Dreams

I live in the past,
Hoping for nothing to change,
I love you like I did three years ago,
And I will forever, as long as I live.

I live in a Dreamworld,
I hope for the best,
I love you in this world,
And i will love you where ever we are.

I live my life,
I wish for you,
I love you right now,
I cherish the times when I see you.

But you don't love me,
And you don't notice me,
Although this is sad,
I will just have to live in my Dreamworld,
While you will live your life,
I'll wait for you in mine.

Miracles

Winter's butterflies are falling from the sky.
Pale Ballerinas dance through the air.
It's getting colder by the second,
The preparations are starting.

A layer of blankness covers the earth.
A perfect start for a new beginning,
A perfect place for dreams to come true,
A perfect place in all its beauty.

Joy is in the frost-bitten air,
Holiday preparations have started,
Children rest in bed,
Hoping for Santa to come that night.

Bliss dreams will come on this frost-bitten night,
And Love will spread to all.
Remember only this,
Life is a miracle.

Goodbye

Change is hard,
But it has to be done.
What to do?
What to be?

When you changed,
It was for the worst.
I know what to do,
I need to let free.

But our bond dried last year,
And I can't let go,
Although it seems you already have,
I guess I needed you more than you me.

I miss you,
But what do i do,
Cause I really miss the old you,
Not the new you.

I need to say,
Goodbye.

Spreading

It's in the air,
Spreading,
But this is a feeling,
Not meant to be be seen.

It attacks every soul,
Just before the first piece of white falls to the ground,
Even though coldness is in the air,
We give this feeling of warmth to all near.

For every nice person,
For every giving person,
For every contemplative person,
For every absolutely lovely person,

Thank you,
For giving and spreading thanks.

Not Done Yet

The sun rises to the east,
Spreading its pink and purple light to every limb,
To every heart that needs lightening,
Spreading hope to the world.

Another new day,
Another day to prosper,
Another day to be helpful,
Another day to hope.

After one days worth,
And as darkness falls,
Hope dwindles on the limb of every tree,
Hoping for the next day,
Hope isn't done yet.

A Heart Metaphor

The heart is like a balloon,
It's soft and easy to break.

Thank You

Thank you,
For being there when no one else was,
To watch the stars,
And gaze into my feelings.

Thank you,
For being so patient and kind,
Listening to all the mumbling,
And trying to understand.

Thank you,
For being you,
I love you,
I love you,

I love you.

Those Childhood Days

Acting upon addition,
Solving subtraction,
Manipulating multipliers,
Deciding divisors.

All in one class,
Four to go.

Cramming in Conjunctions,
Learning their functions.
Great grammar,
And simple sentence structure.

All in one class,
Three to go.

The school bell rings,
All run swiftly by.
Swing wildly on swing sets,
And imagination runs free.

Pizza wafted into your nose,
From down the hall and up the stairs.

The best part of the day,
Quickly comes to a close.

History tends to be next,
Heroes in China, Russia, or Switzerland.
Marco Polo or Magellan.
Countries and Continents.

All in one class,
Two to go.

Test tubes and animals,
Cells and atoms,
All come together in one simple word,
Science.

All in one class,
One to go.

Music or art,
Gym or typing,
All perfectly end,
A nonchalant day,

Out the door,
And to the bus,
It’s time to play,
It’s almost the end of the day

Breaking

As I remembered the love we shared,
Which broke my heart in two,
I can’t help but wonder,
Do you feel it too?

The pain that scratches at my heart,
Minute by minute, Harder and harder,
I can’t stand to think of you,
Or many tears fall during the night.

The tears that burn my glowing red cheeks,
Are because of you,
The tears will never end,
For I truly loved what I used to call you.

But then in some sudden moment,
You decided I was not good enough,
So you decided to take me down,
Further than anyone could imagine.

So as I feel down,
And my tear drops soak into the photographs
(With you and me sharing moments),
I shall escape into my heart,
And break into two.

Fall

You wake up in the morning,
To the silence that belongs,
Only broken by beautiful birds,
Singing their morning songs.

You tiptoe out of the house,
And inhale as much air as possible,
Then you remember,
It’s finally fall.

The leaves are colorful and bright,
Reminiscence how every one is different.
Some are lonely some are in groups,
But every one in a scenic arrangement.

Fall songs are sung,
Days are cherished,
Leaves are raked,
It’s finally fall.

Piano Keys

It Says:

The Sound of Keys
Twinkle in my Mind,
And Lifts my Heart,
Above All Others.

