• I've spend so many nights, sitting and wishing,
    believing in miracles, dreaming in fiction.
    Painting a world in perfect depiction,
    of this life that I lead in perfect description.

    Like a doctor to words, my patience in line,
    to which I draw forth, from a beautiful mind.
    With the power to create from the dwellings inside,
    I find myself closer to what is divine.

    One look into my soul,
    could reveal so many things;
    A heart as pure as gold,
    and a love so sweet it seems,

    That with a love this sweet it brings,
    the burden of the tempted.
    These sweet tooh baring thieves,
    with many fallocies attempted.

    To try and steal my heart,
    with no knowledge of what it takes.
    With sticky fingers come sticky hands,
    who can not bare the weight.

    Surly my love runs pure, but few will get to see,
    the depth that is its river, or to travel down its stream.
    You do not need a paddle, not a boat that billows steam.
    You do not need floatation, you need only to believe.

    I've found myself so blessed, for many many years,
    for many many days, where this direction that I stear,
    leads not onto success, yet failure is my fear,
    where triumph is whats best, for wathering the years.

    What's present inside my mind;
    a world thats best defined as,
    the fear that I've been silenced,
    by my thoughts so undermined.

    ...How do I dare escape?
    ...I can barly concentrate.
    ...What is more improtant?
    ...There's so much to contemplate.

    So this path that I've laid out,
    must split in two before me,
    so I can merge on to the high road,
    and begin on my new journy.

    I found myself blessed with this gift that is of words,
    I will use this gift for good, though its followed by a curse.
    This curse will bring me power, the power is to lead,
    so that's what i must do, and be not consumed by greed.





    **This poem was inspired by the idea that we are all (myself included) on a life thats parralelled to some one else's. Or even that we live our life based on ideas that are not ours. Like trends. I try hard to differentiate my life and how i see my relationships from the normal or popular way people see things. Most people find that love is non existant or that what they feel for some one is love when it simply isnt. More so love is undefinable and we often times base our lives trying to find love. Most of us have that fear of being alone. You can not chase love with a pitch fork, it will always run away. more so if you live your life the way you always dreamed you would, you'll never be alone. We have to rise above what others want us to be and be our own person. im afraid that especially in this town...everyone is the same. So i guess if you can make yourself someone in high school to be remembered, you'll only get that privilege every ten years or so but make yourself someone to the world, and every day is a rememberance.**