I can’t fathom the simple thought of death. being gone forever but at the same time you are alive forever. what's next? is there a next? but look around the walking dead is everywhere. so do we even really die? tell me this please…were will I go and what will I do? when is my time and what will it be like? do I really have a hundred years? for some its short but for me its long this life is dreadful. wouldn't an afterlife be even more? and “rest in peace” rest means to leave the physical world mentally, but yet you eventually come back will I ever come back? god said he would rest his havens in the clouds but I cant see your havens God I don't know where to go when and if my time even comes trust me, I’ve touched the clouds before and you weren’t there.

Oatmeal

I'm so sick of oatmeal I'm sick of being too poor for anything else In sick of waiting for something better to come around That’s never going to show up I'm sick of mush in my bowl and fog on my window I'm sick of "oh were low on money at the moment' This moment has been years I'm sick of wanting to walk into a warm house But its too cold too love I'm sick of keeping it all to myself I'm sick and I'm not getting better

Because I cant tell the difference anymore Between reality and things unworldly Because I cant type out my poems with out fucking it all up Because everyone hates me for my bad choices This is why I am quitting Starting a new and giving it my all God has found me and showed me his book And he has cleared my path I have chose to walk on it Because lately I've been lost in the off trails and I need to get back on

Hes a water boy and I’m a soda girl hes a music boy and I’m a song girl but our lips just match up so perfect and if you were to ask me if I wanted to dance with a sweaty guy for two hours straight, I would normally say no. But its him :) 

Brother

You're trying so hard You worked you way up to the top of your class and the athlete of the year You got rid of the bad and formed a whole new type of good You are good looking and kind You try so hard to please everyone around you But its never good enough for anyone And that’s the messed up part I know you use the drugs as a way around the criticism And I know you are upset with the world But remember please that you could be the ripest Juiciest Plumpest Sweetest Peach in the bunch…. But there is always going to be someone Who doesn’t like peaches…

Remembering

I don’t like remembering Remembering scares me Makes me over think Makes the if's and's and but's come up too often Makes me wonder what could have been Makes me want it back Make me cry Makes me laugh Remembering frightens me in a way I cant help Remembering is done alone when my mind wanders I'm not good alone

Skipping Stones

We must have stood their for hours. But yet the sun never set. It hovered in the mince of the day. It glowed and reflected on the lake we were standing in. He grabbed a boulder for me to step on. Cause I told him I didn’t like the feel of the underneath of the lake. He rolled up his jeans and held my hand. He would guide my arm to skip these little flat rocks reputedly until I got it right. And we smiled and laughed and I will never forget it. I still don’t know how to skip a rick. But for this I have a memory...