Love 3

Love is a blur,
With nothing to hold on to,
Like a hurricane,
Swirling into nothingness.

Love is a shadowy dream,
So dark and eerie,
Like exploring a dark cave,
With nothing to hold on to.

Love is everything,
It consumes your life,
So when it falls apart,
You crash way lower then what you started with.

Love is beautiful,
You believe and trust one person,
Hoping that it will last forever,
And they will guide you to greatness.

So off we go,
Into the tunnel of love.

A Good Remembrance

My love for you will always linger,
Even if you are a thousand miles away from my little finger.

I will always cherish you in my mind,
For you are one friend I will remember as kind.

But you must be set free,
To experience more glee.

I will always miss you,
But if I listen well I will hear you too.
Although I will still cry to the moon and stars,
One day I will hear you whispering, “We’ll meet in Mars.”

I hope

I hope you see this divine blue,
Stretching upon the sky for miles and miles.

I hope you see the puffy clouds,
Beautiful and white carefully set upon the sky,
With only the wind to blow it softly along.

I hope you see these marvelous, incandescent stars,
Contrasting in the sinister, dark skies.

I hope you remember me,
Loving you.

I hope you see this poem,
And remember me like a framed picture,
Up on your admired mantle.

I hope I see you soon,
Missing you is my only misery.

I hope you miss me,
For I miss you,
And forevermore I will,
Wherever I am,

I Love You.

That’s all I have to say.

, Scarlett

My Special Day

That happiness as someone acknowledges it,
The feeling of joy fills your chest,
And the feeling slowly overflows,
Into complete bliss.

The sweet pleasure of a thoughtful gift,
Enjoyed by that special person,
On that extraordinary day.

But then feelings of sorrow fill you,
As that magnificent day swiftly comes to a close.
But the pleasure of the future years,
Reminds you that there are many more of these days yet to come.

My Picture Perfect Day

The Beautiful Sunrises


The sun rises,
Releasing a beautiful light,
Rays of pink, purple, yellow, and blue
Across the sky.

The day unleashes new information,
For you learn something new everyday,
The very true cliché.

The night is the time for romance,
And old cherished memories.
Walking down that beach with that dusk sky all around you,
With the one whom you love,
Is the perfect ending to that flawless day.

So feel that love and beautifulness,
And apply it to yourself.
For you are “picture perfect” and just simply beautiful.

My Beautiful Iceland

Smooth glides on a cloudlike shell,
Almost as much sand as on beach below.

My Beautiful Iceland.

Massively high jumps,
And fast, graceful spins,

On My Beautiful Iceland.

Friends that are dear,
And alike to me,
That are loved on Iceland.

We are all different,
But the same,
For we feel the similar on this Iceland,
Our Beautiful Iceland.

We feel refined and lovely just skating over it.

My Beautiful Iceland.

My Humble Abode

The Randomness of the House


To enter through the door,
And feel safeness near,
And glow with happiness,
As you see the familiar belongings dear.

Refine your soul,
With a “pure” movie or book in the living room.
Or eat many scrumptious desserts,
By the roaring fireplace.

And to see the familiar faces,
That light up yours.

Scarlett

A Giant Cookie

Shall I compare thee,
To a giant cookie?
Thou are more sweet and kind.

A cookie may be of different varieties,
But you are only of one,
True.

Thou may be secretive and poetical,
And thou are also beautiful and lovely.

This to the wishing star,
In the dark and scary night.
That helps and guides me.

I love you.

To The Miracle, Starrynight

Love 2

What is the point of loving?
When love is soon lost,
Buried under heartbreak.

Love disappears then comes back,
Never to stay,
But breaking your soul,
Bit by bit along the way.

Love is crazy,
So baby,
Lets take it slow,
So the love lasts forever.

Inspiration from Colbie Calliat

Unknown and Unnamed (idk)

You stare in to the beauties of the sky,
Into that beautiful pink rise,
And feel as calm as a floating bubble.

You remember that scene,
The pink and purple and yellow combined,
And make sure it stays like a framed picture in your mind.

Then you wonder what it is like on the other side of truth.
War and Anger,
Together make a frightful sight.

Remember in those hard times that you are innocent,
Until you choose not to be.
And you are pure until you’ve seen that frightful sight.

Remember that you are free, so…

Fly away butterfly,
Or fly like the wind bullseye,
Whatever speed you want to take,
Just be free and live your life.

Inspiration from S.Y. a faithful friend and D.P. a person in a not so happy mood.

Life?

Thinking is the worst thing to do to nonessential things.

