My Memories Have A Shadow

Lets turn the grass into a bed
And rest our eyes a while.
The air is dry and sweet, but cold.
It doesn't carry your smell.
I feel you lying next to me
But I'm scared to open my eyes
For my mind knows my senses cheat,
and when I do, my fingers outline the
mat of grass left from your back.

College Kids

I'm not where I want to be,
I'm not doing what I want to do,
I'm not who I want to be.
I'm part of a world that expects a Superman.
I'd be luck to be a Might Mouse.
The songs in my head never reach my hands,
and the passion in my heart is slowly turning to guilt.

Where did I go?
What happened to the simple love for life?
Suddenly nothing is allowed to be simple.
Everything means something
means something else
means something better
means blah blah BLAH!!!

I just want to have
peace,
clarity,
acceptance,
understanding.

"Someone please save us,
us college kids."

Writers Block

The words are pulsing through my veins
and bursting at my finger tips.
They're singing in my head
and dancing close to paragraphs.

Where the hell is a pen?
I'm drowning from my lack of ink.

Focus!

Remember what you thought
it was really good.
How did it go again?

The car screeches to a halt
and I hunt the drawer for that
little dispenser of thought.

I rip the cap off
and throw the tip to the page...



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Where Have You Been?

Where did all my friends go? I don't know where they are. I can't hear them. They've stopped writing. Sure they've called, messaged, facebooked, but I can't hear them. Writing is the best way for me to hear you. I miss you all, but it seems that you have stopped writing. I know that you're busy(believe me I am, too... kinda) but you have to let out your voices. They haven't gone anywhere, they're still in your finger tips. Just reach out to you pen, your paper, or your keyboard, and SCREAM into the letter. Let me hear you sing!

Comin' Home

I find myself in this room,
my room,
and finally feeling like it's home.
Not a permanent home, but at least where my bed is.

And at the first hints of normalcy,
I slipped away to where home was.
And suddenly my heart is torn
between what was and what is home.

The bed that rested me for so many years
feels so foreign and strange.
And the stairs I climbed so many times
are so much easier, and harder, to endure.

What at first felt so hard and different,
I begin to understand.
This long road that I'm forced to take,
Can only take me home.

I Dreamed A Dream

This song is by far the GREATEST song I have ever heard. I sang this song with my high school choir in my junior year, and even then I could feel the power of this song.



This song, by Joseph M. Martin, is about a man who has a dream that there is no music, no sound, and no happiness. The world in his dream crushes every hint of song a spirit. And when he wakes up from his nightmare, he sings (I would probably scream) praise to the "Giver of the song."

**Hint: notice how "Giver" is capitalized.

And the most important line, or at least the focal point of the song, is "Let music never die in me, forever let my spirit sing." Meaning that if he were not able to sing, his spirit would "wither and die."

I kinda totally agree with Joseph M. Martin.

So(ul) Happy

You're stupid. You're fat. You're short. You're pale. You're gay. You're lazy.

You work too hard. You think too much. You don't know anything. You suck!

You're never gonna make it. No one cares about you. You're worthless.

We here things like this all the time. We say things like this all the time. And most of the time, we mean it. We have stumbled into an age where we have forgotten the power of words. We have forgotten that everything we say can be heard. We have forgotten that our words actually mean something, and are not just empty vessels for our breath.
More than anything in the world, words can and do hurt.
Someone can be made to literally believe that they are ugly, or ever WORTHLESS, if they are simply told so. Let me just say that there is not a soul on earth that is worthless. Everything and everyone has a reason to be exactly where they are.


Never let someone smother you.
Everything you think, say, and are as a person is valid, and deserves to be acknowledged as so.
You are who you are, and who you are is beautiful.

So speak up, let loose, and simply be...

No one has the right to censor who you are allowed to be. Don't be afraid to tell it how it is. Don't settle for what you think you can get, but strive for the greatest thing you can want. Don't settle for "happy enough", but find a way to become happiness itself. If you are not happy, then change. Change is never as bad as we think it will be, and always leads to greater things.

So:
Don't be afraid
Don't settle
Don't be controlled
and be happy.