Drive Time Written-Unknown

there's so much to do,

but i would rather be out there,

out where the people,

are out like the sun,

out like you laying on the cold floor,

sun will fill you as it has me

and we will go out for a drive,

a drive down the boulevard,

past the high school

where we go

past the house your folks live in,

past the city

and we could let the sun

fill us to the brim

and forever we would ride,

two in a chariot made of artificial gold,

two of us in the sunlight,

singing along to the radio

because it smells like teen spirit and we know,

and we wish it would snow

because we have that funny feeling that we should be happy

even though my house is a disaster

and we are chasing after

the horizon in your car

and never stop until we get far away

and into the mountains

and we play our entire CD collection

and we are filled with sunlight

and we drive beneath the canopy of trees

and cruise in the shade

and we laugh and play,

i don't want this feeling to go away,

please don't go away.

because this is how it's supposed to be

People Never Change Written-... Sometime in 2007

this is what I told you
cus this is what I tried
but you don't believe
in the tears I've cried


because you're too wrapped
around
her finger to hear
me whisper in your ear
about my love
that I hold above
anything else in life


I should have known
you wouldn't grow
out of your naive ways
because when her body sways
you think it's for you
but its aimed across the room


you're no different than you've ever been
boys are the same over and over again
second chances don't mean a thing people never change
or at least never have they grown out of their bitter stubborn ways

sorry I tried, sorry I warned you,
but thing I'm really sorry about is
sorry you think she loves you when she really scorns you

Twisted and Checkered Written July 1st Two Thousand and Eight

Something isn't matching up.
Emotions out of place.
Nothings really looking good.
I feel an empty space.

Smile, smile, Smile in place.
Camera's clicking away.
Wishing, Wishing, Under your breath,
Wishing for another day.

Take her hand away,
Paint the nails deep black.
Cut her hair,
She's never looking back.

The ceiling painted velvet black,
She twists her hair around one crooked finger,
Knowing that thanks to her new change,
No one will ever really see her.

Moonlight dancing off her slender fingers,
Her hands deftly grace the keys,
The piano begins to sing her favorite lullaby.
Mentally her guest falls to his knees.

He is in total awe at the girl who strikes the keys,
He knows she painted this physical image, he knows it's all a sham,
She smiles and he sees she's happy, her face soft in the moonlight,
And his heart breaks a hundred times, because he'd fallen in love with the lamb.

And her eyes meet his and for a second she realized it was never a sham,
Truly he made her heart sing, more gorgeous than the music at her fingers, her heart was past flying.
His eyes break away from hers, and she hates to think she believed in the fairy tale ending,
And her heart breaks a hundred times, because she'd fallen in love with the lion.

He excuses himself, and is almost out the door, his mind is flying,
Her fingers jump off the keys, and she tries to mend her broken heart,
She knows it will never work so she heads to the kitchen without haste,
She wraps her finger around the handle but he stops her before she even starts.

He was just about to leave but he knew it would only unsettle his heart.
As her returned he was stuck by her sudden depression, he couldn't see it's reason or rhyme,
He turned her around, and let his heart be poured to her, eyes smoldering in the night,
They smile and melt into each other, knowing The End will arrive when it is time.

Please...

Don't look at me,

It breaks my heart.

Don't walk with me,

You wanted to leave from the start.

Don't talk to me,

We both know words aren't real.

Don't watch me cry,

It increases the pain I feel.

Don't pretend,

I know it's all fake.

Don't try to help,

It's my mistake to make.

Don't say I hurt you,

When you didn't care from the start.

Don't peice me together,

After breaking me apart.

Don't try to convince me,

We'll always be friends.

Don't even start,

When you know it's the end.

America We Have A Problem

Huston, move over please, this is too big a problem.

Please, someone?

Are you big enough to help put a muzzle on society?

To soothe our children’s nightmares from reading of the future societies that have become today?

Can you make them promises that don’t turn out to be hollow?

Can you try, at least try, to make our children feel welcome, somewhere?

Is the world really the pessimistic, future less world we all think it is?

Is music the only thing these children hear anymore?

Has communication become so unreal the only way to express yourself is through

Long, depressing good-bye letters?

Glowing words on a screen?

Lyrics laid in front of you?

“Another Fabricated Self-Portrait”? Indeed. We aren’t so perfect.

But can’t we keep pretending?

