slipping beneath my feet
I climbed and I climbed
for I must not be beat
I climbed and I climbed
not letting my body give in
I climbed and I climbed
until I reach the very end
I climbed and I climbed
because they told me so
I climbed and I climbed
to reach the impossible

The Straight and Narrow

The path we walk
can be certain for so long
Towards the park
On the beach
Through the trees

The night we run
can be dark for so long
in the city
driving home
going to sleep

When do we collapse
When do we crumble
Where is my path
Where is my temple

I've been told to live on the straight and narrow
but I secretly cut the corners
I just want to know where I'll be in 10 years
Give me a sign like a neon light arrow

Falling Asleep

A girl lays on top of her bed.
Wishing for the sun to come out
She's tired of all her dreams
knowing that they're all dead

The morning never comes
so she continues to lay down
it's so quiet she can hear her heart
as steady as a bass drum

Seconds, minutes, hours on end
Position in the exact same spot
Realization draws on her
Like harsh strokes of an inked pen

After a while she rolls on her side
no longer wanting to lay on her back
Her imagination runs through her
like wind in her hair on a roller coaster ride

With her hands beneath her head
the sun light finally enters her room
but with her eyes closed she doesn't notice
for she has died laying on top of her bed.

The Fight

My words can't describe

How I know you feel inside

The problem we face tonight 

Will be gone before morning light 

Hiding behind strangers shadows

Trying to avoid the battle

In a war with no soldiers

You will find me shoulder to shoulder

Forward march to the steady beat of the drum

Fires spark but we will not run

Fields and plains all covered in blood

With no faces left in the mud

Victory is past the horizon 

Where I'll find a lonely old man

Who says no more please

So I throw my weapon, turn around and leave

Mothers

The legs you clung to
The stomach that carriedyou
The chest you laid your head on
The shoulders you spilled your tears on
The arms that held you
The hand that fed you
The face that's half your own
would be forever know.
For her soul, body, and mind
are far more advanced beyond its time.

What happened to our friendship?

Secrets are kept

Promises are broken

Our friendship wept

as we lost another token

Yell, break, hurt, push, cry

Where does that leave us now?

Can you tell me why?

Can you tell me how?

The world spins and time winds

and we keep completely still

no longer 2 beings with the same mind

now I've got a hole to fill

fuck this

oh the things i would say
you'd never look at me the same
how i cant stand you guys
majority of the time

Oh my god i was going to write a poem about this shit but i can't even do that. fuck these guys. I'm getting sick and tired of their shit. I am no where near a perfect person and i am definitely not above anyone but i can't stand them. i honestly want to punch each and every single one of them in the face...well MAYBE not one of them. I've been trying so fucking hard no to.

Haunting My Dreams

Why do you appear in my dreams
when I haven't thought of you in weeks?
To have the dream consume me
tricking my mind to believing you and I were we.

The secret kiss and the ghost of touch
it doesn't make sense to dream of you so much,
Which makes no sense because I know how I feel
so there is no way that this should be so real.

Your face was not the sane
when I sat next to you at the baseball game.
I remember a whisper of wanting more
right when the rival team hit a home run and scored.

I leaned over and kissed your neck
you tilted my head to give a quick peck.
I looked into your eyes and it wasn't you
Alarmed, I wake up dazed and confused.

I walk the rest of the day wondering what it means
because there's no way the dream is what it seems.

Midnight Stroll

The ghost of yesterday's past
haunts me in my dreams.
The present interrupts the future
working hard for my life to be redeemed
but you can't know sure.

My soul sinks to the burning fire
but as my mind gravitates to the burning light
and as my mind goes higher and higher
my soul is incinerated by the fire.

And as the wicked never sleeps
I chase the shadows in the dark
and as society weeps
I'm lost with a broken heart

Sickness

Slowly and slowly i find myself withering away
I feel my insides dying
the pain is excruciating
for it to go away I pray

It appeared out of nowhere
the sickness consumes me
fading in and out
I try to as civil as i can be

It hurts
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts

I can barely hold on
trying so hard to not cry out
I am strong
Im going to make this out alive