My Teenage Mind

2006-06-24T01:26:00.000-07:00

Table of Contents

2006-06-24T00:35:00.000-07:00

I don’t always take things so seriously. Sometimes I like to just make up stuff and run with it. I find it fun to write about what I ate for breakfast, or about dozing off, or even what someone else may be thinking. The downside of actually trying to be creative is it often isn’t very good. It’s quite hard to sit down and make up feelings or think of something that might be funny. More frequent than not, it’s only funny to me. All in all, I write for me first. What I find good or entertaining may not be at all. I could care less.

My Day

Time passes slowly alone
With my day off and no one home
10 o’clock and I’m up
Pour some coffee in my cup
Take a shower at 10:30
Sometimes I wake up feeling dirty
Out at 11 watch some TV
In my drawers, who’s gonna see?
Noontime, Springer’s on
1 o’clock, get my eat on
2 o’clock, feeling tired
Drink more coffee, now I’m wired
2:30, knock at the door
Got company, stays till 4
Need a drink, almost 5
Got fifty cents, need a dime
Around 5:30, fell asleep
Woke up at 7 to a ring
My cell’s going off, who is this
An “I Love You” voicemail from someone I miss
I call her back; 7:30’s the time
Real, real hungry, but I ain’t buying
Eat some Ramen at around 8
With a sandwich on a paper plate
9 o’clock I got a call
Friend from school wants to play ball
Not at no 9, he must be crazy
Don’t he know it’s dark and I’m lazy
9:30, two-way page
An e-mail saying, “Meet me at the place”
Delete the message, leaving at 10:30
Get dressed and gone in a hurry
Back home, around 2 or 3:10
Go to sleep, that’s how my day went

Old Age

My son suggested I do something
To find a better way to un-wind
Pottery class, before my meds, gets me goin’
Especially when some of the pills aren’t even mine
The queen of England did my hair today
She was, oh, so nice
I wanted it dyed brown, but it turned blue
Uh, nurse, may I have some ice?
My little girl comes and visits me
Although I don’t remember ever giving birth
She’s three years old now, or maybe nine
When I had her, it must have really hurt
Sometimes I talk to my friend
They say her name is Imaginary, we talk all the time
She told everyone else her name
But not me; even though I told her mine
We like to mix things up sometimes
Like speeding up the record player during aerobics
It’s funny to see Sunny, Cecil, and Mortimer
Do fast toe-touches for kicks
My nurse Jenny treats me so well
She calls me Mother and I don’t know why
I only have one daughter, her name is Jenny too!
But she doesn’t visit, she never comes by
Did I mention I met the Queen?
She told me to do some writing
Then something about meds, I don’t know
Where’d she go?
I really think she’s hiding.

Boredom

Never ending boredom plagues my life
Nothing ever to do is the cause of my strife
The weather restricts me from any activity
Which drives my attitude to negativity
I can’t keep money in my wallet
Because anything I wanted before, I bought it
My girlfriend left, she now has things to do
If I was dating some one older I would too
School takes a large part of my day
Work gives me money, but I have bills to pay
Television seems to be my new best friend
Hopefully some time soon that will come to an end
Life isn’t fun when you’re bored all the time
But I’m pretty sure I’ll be just fine

Bored

Nothing to do on a sunny day
Trapped inside from Seattle rain
Warm glowing sun halted by walls
Roof protects from cold rainfall
Too tired, too lazy to even get up
Too cold, too wet; the rain won’t let up
Blue skies, fluffy clouds, and birds free to chirp and fly
Wind blows, dark clouds, birds stay inside
Bored to death with nothing to do
Bored to death with nothing to do

Can’t Sleep

My mind is clouded with random thoughts
Most meaningless and others won’t stop
Can’t sleep at all, hard to even close my eyes
Too many things to be done, so very little time
Tired during the day, wide-awake in the night
Nothing feels comfortable; bed, couch, floor
Can’t deal with the noise; pets, appliances, people snore
My blanket just isn’t warm enough
Can’t remember if I turned up my alarm enough
My pillow ain’t soft no more, feathers coming out
Ran to get some cough syrup to find we’re running out
Maybe if I just relax it’ll be ok
Just sit here writing the night away
Can’t keep my eyes open, breaths getting deep
I think-
I’m-
Going-
To…

Last One

What happens when
There are no more thoughts left in my pen
When my mind is blank
And I just can’t think
Words don’t make sense anymore
Its like I’ve never written anything before
Like stories told from a four year old
I don’t know if I could write anymore
I don’t know if its writer’s block
Or the inspiration has stopped...

Pain

2006-06-24T00:18:00.000-07:00

When you find someone that completes you, there is no imagining what life would be like without them. Then it ends.

Whether it is a mutual break-up, an ugly break up, or you drifted apart; it still hurts. Not like a stubbed toe or a scraped knee like when you were younger, this is a whole new pain. Now you are incomplete. You are missing something, or someone. Not necessarily the better half, but half nonetheless. After a while the pain goes away and you become whole on your own. But until then, it just hurts.

