Repetition

You watch the rain drops through your window and you think about yesterday.
You daydream about how things used to be and how they have changed.
Yesterday it was sunny.
Today is rainy.
How could in a matter of hours something change so drastically.
From all sunny, to all rainy.
From all happy, to all sad.
From all good, to all complicated.
Why?
So tears start falling down your eyes.
As they have done days before yesterday.
And you see in your head a little girl.
She's long gone now but you can relate to her.
You still feel like her.
You still have the same heart.
But you are not her anymore.
Reality has hit you that she is long gone,
Just like one day you will be too.
Your stages you look back at,
With a sense of wanting to go back there.
But that road you have already taken,
And you know you will never look back.
You're looking for a way into finding a sunny day again.
And then you finally remember...
There are rainy days and there are sunny days.
But there cannot be rainbows without either.

Youth is wasted on the young

We've got the tools,
And still decide to act like fools.
We have the youth,
And we know the truth.

And still knowing the truth,
We decide to be uncouth.
And we let the world decide for us,
We just enjoy the fuss.

We decide to hide in the shadows,
And forget about the meadows.
About the beautiful,
And stick to what's more colorful.

Not all that shines is gold,
And its nothing but cold.
We focus on the fake,
And then wonder why people hate.

We see everyday,
But we forget to look.
We hear everyday,
But we forget to listen.

Hardheaded small people,
Who think that the world revolves around them.
Who think that the world owes them something,
And then cry when the world starts cutting.

Youth is wasted on the young,
To their inexperience they are clung.
And learn nothing but of themselves,
and book just stay on their shelves.

We all waste time,
And forget about what's prime.
Today is too late to regret,
Life is not a game you can just reset.

Keys

Every single one of them produces a distinct sound,
It can leave anyone astound.
A magical sound is produced,
And in a trance of beauty you're induced.

Impossible to understand the feeling,
You can just feel your heart healing.
You feel like every part in your body starts to feel numb,
And you wonder if you're just being dumb.

You feel as if love you could breathe,
As if from that spot you did not want to leave.
And wounds start healing,
with unresolved things you start dealing.

In a trance of happiness you feel transported,
And you can feel the puzzle is being sorted.
The weight off your shoulders is lightened,
And your day is suddenly brightened.

Inspiration is flowing through your veins,
And you feel the disappearance of all your pains.
The melody keeps singing in your brain,
You start to feel more sane.

Your fingers keep moving,
You just feel as if you were improving.
You feel like they're being more approving,
And all your pains it starts removing.

Time is slowing,
But your fingers keep singing.
You completely forget about tears,
And you start to accept your fears.

Inspiration keeps flowing through your veins,
And tears it starts to rain.
All your pain being washed away,
And you start thinking about the bay.

Slowly the melody disappears,
And again you start to see clear.
Such feeling must be a crime,
But mountains you feel you can climb!

Your fingers slow down,
And time goes back to its own pace.
To reality you are brought back,
Life never gives you slack.

Gun shot

In the past he was an innocent boy.
He was with the wrong people he thought he would enjoy.
At the wrong place he was.
And it was the wrong time to break the laws.

He broke the laws of his mind,
And thought that everything would be fine.
He wanted to fit in,
Thats the excuse he used to give.

Yesterday they sentenced him for life,
Just because he did not think twice.
At the time it all seem right,
And to his conscience he gave a big fight.

In the car he got in with guys who were drunk,
Guys who subjects had flunk.
Guys who had guns,
And who were just in it for the run.

He was too innocent to know,
So he just went with the flow.
And so the boys got the guns to rob a bank,
He always blamed it on how much they drank.

He did not know of their plans,
He was just looking to be one of the gang.
He did not know what was going on,
But now its too late, its all gone.

Today he regrets getting in the car,
And he wishes he did not spend half his life in a bar.
Ironic now he will never be outside bars,
And his decisions are there as permanent scars.






"Tell me who you hang out with, and I will tell you who you are"

Blank inspiration

I sit down and try and write down what's going through my head,
But my pen does not write, enough said.
Its ink is intact but my hand does not move,
My head does not know what to do.

I have everything I need,
But I fail to succeed.
Different colored pens, and papers are laid on my table,
But of no writing I am able.

I am so lost in my own world,
and everything seems curled.
My thoughts are messed,
I feel so stressed!

I used to write pages without thinking,
And now I feel like everything is just sinking.
In a boat where I have no destination,
I need a talent donation.

Its the wrong time,
But its not as sour as lime.
In fact its sweet,
I've never been more on my feet.

I continue to hide,
What I feel inside.
Not willingly but because I have no choice,
I've lost my voice.

I silently scream what I need you to know,
But outside its starting to snow.
I don't feel cold,
And again the pen I hold.

It does not write,
I still think that it might.
But nothing happens and I give up,
Put my pen away and my papers.

Once again I was unable to write what I wanted,
And by what I left unsaid I am haunted.
Thoughts scream at me,
But I ignore them happily.

Its the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you,
But no one's got a clue.
And the one's who can tell are just a few,
But I take a different pen and paper and write something new.

A hit to the soul

You’ve known him for years,

And you’ve gone through so many nights of tears.

You’ve thought about leaving more than once,

But never managed the thought of being gone.

For some reason you think that the last time would be the last,

And in your mind you think it’s all in the past.

He hurt you badly last time,

But you blame yourself for not being sufficiently nice.

