January and February '08
&&The only
way I can
let you down
is if you
depend on me.
He looked
at me
today. He
looked at
me like
he actually
knew my
name. Was
I so brave
as to let
my heart
blieve that
he actually
took the time
to find out
my name?
No, I
couldn't let
myself
even think
that. And
yet, when
our eyes
met, it
seemed as
though we
had told
all our life
secrets to
each other.
&&Sometimes
you have to
fall, in order
to learn to
catch yourself.
&&Sometimes
hurting is
easier than
being happy.
Don't forget
how to love.
&&Believe that
you can conquer
the world, and
you will.
&&Anything
you set your
mind to, you
can accomplish.
So, she sits
alone in her
dark corner
of the world
crying because
no one took
the time to
actually know
her.
Do'nt sleep.
Stay awak.
If you fall
asleep, you
might not
wake up.
Love her
like you
love those
trophies.
Stop staring,
your eyes
might fall
out.
Get over
yourself
for one
minute
so you
can see
who you
really are.
Take in everything
around you.
Be surprised my
nothing, and amazed
at everything.
Use the colors
of the rainbow
to describe
yourself.
Luck- a four
letter word
meaning
"reassurance."
Silence is
golden- until
someone gets
hurt by it.
Don't tell
me I'm
not pretty
enough, because
guess what?
You're just jealous!
Color my min
with your
thoughts&&ideas.
The butterflies
in my stomach
tell me the
story of my
heart.
&&Every single
one of my
thoughts are
of what would
happen if it
was me, instead
of her.
&&Behind this
smile are
thoughts of
him.
Every time
i see you
with her
I wonder
what could
have been
if I would have
tried harder.
&&Finally, everything
falls into place.
Putting me down
will only make
me want to get
up, that much
more.
Being an
"American"
has become
nothing more
than a right,
instead of a
way of life.
That door, yes, that
big black one with
the gate in front of
it. Behind that
door is a life
being lived. A life
being lived, even
if not being lived
to it's fullest, it's
still being lived.
There is always
that one guy
who will never
leave your heart,
no matter how
many times you
try to replace
him.
&&He's the
reason I
wake up
every morning
with a smile
on my face.
Stop running
from your
fears and problems,
because no matter
how far you go
or how fast
you run, they
will always
catch up.
&&Now every time
I see a heart
I don't imagine
it broken.
Love like you're never been hurt.
Laugh like no noe can hear you.
And live like there's no tomorrow, because
there are no guarentees in life.
I didn't know
what amazing
was until I
met you.
Every time I think
of you my whole
body shakes.
I see you and
I can barely stand
up. Everything
you are reminds
me of what I
though true love
was.
You make me
laugh when I don't
even want to smile.
And when I feel
like crying you tell
me everything will
be ok. And everytime
I hear you say that
I actually believe you,
because I see in
your eyes you actually
believe
yourself.
And so, here I
am, finally telling
you how I feel.
I love you.
And now that
you know,
next time you're
near me and I
stop breathing,
don't panick, it's
just because
I am near
you. That's all.
As soon as
you leave I'll
return back to
normal, and then
I'll miss you
like crazy, because
I'd rather die
from loss of air
than never see
you again.
You're the
reason I
can't eat
or sleep.
For once
in my life I
don't want
to sleep
because
reality if
finally
better than
my dreams.
Poetry- words with feelings.
Lets go back
to when all
we had to do
was say "Oh,
that's a pretty
picture." Instead
of "Well, I
like it because
it's sophisticated
yet simple."
In every story
there must be
love. Because
from love comes
hate, jealous
and passion.
And with
hate, jealousy
and passion
you can
create a
story worth
reading.
If you look
deep into
someones eyes
you will see
the story of
their life.
Louder isn't always better.
&&Everyday
she write the
story of how
much she
wants and
needs h im
on her pillow
with her tears.
&&Every
word out
of her mouth
is a testament
of her love
for him.
The human
race is like
a tree, we
just keep
growing and
growing.
&&The lyrics in
her heart tell
her not to give up.
Art is an
expression
of the
heart and
sould. Writing
is an
expression of
the heart
and mind.
Speech
involved none
of these,
we just say
whatever the
heck we want.
And most of
the time,
anything we
say has not
taken any
though,
has no sould,
and lacks
feeling that
only ones
heart can
prepare.