Like popularity,
Who cares if you’re popular,
Nobody smart would ever look up to you,
And you just act stupid just so someone will notice you,

Or how you look,
You have to look perfect or you’ll die, right?
You have to have 100 pairs of clothing so you’ll never repeat clothing.

The truth is that isn’t your life,
Your real life hasn’t even started yet.

Inspiration from Girl in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood

Love

Do you think I could forget it?
Do you think it was all you?
That I didn't want it too.

Do you think when the world collapsed it was only you that felt the pain?
Do you think I could ever forget the savior called you?
The truth is we shared something together,
And we shredded it apart with common sense,
And expectations.

Well the truth is,
Love is all in you,
Without the world to guide you,
It is like walking into a obscure cave,
And not know what to do.

Love is all around you,
And it is different every time.
So follow your heart and not your hands,
And you will get through.

Inspiration from Girl in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood

Poem of Poets

Beautiful and graceful,
Well written and lovely,
What else is to love than
Shakespeare and O. Henry.

Drastic endings in Poe,
Divine love in Shakespeare,
Key morals in Henry,
Never to disappear.

One question: Will they ever?

The Days

Why think Monday is so bad,
When Tuesday just follows.
Why be so excited on Friday,
When Saturday just follows.

But then you’re excited on Saturday,
Because the week is almost over,
But then you realize,
That there is another week following.

If you would like to know what is good in a week,
Then the answer you need is everyday.
You should treat everyday like a whole new one,
With no connection to the past,
And treat it like it’s your last.

Quell yourself with your hiatus called a book,
Or watch a nefarious character in a horror movie.
Everything is a one in a million chance,
Make your day worth what it should be.

Inspiration from Ms.Cramler on http://theneverendingstoryon.blogspot.com/

Bai talk to you guys later

“Where I’m From”

“Where I’m From”
I am from the scattering of places,
the many movings make me who I am.
I am from the cold distant east, the frigid north, and the Peach State,
moist as can be.

I am from silver snow up to your knees,
and chilly weather half the year.
I am from immense amounts of oil,
still to be revealed.
I am from emerald colored trees,
which together create a gigantic taiga.

I am from Magadan, a professor and computer programmer.
I am from Khabarovsk, an elegant schoolteacher.
I am from apple eyes and cinnamon eyes, the perfect pair, reassuring by “Tы это можете сделать!” (“You can do it!”), and exclaiming “Xорошо!” (“Good Job!”)

I am from lazy summer days and cold, snowy winters.
I am from scenic lawns always mint green.
I am from long rows of fruit, waiting to be collected, by people coming from entertaining hayrides.

I am from maple syrup and strawberry colored maple leafs, standing proudly on their own flag.
I am from brutal hockey and graceful figure skating, the main sports in the whole country.
I am from blizzards on November the first, scared from the fears of never seeing another day.
I am from breezy, cool summers, perfect for going to the park and playing with friends.

I am from smooth ice and clean glides.
I am from beautiful spins and jumps, so powerful they take up every ounce of your energy.
I am from the stage light put on me, while the crowd approaches silence.

I am from scorching summer days, feeling miserable from the heat.
I am from the happiness when taking refuge into the house, wondering how to live another day outside.I am from the cool, refreshing nights, perfect for a calming stroll.

I am from teenage years, funny or painful, which to choose?I am from peer pressure, forcing to do what may be either right or wrong, with only yourself to blindly make the decision.I am from thousands of sleepovers, amusing pillow fights and hilarious makeovers.I am from school, learning the right stuff, and on the way looking just right.

I am from a beautifully decorated tree, with a present just right for me.I am from a day of making food, to enjoy very much in the time to come.
I am from the fresh smell of pelemeni boiling over the stove, waiting for me to blissfully enjoy.
I am from dress-up, princesses or Santa’s Granddaughter, only for New Years for that is our tradition.

I am from the fact of life.I am from the good, a makeup from an argument and the happiness of a new start at weddings.
I am from the bad, moving, leaving friends behind and arguments.I am from funerals, mirrors turned around and candles lit among the rooms, for that is one of the many customs we carefully obey.

I am from recent events.I am from the war in Iraq and terrorists.
I am from lost memories, only to be remembered with sadness, like my cat disappearing in the late night, only to be heard by the moon and the stars.
I am from misery, even of the acutest kind.

I am from life passing and going.
I am from the past, present, and future.
I am from everything I have been through, good and bad.and I will be what is yet to be discovered.

Hey!

im just starting so watch for more "stuff".... ill probably post on weekends.... when i have nothing to do..... welll cya!