2009

Brought some heartaches,
Some bad days,
Some old thoughts back into the light of day,
Some thoughts I never wanted to think about ever again,
Yet somehow I knew I would never truely forget them.
I've felt loved and hated,
I've felt wanted and abandoned.
But the days got better,
Closer to the end I found someone to call a true friend,
And I know they'll stand by me.
Thanks for being here.

A Year Has Passed

In the past year,

I've learned much about myself,

And yet little at the same time.

I've learned I prefer my friends close,

The ones I love closer,

And the ones who lives I've hurt close as well.

I've learned that we learn from past mistakes,

That life throws you a curveball when you think it's going to pitch a fastball,

To live like it's your last day because you never know when it will be,

That love heals almost every wound,

And that when it looks like all hope is lost there is always a light somewhere to guide you.

What I have yet to learn:

Is how to keep my heart and mind out of past mistakes,

Not to take everything so seriously,

How to walk away from something and just let it be.

Maybe I'll never quite learn those arts...

And maybe someday I'll look back and say,

"I did it, I didn't think I could, took some time but I did it."

Why Do We Flee?

Why do we flee?
For why do we run,
From things that must be?
Why must this take over?
Why must this confusion be?
Heart torn,
And people scorned.
Now who's the fool amongst us all?
Who must stand tall?
Am I the one to fall?
Unknowning where our hearts lie.
Why must we tell these lies?
For why do I still care for the one who cut,
Cut my heart in two...
For why do I still turn to him,
When all else fails?
For why do I turn to you?
What forces be,
That so have us become,
Something which we do not see?
Something yet to hath be done.
What is this 'love',
That we so offten speak of?
Is it blind?
Can it hear?
For what does it fear?

It's Been Awhile

It's been sometime since I've been able to smile,

without faking it.

It's been sometime since I've heard those words,

and believed them.

It's been awhile since I've cried,

without being sad.

It's been awhile since I've been held,

and not turned away.

It's been too long since any of this has occured,

until today.

What Is Life?

What's life?

Why the pain?

Why the sad?

But then again,

Why the smiles?

Why the love?

Why anything?

What would happen,

If we weren't here?

Who would love the lost?

Who would heal the hurt?

Would would miss the loved?

Is it better to live another day,

To see the good we will miss?

Or to die today,

And not see the hurt of tomorrow?

What is the answer?

Will we ever know?

Love On Your Arms

Write love on your arms,

For it could be someone's last wish.

To be loved.

Their dieing wish is only to be loved

Why won't someone love them?

Love them for them?

Write love on your arms to show,

That in the end,

We're always here.

Will everyone write love on their arms?

I have it written forever.

Now tell me will you?

Will you always care for each other?

To love and to be loved,

Is something we all crave.

Now show some love to those who feel,

There is no hope for them.

Let them see that there is hope.

And write love on your arms.

It's Not The End

HurtTonight,
it was one of those nights.
When I'd rather not be alone,
because I feared where my mind would take me.
It was one of those nights,
when I felt all alone.
Tonight there are words written on my body,
which tell the story,
of how I really feel about,
everything.
"End it all, it's time to fall"
and, "No point to this world anymore"
were some of the words written on me.
I've done this before,
when the world was against me.
Everything I thought of myself,
became the words I could see.
The words read aloud,
made me see.
I'm worth more then I thought of me.