Tell me. Tell Me. TELL ME.

Can’t we keep pretending everything is perfect?

Only really show the slightest bit of emotion when we finally

Explode,

Breakdown,

Die?

Is this where it ends?

Or does it continue?

Please, don’t let this world continue without it’s medicine.

Medicine, the cure for modern worlds:

Music

Peace

Change

Understanding

Lack of a generation gap

Life

Liberty

The pursuit of happiness

Abstinence from reality TV

A long overdue reality check.

Why should today’s youth be this way?

One young girl fighting for her individuality before she dreams of high school.

One young girl not dreaming of high school in between 8th grade drags of smoke.

One young boy never becoming more than a social outcast.

One young boy hurriedly hiding his talent in an incinerator.

Fights breaking out because no one has taught them otherwise.

Volatile best friends, not sure where tomorrow will take the extent of their loyalty.

In every house a child crying themselves to sleep through the chorus of screams.

Grades, meaningless, thrown out with the garbage.

Threats to make parents jump out of their skin.

Adults without children, neglecting lives other than their own.

Adults, never seeing the world through eyes who haven’t been destroyed by

Their parents

Political interference

Censorship

Prejudice

Fear

Routine opposition of their own lives.

Light never really reaching the backs of peoples eyes,

Light being blocked by the thick headedness and anger of

Humans.

We have a problem.

Why, all of a sudden,

Do we care?

Don’t you find it rather odd that we have chosen to leave it all to our children?

To my generation?

Why are we frantic about the state of the earth so suddenly?

Oh, I apologize, I guess what with this whole, world going to destroy itself thing we have to

Have some sort of distraction.

Do you even notice the way there are two sides to everything?

Or did someone decide if you’re important enough you can point the finger at someone else?

Did you all miss the memo on that humanity stuff?

I know, weird isn’t it? Not acting like savages.

I know you may think we’ve come so much farther than we were.

But have we really?

Really?

Are we really any better off than we were?

With weapons, violence, death, environmental cover ups?

Tune out the world, shove those headphones over the mess we’ve created.

It works, I swear.

You see another world through the microphone.

Close your eyes, listen carefully,

The world is an amazing place.

Uh oh, America? We have a problem.

Sorry dears, what was I thinking?

No need to panic, that’ll be the last time I try to be so

Radical

Anarchist

And

Such a danger to society by

Speaking my Mind.


This Is Today, Wake Up,
WE HAVE A PROBLEM.

You Still Don't Know -Written 02-16-08-

You still don't know.

You read the last letter I wrote,

right?

Yes, you did.

You liked it

I think.

I'm not softer now, don't worry

I'm still that funny little

terrified

crumbling

girl you know and

I guess

love as your

mentally questionable

friend.

I have found something out since I last wrote you a letter like this;

I do love you.

Just not how I thought love was.

I NEED you in my life.

I couldn't function if you weren't around.

Period.

We may never have been very close,

I don't know if we're getting any closer,

But you mean so very much to me.

I am really embarrassed to tall you this

but

You save me.

No matter what you're there,

Not physically, of course,

But you accept me unconditionally.

I was broken, you worried

not about when or how I would feel better,

but if you could do anything to help me.

You are one of my very best friends.

I'm so thankful for you.

I pray for you, did you know that?

I do,

I pray that you stay strong,

You aren't hurt,

Your family is safe,

and that

You will always be my friend.

Your friendship means SO much to me.

Words can't describe it,

You know?

As I'm typing this, my fear is developing,

The fear that you don't.

You don't value our friendship the way I do,

You don't want me around forever,

You don't give a [insert swear word here].

I really hope you live happily,

I hope life turns out better than it has been treating you so far.

I hope you get married to a sweet person,

Not a snot,

Someone who deserves my friend.

You're bomb to be honest.

I know people read this and wonder;

Who is this to?

If it's you, please read to the end.

Well, the person reading this who isn't supposed to

Wouldn't understand the real meaning behind these words:

Whispering is scary, don't do it on the phone.

This is to mushy of a letter to be writing to someone like you,

You persevere through too much to think too much of this letter.

I bet it's too creepy to know I love you,

don't worry,

I don't mean it all mushy and stuff,

Just there is no other way to describe how much I care,

How much you matter.

Sorry I made you read another letter.

I bet it was a waste.

Good-bye now.

Smile, even if you do look kind of goofy.