Brothers- because
the guys who
hurt us need to
be beat up.
I walk in the rain
because no one
see me crying.
I cry because
of the confusion
I feel. Does
he like me?
Does she hate
me? Qusetions like
these flood my
mind as I lie
awake in a
thunderstorm. The thunder
drounds out my
cries for help.
I cry out
in the storm
for someone to
help me out
of this eternal
darkness I'm in.
it seems no
one hears me,
so I stay
here in my
dark corner of
the world. It
starts to grow
cold, I feel
sleepy. And then,
I see a bright
light. And I
feel the warmth
of life and
I know I'm
alive, though I've
died. And the
sad thing is,
death seems to
be the sweetest
feeling I've ever
felt. Life was
colder than death.
There is no
one here with
me. No one
to walk me
through. But I
am not afraid.
Being alive, with
people all around
me I was
afriad. Always afraid
of who was
talking about me
and what they
were saying. That
is why I
sat and cried
away my life.
As I look
down from this
warm darkness I
see how much
I was really
loved. And I
cry. I cry
so long and
hard even the
clouds cry. And
their tears shower
all that is
old and make
it new. And
as I look,
I see another
girl, a girl
like me, walking
in the rain.
As I look
closer I see
she is crying.
I long to hold
her, as I wished
someone had held
me. And I
cry some more
and it rains
through the night.
In the morning
I look for
the girl who
was crying in
the rain. I
don't see her
at first and
I search all
day. That night
as I start
to give up
I hear a
faint cry for
help. As it
grows louder I
realize it's the
girl. The girl
who was going
through the same
motions I went
through. I could
only guess by
morning she would
feel the warmth
of this unexplainable
darkness. And maybe
I will be
able to meet
her. Or maybe
she will have
her own darkness.
And she will
cry her own
tears, and find
another girl who
is going through
the same thing
we went through.
And maybe she
will find out
how to comfort
those girls so
they don't have
to experience this
darkness and they
can experience the
light I heard
so much about
while I was
alive. And if
those girls do
make it to
the light, I
hope they can
tell me about
it. And then
I realize that
is the first
time I've ever
hoped. And I
see light in
this darkness. I
walk towards it
and find myself
even warmer than
before and then,
I wake up.
way I can
let you down
is if you
depend on me.
He looked
at me
today. He
looked at
me like
he actually
knew my
name. Was
I so brave
as to let
my heart
blieve that
he actually
took the time
to find out
my name?
No, I
couldn't let
myself
even think
that. And
yet, when
our eyes
met, it
seemed as
though we
had told
all our life
secrets to
each other.
&&Sometimes
you have to
fall, in order
to learn to
catch yourself.
&&Sometimes
hurting is
easier than
being happy.
Don't forget
how to love.
&&Believe that
you can conquer
the world, and
you will.
&&Anything
you set your
mind to, you
can accomplish.
So, she sits
alone in her
dark corner
of the world
crying because
no one took
the time to
actually know
her.
Do'nt sleep.
Stay awak.
If you fall
asleep, you
might not
wake up.
Love her
like you
love those
trophies.
Stop staring,
your eyes
might fall
out.
Get over
yourself
for one
minute
so you
can see
who you
really are.
Take in everything
around you.
Be surprised my
nothing, and amazed
at everything.
Use the colors
of the rainbow
to describe
yourself.
Luck- a four
letter word
meaning
"reassurance."
Silence is
golden- until
someone gets
hurt by it.
Don't tell
me I'm
not pretty
enough, because
guess what?
You're just jealous!
Color my min
with your
thoughts&&ideas.
The butterflies
in my stomach
tell me the
story of my
heart.
&&Every single
one of my
thoughts are
of what would
happen if it
was me, instead
of her.
&&Behind this
smile are
thoughts of
him.
Every time
i see you
with her
I wonder
what could
have been
if I would have
tried harder.
&&Finally, everything
falls into place.
Putting me down
will only make
me want to get
up, that much
more.
Being an
"American"
has become
nothing more
than a right,
instead of a
way of life.
That door, yes, that
big black one with
the gate in front of
it. Behind that
door is a life
being lived. A life
being lived, even
if not being lived
to it's fullest, it's
still being lived.
There is always
that one guy
who will never
leave your heart,
no matter how
many times you
try to replace
him.
&&He's the
reason I
wake up
every morning
with a smile
on my face.
