This is the day...

This is the day that you have returned
This day, you came back.
Telling me how you feel without words
Without saying anything, as your eyes and motions tell a story.
This is the day I wish I could say
What is on my mind.
This day, I have created a cage of my thoughts.
I have so much to say,
And no time to say it.
With fear that everything will restart,
That everything will disappear at the blink of an eye.
With fear that I will have lost without even beginning to fight.
That everything will just vanish at the thought of what could, or could not happen.

Newist in a while

It has been a while since I have posted anything since I have not had the ability (memory of a goldfish) to log in. I have remembered now, my password and email that I used so I can start posting again! :)

Gone

Its Painful

To live is torture

I'm practically dead already

Nothingness has consumed me

and nothing can save life

It is gone

Darkness is rising and nothingness is my new life

That will never be changed

It is unbreakable

Love has become meaningless because of a dark shadow that has become my biggest fear

Life along with that is losing its meaning

I am trapped alone in a crowded world sinking further into the unknown

I am broken and cannot be helped

I am dead and not even my family notices

Alone

Im alone

In this crowd full of people

Sifting through the stars that shine

Only to find a diamond in the rough

That will lead me to the world again

And introduce me to the light in which I have been avoiding

For far too long

books-from 7th grade...

One million or more

There are more books

More than I will ever be able to read.

They take us

They take you,

To a new world

A world unknown to maps

A new world for every book

Every book turns a page

Every page is a minute

Every minute is something new

Excitement, mystery, sci-fi.

There are many choices,

Fiction, nonfiction, adventure,

Horror, comedy, poems…

What kind to choose?

What kind do you read?

Which adventure you choose

Will be important when you begin

Scar

A scar was left

On my heart

 When sad times came.

As we cried,

 A scar was formed.

Right there,

On my heart

When he passed,

A scar was formed.

My heart was not the same.

We cried,

And scars came,

On our hearts,

On that day;

When he passed away…

Growing up

1.    Baby

We start as a baby

Young

Brand new

We don’t know anything

Not yet

We cry to get what we need and what we want

We cry out in boredom

When we are uncomfortable

We cry

2.   kid to teen

As a kid you have stages

The talkative stage

And the questions all the time stage

As a teen

You are almost there almost an adult

You talk more

And play less

Some teens go through rebellion

Drama

And where you just don’t know what to do

What’s next?

3.   Adult

We are grown

Changed, different

We are matured

No longer in school

Working

Making tough decisions

Right and wrong

Being who we are and trying to stay strong