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Day and Night

What's it all about?

Day and night,

day and night,

over and over again.

The only thing different is the way we decide how we are going to act.

From the heat of the Sun.

Or the cold of the wind.

Nothing has anything to do with the things important to us.

What's it all about when we see people die on the side of the streets just since no one loves them enough to help Them out?

When people are sad we are supposed to be there for them,

but the thing on most of our minds is not feeling sad for them or wanting to help them.

The thing on our mind is how we don't become one of them.

Having to worry about where it would be safe to sleep.

Having to worry if you were going to live another day with safety and having to worry if you have to go hungry for another night is what we think they think about.

But in my mind I wonder if they think anyone even notices them.

Since as we walk by we ignore them like they are nothing.

But they are human beings they could be our cousin to us they are nothing but a ghost of someone who was once like us.



The Lonely Heart

My lonely heart feels nothing but the things other people feel.

The love and excitement that they have for one another.

The way they don't care what the other person thinks.

The way they smile and kiss one another in public.

And as always I'm there waiting for them to get out of the way so I can get to class since I long for the feeling that the others have the privilege to share all the time.

The way I write about love makes me feel as though I've been in love but the closest I ever came was just a simple crush.

But as I see my friends that are closed off like me get a girl,

the way they start to change.

Their cold bitter heart warms up and they smile.

They do the things that they saw being done but they do them and not even care who sees them.

So does this mean my life will always be sitting and longing and waiting for the day when i am finally able to feel this feeling that I long for so very much.

All I know is time will tell and I will be waiting to see if I will die
Or will I write poetry about the feelings that I feel rather than the feelings others feel but in my words.

Only time will tell.




Day by Day

Day by day my life goes on.

Not knowing what the next day will bring but still moving on.

The pain and sorrow may lead to happiness and love.

But the day I'm having today is what makes me glad to be alive.

The smile on peoples face and the tears in their eyes as they look at a majestic sea as the sun slowly sets behind the mountains,

seeing the beautiful art that God has allowed us to see every day and night.

The way when you walk out of your house in the early morning before the Sun rises and you go for a walk and you hear the waves hitting the wet cold sand and the fresh air you breathe in makes you feel like your special.

That no one around you is as happy as you are when you get to be alone,

have some fresh air,

and hear the natural music that we are allowed.

And even when your skin slowly wrinkles and your sight slowly fades the way you feel when you walk down the shore with the hot sand between your toes makes you feel as young as you were as a child.


The Giant Puzzle

When I am confused I don't know what to do.

The world is like a giant puzzle and I don’t know which piece goes where.

In my mind if i just lose one of those pieces then everything will be incomplete.

So i live on not caring and just hoping that i won't lose that piece that can make things or break things and to find out that the pressure i put on myself isn't as important as the things going on in the world.

It wouldn't be my fault for the decisions that others people make,

but deep down inside it fees as though I could have done something to change there mind.

Let them listen to a song that can change the heart of a brutal beast into nothing but a love sick puppy dog,

or let them see the beauty that they might leave behind in a painting or just something not everyone notices.

That’s why I feel it is my fault for the pain and suffering in the world.

One day maybe I will turn this corrupted world into something so great and wonderful you could cry just because of the beauty of the sky,

The smell of a flower,

And the music of the wind hitting the tall dark green grass as the Sun hits it.

That's what the world would be if i just forget about the puzzle and try to help someone make someone else's life great to them since maybe that's how to make the world great just showing each person the beauty of the friendship,

or the love that each human possess.



Why I Like You

When the light hits your face on a never ending light it makes me think of the reasons why I love you.

As your skin glides across mine feeling like silk,

your gentle lips going towards mine and the way I feel after the kiss that I long for makes me think of you.

The way you scream at me when tears run down your face showing me how you have feelings for me.

But no matter how many things you throw at me,

or the words you say to me,

I know I love you.

we always hold each other at midnight when the moon is full when the stars are scattered across the sky telling each other the fears we have.

And you knowing that my fear is that one day I will wake up and you won't be there beside me.



The Door
It’s cold and dark in a place I go to.

The air smells dirty and it feels damp.

I walk through the door and I’m overwhelmed by the warm air hitting my skin,

finding out that there was no door.

I was just dreaming?

How do I know that was a dream?

It felt so real like that place was real but in another world.

I could smell the place on my clothes and my body is still wet from the mist hitting my skin.

Maybe I’m just someone in someone’s dream not knowing if I’m real or not.

Or maybe I am the person who is having the dreams but is stuck in a coma.

The only thing I can do is wait for time to pass by and hope that I am a real person in this world I call home.


Purgatory
I’m lost in the darkness.

It’s so cold and empty it feels as though I’m the last thing on earth,

Where I can’t smell nor hear anything in the world.

The only thing I can feel is my body getting numb and the tears rolling down my face.

The only thing I can do is search and try to find a faint sound that feels so far away.

I try to run towards it and look for it.

But I soon find out that it’s just the sound of my heart beating.

Am I already dead or is this just a cruel joke someone is playing on me.

The only thing that I want is to have this eternal life to finally end so I can feel something other than pain and suffering.



Time
As the world passes by so does day and night.

People having a day they laugh and they cry.

Not knowing if this world will end the next day.

Not knowing when we will die the next day.

The only thing they can do is watch the night pass by and hope the next days not their last.

Slowly seeing their body age.

The wrinkles appearing out of nowhere.

Their hair slowly becoming gray.

And their mind slowly slipping away.

What is my name?

Who are you I ask?

But the only thing I see is the people looking back at me.

Then a kid came up to me and says grandpa,

grandpa what's wrong.

The tears slowly going down his face as he begins tugs my leg.

Then I slowly remember that the days had passed by.

But the problem was I can’t remember what day is today.



Yea i know they suck but i dont care lol