DreamDream . . .
Your hand in mine,
in this world of sunshine.
Where lonilness is not found.
Yet not a single sound.
Is it a dream?
Or is it what it seems?
So happy and proud.
And our actions so loud.
Is it true?
In this world of me and you.
We walk to where we belong.
And we find nothing is wrong.
To a home we find.
Too perfect and nothing confined.
As we stood there wondering.
You grabbed my hand and in your eyes it was thundering.
You began to speak,
and by your sound, I became weak.
Your words flowed,
and time slowed.
Then you said, "I love you," in a daze.
And I just gazed.
I said nothing,
be founded by something.
In your eyes I read.
"Save me!" they said.
I backed away,
and fell astray.
I replied back, "you don't love me . . .
So please stop pretending to act with such glee."
You answered, "what do you mean? I love you . . . "
"It is not true . . . "
I walked to you and touched your cheek.
And I felt weak.
"No Ellis . . . It's I who's love-struck.
So goodbye and good luck.
This gray judging world,
I hate you so.
Must I be mocked everyday?
And by the one I love?
I wish he would save me.
But he just doesn't care.
That skater punk hit his head to many times,
and know he can't even remember the important things now.
Sigh, must I be tormented?
He was my friend for so long.
I miss the old shy self of his.
It seems like everything is just crumbling all around me.
My friends are drifting apart,
they're so cold-hearted now.
But I still love them.
I will always love them,
even if they hate me.
I am so foolish,
and I don't care.
As long as I get to see the one I love smile and laugh,
that's all I need to live on.
I must stay strong for the future.
For you never know what might happen.
He just might. . . love me back . . .
Go HomeGo home!
My head hurts,
and suffering from fatigue.
Please let me leave.
I have to take care of my kitten,
I have homework,
and I have chores to do.
So please! Let me go home!
I wish to sleep!
I wish to cry!
I wish to leap!
I wish to die!
I so much to do.
But too tired and sick.
So let me sleep.
And lets go home . . .
Happy DaysHappy days
Happiness filled our world so long ago,
we were all just kids then.
But we understood nothing about the future.
Hearts would be broken,
lives would be taken,
friends would be lost to selfish desires.
My god, what have we all become?
Now at this selfish age,
we have all lost our innocence of mind.
I look back to the past while everyone I know is changing.
Those were such happy days,
and we knew nothing about emotions and hormones of today.
I miss my old friends,
I miss my happiness that I once had.
I miss my real home,
and I miss my nice family.
It seems like the happy days are over,
and we must face reality.
We all are not little kids anymore.
We are teenagers with selfish minds,
and we may think that no one understands.
But everyone that we know and knew,
were all teenagers at one point in their life.
Today, I am a dreamer,
and I think about the past too much.
People say to forget,
but my memories are the most precious things I will every have.
Because everyone that I've me
Quieter than a mouse.
Lonelier than the moon.
I am invisible to everyone.
My family moves on.
We drift apart as the years go by.
And we disappear.
We are just children now.
But when we are older,
forgetting is what we do best.
I am invisible now,
So as long as I live,
this is what I am . . .
I care for you.
Do you care for me?
Do you love me the way I love you?
Sigh, you loving me,
would be a childish dream,
for everyone who wants to find love.
It's just a stupid dream.
After so much so much that has happened,
I just don't know what to do anymore.
There are no answers,
but more questions keep coming.
That is just the way life is,
it's not fair.
For those simple questions,
it's such a pain,
but I just want to ask you...
Will you miss me?
And do you love me?
Forever to Remember
To never forget,
what you've felt
what you've heard,
what you've seen.
To never forget your friends,
they're always there,
when you need them,
to see them,
to hear them,
to share your feelings with them.
Feel their kindness as they did yours,
for so long.
To never forget what your heart has told you,
because your heart cries and is about to break
until you speak to the people that love you again.
The PathThe Path
I try to find the right path for me,
when I continue my search everyday.
My paths may be muddy and pale,
but my paths will prevail.
Others may join along,
but all their paths are so very long.
Their paths may be happy, and not dreary,
and my paths might be dark and scary.
I'm near the end of my paths,
and then I see a great big flash.
It felt like eleven years went by,
right in front of my teenage eyes.
Oh, so tired of everything.
Wish everything would change.
Yet stay the same.
My mixed emotions only cause confusion.
For evreyone who's near me.
They really know nothing of me . . .
I just might runaway.
Wish forever everything to be forgotten.
Yet I want to remember.
My lonely self olny makes others sad.
For everyone who love's me,
they are always in pain . . .
Uh, I will sleep forever.
Wish for everything to become quiet.
Yet I want someone to talk to.
My broken heart only bleeds to death.
For everyone who trusts me.
They are wondering what is wrong . . .
-Unknown to everyone close.
I'm broken and can't be fixed.
They say I can be fixed with super glue and duck tape.
But they're so wrong.
For my heart cannot be healed by patching it up.
It will just heal over time . . . .
To RememberTo Remember
You are gone now,
but you are still here.
In all of us,
and our memories together.
Forever to live inside of our inner hearts.
But will you ever come back to us who love you?
Who love you like family,
a best friend,
and a first love.
Will you remember us?
Will you remember to return your feelings to those of us who expressed it?
Will you remember to speak to us again?
Will you remember our voices?
and our memories together?
As we will never forget yours.
And most of all will you remember the one of us that said,
"I love you"