Stop running
from your
fears and problems,
because no matter
how far you go
or how fast
you run, they
will always
catch up.
&&Now every time
I see a heart
I don't imagine
it broken.
Love like you're never been hurt.
Laugh like no noe can hear you.
And live like there's no tomorrow, because
there are no guarentees in life.
I didn't know
what amazing
was until I
met you.
Every time I think
of you my whole
body shakes.
I see you and
I can barely stand
up. Everything
you are reminds
me of what I
though true love
was.
You make me
laugh when I don't
even want to smile.
And when I feel
like crying you tell
me everything will
be ok. And everytime
I hear you say that
I actually believe you,
because I see in
your eyes you actually
believe
yourself.
And so, here I
am, finally telling
you how I feel.
I love you.
And now that
you know,
next time you're
near me and I
stop breathing,
don't panick, it's
just because
I am near
you. That's all.
As soon as
you leave I'll
return back to
normal, and then
I'll miss you
like crazy, because
I'd rather die
from loss of air
than never see
you again.
You're the
reason I
can't eat
or sleep.
For once
in my life I
don't want
to sleep
because
reality if
finally
better than
my dreams.
Poetry- words with feelings.
Lets go back
to when all
we had to do
was say "Oh,
that's a pretty
picture." Instead
of "Well, I
like it because
it's sophisticated
yet simple."
In every story
there must be
love. Because
from love comes
hate, jealous
and passion.
And with
hate, jealousy
and passion
you can
create a
story worth
reading.
If you look
deep into
someones eyes
you will see
the story of
their life.
Louder isn't always better.
&&Everyday
she write the
story of how
much she
wants and
needs h im
on her pillow
with her tears.
&&Every
word out
of her mouth
is a testament
of her love
for him.
The human
race is like
a tree, we
just keep
growing and
growing.
&&The lyrics in
her heart tell
her not to give up.
Art is an
expression
of the
heart and
sould. Writing
is an
expression of
the heart
and mind.
Speech
involved none
of these,
we just say
whatever the
heck we want.
And most of
the time,
anything we
say has not
taken any
though,
has no sould,
and lacks
feeling that
only ones
heart can
prepare.
Brothers- because
the guys who
hurt us need to
be beat up.
I walk in the rain
because no one
see me crying.
I cry because
of the confusion
I feel. Does
he like me?
Does she hate
me? Qusetions like
these flood my
mind as I lie
awake in a
thunderstorm. The thunder
drounds out my
cries for help.
I cry out
in the storm
for someone to
help me out
of this eternal
darkness I'm in.
it seems no
one hears me,
so I stay
here in my
dark corner of
the world. It
starts to grow
cold, I feel
sleepy. And then,
I see a bright
light. And I
feel the warmth
of life and
I know I'm
alive, though I've
died. And the
sad thing is,
death seems to
be the sweetest
feeling I've ever
felt. Life was
colder than death.
There is no
one here with
me. No one
to walk me
through. But I
am not afraid.
Being alive, with
people all around
me I was
afriad. Always afraid
of who was
talking about me
and what they
were saying. That
is why I
sat and cried
away my life.
As I look
down from this
warm darkness I
see how much
I was really
loved. And I
cry. I cry
so long and
hard even the
clouds cry. And
their tears shower
all that is
old and make
it new. And
as I look,
I see another
girl, a girl
like me, walking
in the rain.
As I look
closer I see
she is crying.
I long to hold
her, as I wished
someone had held
me. And I
cry some more
and it rains
through the night.
In the morning
I look for
the girl who
was crying in
the rain. I
don't see her
at first and
I search all
day. That night
as I start
to give up
I hear a
faint cry for
help. As it
grows louder I
realize it's the
girl. The girl
who was going
through the same
motions I went
through. I could
only guess by
morning she would
feel the warmth
of this unexplainable
darkness. And maybe
I will be
able to meet
her. Or maybe
she will have
her own darkness.
And she will
cry her own
tears, and find
another girl who
is going through
the same thing
we went through.
And maybe she
will find out
how to comfort
those girls so
they don't have
to experience this
darkness and they
can experience the
light I heard
so much about
while I was
alive. And if
those girls do
make it to
the light, I
hope they can
tell me about
it. And then
I realize that
is the first
time I've ever
hoped. And I
see light in
this darkness. I
walk towards it
and find myself
even warmer than
before and then,
I wake up.