In a corner you cry,

Waiting for the next big fight.

You wonder if you’re going to die,

You really just want to fly.

You tell yourself that you will be fine,

And that the last time was the last time.

But you can’t stare at the door too long,

And to distract yourself you start singing a song.

But you remember he doesn’t like when you sing,

And so you shut your mouth quickly and forget blink.

You’re hands are shaking,

As dinner you are making.

His favorite dinner you are preparing,

You’re wondering if things will start changing.

You convince yourself that changes he is making,

And that it’s not all just him faking.

And you hear his footsteps through the door,

Your hearing has become extra sensitive since the time he accidentally pushed you to the floor.

You hear him approaching the kitchen,

And you start moving around like a chicken.

Your eyes start tearing,

And your hands start shaking tremendously.

You drop the pan to the floor,

And you wonder if he will push you out the door.

You burned your hand,

But it isn’t the reason for your tearing.

The pain in your heart is overpowering,

And hysterically you do not stop crying.

You put your burned hand in your mouth,

And beg yourself to please shut up,

He hates it when you cry,

He’s going to get mad.

You know what happens when he gets mad,

And you drop to the floor flat.

Anger you can feel coming in the room,

And to make you feel better you start thinking about the moon.

He raises his hands and dances with you towards the kitchen table,

But you know that of worse turns than this he is capable.

He dances with your body practicing new moves with his fists,

And tears you can’t resist.

You say that he has changed,

And that this dance you deserved.

Pain you feel on your neck,

But you know you deserved the peck.

The dinner was bad and that’s why he got mad,

And to the floor to cry you just fall flat.

Lovingly he grabs onto your neck and whispers in your ear,

How this is all your fault and how you should not fear.

But you don’t back out,

You still are waiting for change and change never comes.

You just stay in your room,

And to make you feel better you keep thinking of the moon.

Your heart hurts and your eyes have not stopped crying,

But you say that he’s hit you again without trying.

Over and over again you go through the events that caused you pain,

And everyday you doubt if you’re still sane.

You shake every single day wondering what excuse he’s going to make,

You just want to run away.

But you think things are going to change,

And again you doubt if you’re still sane.

You crumble into a small ball in your carpet floor,

Just wishing for him not to open the door.

You wonder if he could see you from where he was standing,

And again without further notice his fists in your face are landing.

That was his last beating,

You knew he would never touch you again.

You tell yourself that you are fine,

But your head is more than dizzy this time.

This time your silent screams are heard,

And your neighbors start getting concerned.

They have not seen you in days,

But somehow the bills are still being paid.

He leaves you in the corner,

And you wonder if it’s finally over.

You feel nothing anymore,

But your body is not responding.

You tell your muscles to work,

But this time there’s nothing you can do.

You wonder if someone will find you before its too late,

And you wonder why there is light if it’s not day.

You never spoke up,

You kept your mouth shut.

And today others are doing the same,

Wondering if they are still sane.

They all know what happens when he gets mad,

And they drop to the floor knowing what will happen.

The can feel the same anger coming in the room,

And to make them feel better they start thinking of the moon.

They look at the moon as if it was their last hope of light,

And they forget to put up a fight.

Then it becomes too late,

All because they believed he was part of their fate.

There is never, EVER an excuse for a man to lay hands on a woman. There are millions of women who are being abused of everyday. If you know of anyone who is being abused in any way, speak up; you never know if you are saving someone's life by doing so.

Loving the thought of love

With my eyes I see who I want to see,

This is too perfect not to come with some kind of fee.

He’s sweet and he’s nice,

Different than what you usually can find.

It seems too perfect to be true,

And you start to be unsure.

Signs of a different person appear with time,

But you still convince yourself that everything is going to be just fine.

A transformation occurs in front of your eyes,

But you tell yourself its all lies.

And suddenly his attitude changes,

But no, you still think your hallucinating.

You still want to believe that he’s who you thought he was,

And then you just get hurt when you see he’s not,

You blame yourself for his transformation,

As if you did not have the whole pack of information.

You know he lied to you,

And dumb you feel for falling.

He was never who you thought you saw,

And this completely different image of him I can draw.

You’re already in love,

And you forget to use your brain and think with your heart.

That’s your mistake.

Cuz your heart thinks not of wrong choices you are about to make.

So, you cry

And you beg to see change.

But nothing changes,

And you’re just left with a broken heart.

It was all a lie,

And you try to just feel better by eating pie.

But nothing seems to work,

He’s already a jerk.

He fills you with promises of change,

But you can’t seem to stay.

Your heart is too hurt,

So, you just move away.

Today you’re still the reason why it was over,

And from all the stares you must take cover.

But you know the right thing you have done,

Since if I had to choose to be with that again, I’d prefer to be all alone.

Sometimes you think you know someone, people that have been years in your life at times, and with one single decision they prove you wrong. It’s just terrifying the fact that sometimes we see people how we want to see them and not how they really are. There are millions of people who happen to be double faced and lack personality. These are the scary people in the bunch.

They transform and adapt to what you want or need of them, sometimes becoming our best friends since they are able to agree with our opinions and seem to understand us the best. At times, we just can’t really see beyond what we want to see because we already have become so close to this person.

But eventually true colors shine, and their lack of personality starts to make them vulnerable to being influenced easily sometimes by the worst of things. Think twice before choosing the people who form an important part and make sure that they are authentically who they say they are. Never trust too fast, you will regret it later.