There's..

there's you. the typical person who claims they are nothing.
there's she. the average female to feed your every need.
there's he. the one who is on the other side.
and then there's me, the one who has troubles and hide.

sitting in a corner

sitting in a corner you forget what's around you besides that crease in front of your angry eyes.
you're reminded of the walls and the rough texture it provides by keeping it wrapped around your own atmosphere.
but your back begins to ache and you want to move, but you're arrested from your own control.
so you begin to think of your history.
and you begin to feel your misery.
but all you can do now is sit in that corner with your angry eyes.
because you've lost your own control.

Your words are so kind.

"And it's in this time,
in the midst of spring,
that I reflect on our love,
and begin to smile
at this beautiful thing.

And we know not
what our fate may say,
but I ask that you don't
inflict me with solitude's sting,
and instead with you I'll stay.

And it's in this time,
on the eve of May,
that I cherish our now,
and begin to appreciate
our love growing each day.

And we know not
what we're going to do,
but I know that I will
entrust you with promise's pledge,
and spend my life with you."


Thank you sweetheart, I love you.

Trapped Doors And Trapped Minds

I'd rather there be trapped doors than trapped minds.
For every trapped door one can stop and think in time.
But for those with trapped minds, clearly lead ahead not knowing what they'll run into.

It all begins

Daylight begins.
I contain the summer heat.
I bring out the postal cards to write you independently.
I belong in that field.
I belong to something new.
I belong to the summer heat with my postal cards, writing to you.


Children at play, with teenage romance.
I look beyond my eyes to keep this moment.
Midnight comes and the night gets cold.
But I'll remember to wake up in the horizon's gold.

Keep my writings, forever you'll grow.
If we never meet, do know how it all begins.
Daylight comes, but the summer will never end.

No YESTERDAY

There is chalk on the sidewalk.
It spells out "YESTERDAY".
And I concentrate on the word.
With each letter spelled out in light lavender.
I think about my long arguments,
and you think about your long thoughts.
And your thoughts getting caught in my arguments.
I can't help but to look at the long colorful word.

But not for long did it stay.
For when I left I wrote "TODAY".
Because YESTERDAY, is a waste of thought.
When TODAY is all I've got.

I have

I have this secret.
And I don't mind you knowing.
And I don't mind you telling.
But what would it be after you knowing?
But what would it be after you telling?
I guess I'll just keep this secret.
I wouldn't know what else to call it.