Without You

Let’s put our differences aside and find a common love
I even forget what the reason for us fighting was
We shouldn’t fight over the little things
You don’t know how much you mean to me
Can’t we meet halfway so we agree?
And we can live together happily
I apologize for my wrong that I want to make right
I am blind without you, from you I have sight
I am deaf without you, from you I hear right
I can’t breathe without you, from you I get air
I’m not needed without you, for you I am there
We can’t afford to lose each other
You are my friend and you are my lover

Cold

Cold chilling face of an icey stare
A fatal glare like nothing’s there
No care for fright or despair
Not afraid to dare to strip a soul bare
A sudden scare and not play fair
Or pay fare when change is needed
Failure is only for the weak and defeated
No matter how many times it’s often repeated
My thoughtful warnings are never heeded
Never treated like an independent
Only takes a word or two if you meant it
A compliment would be nice if you could lend it
Or a thank you card if you could send it

Too Much Space

A burned indentation of good times
An ongoing notion of jealousy of what’s mine
Vultures ready to strike when moments of vulnerability appear
Denials and rejections is all they hear
A strong trust shared between two individual people
Believing as if souls were see-through
Acknowledging all that is present and all that is not
Two much space and not enough time, that’s all we got

You, Me, and Us

I would have died for you
I won’t even lie to you
Now I know what’s inside of you
I wouldn’t even say hi to you
As a person you disgust me
I hate you, you can trust me
Forgetting you is a must for me
I know you still lust for me
You didn’t care about us
You were happier without us
You always doubted us
You always took that route with us.

Take It Back

Why did I leave her for you?
Now I know you really aren’t all that good
You’re worse than me and now I see
I did it to her and now you do it to me
The sex was great but I guess that’s all you had
I hope she’ll take me back for doing her bad

I trusted you and even moved in with you
You kicked me out when you found someone else for you
Now I’m stuck and have no place to go
If I call her I hope to God she’ll show
I should have known, I wish I had seen
That unlike you, she will always be there for me

I blew it now; she came but did not say a word
I never thought I would be the one getting hurt
To see the emptiness in her eyes when she was driving
Let me know that without her I won’t survive
I did this for you and I hope you’re glad
Just remember it’ll come back ten times as bad.

You

You’d think I’d be mad, but I’m not
Things don’t faze me anymore
What happened was a mistake and you shouldn’t have gotten caught
How could this be the same person I used to adore?
You think you’re slick, and quick to deceive
You weren’t fooling anyone but yourself
Why do you think your lies I would believe?
Soon you’ll be by yourself
When I look in your eyes, I see right through you
I know you better than anyone
Everything you said has proved to be untrue
And I’m telling everyone
Now you lost me and don’t even know
You think you’re the only one who plays?
A relationship that I thought would grow
Have now numbered its days
As I sit back and think about what I’ve done
I still wonder how it could be
Who knew I was the one
And she was saying this to me.

Random Thoughts

Random thoughts of a lonely soul on the brink of depression
Translated from a clouded mind to ink impression
Undying love reeks from the aura of a punished man
To see and change the ways, show who I really am
A false projection of unfair behavior bestowed on a queen
For her to endure and not know the means
To forgive is a true sign of unconditional, eternal love
Rejoining a sacred bond between a fallen angel
And a heavenly dove

Replaceable

Together forever, as the saying goes
Nothing is forever, as everyone knows
Love for a girl only lasts a moment
I should have known it

Love for a woman is always consistent
How did I miss it?

You can commit to a work of art
But not the owner of your heart
Love is concrete, but the lover is temporary
When the lover is dead, which do you bury?
When the lover leaves, which do you think of?
When the lover is present, which do you enjoy more?
You miss the love more than you miss the lover
The person you can replace, the love is like no other

I’m Ok With It

It has been some time since I have known happiness,
Long days turn to longer nights alone and sad
Yearning for a hug or kiss from a lost love
But at the same time wanting to be alone, by myself.
I finally have time to think,
Let my mind run free;
No limit to my abilities,
No restrictions on my learning
I have the freedom and also the suppression of single life
An empty void left by a cold heart of which I adored
Whom I cherished
But took advantage
Wishing to reunite but also wishing to never see again,
My mind says never, but my heart says why not
Her hands can not be washed of this nor myself be cleansed
Two souls who were meant to be together
And can’t stand each other
Life goes on,
Someone else will make me happy again

Lost Love

emptiness of a lost love
felt forever within a lost soul,
must not turn around but keep progressing
to once again feel whole.

new love or companionship lies ahead,
another person to see, another person to care,
one who appreciates and enjoys the company,
never takes for granted, never would dare.

temporary fulfillment or instant gratification
to make it through the fog,
a different experience to live and learn from
or to choke and cough in the smog.

on any given moment, an image appears,
try to fight it off but never successful,
think of other things to move on, keep growing,
moving on is easy, letting go is stressful.

Time Heals

Time heals all wounds
But how much time? Exactly how long?
Days turn to weeks, weeks into months
Does it matter if the feelings were weak or if they were strong?
When wounds do heal
Is it gone forever or does it leave a scar?
Will you forgive and forget?
Or will it bother you, no matter how near, how far?
Questions with no answers, answers without questions
Who is to know, who is to tell
Pride and ego stand in the way of happiness or sorrow
Is it possible for the other to feel the same as well?

I Wonder

As I sit there staring into the sky
I wonder if you think about the same things as I
Do you reminisce when familiar songs play?
Have you ever sat still and thought of what I did today
Like I do;
It’s sad, I know, but it’s so true
No matter how bad we thought it was, we had us
Apart we were nothing, being together was a must
But things are better this way
Anyways, that’s how the saying goes
Who actually said it no one knows
Who ever said it has never felt like this
I always dream about you, but for you I don’t wish
Do you think the same things or is it just me
Has it been a long spring or is it just me
Not a second goes by that I don’t wonder what you’re doing
Do you do what I do; are you achieving the goals you’re pursuing?
You know, I think it’s just me.

Love

2006-06-23T23:49:00.000-07:00

Is there such a thing as true love? How could you love one person more or less than the person before? Can you honestly say, “I love you like I’ve loved no one else,” or is all love the same and it depends on the special someone? If there is a love that can be called true, that must mean there is a love that is just love. Where would you draw the line to decide which is which, or is it something you wouldn’t dare think of. Love cannot be defined or compared by one person, or even ten. Everyone has their own view on the subject and few are alike. To one person it may mean you would die for the one you love. To another it could mean someone you just more than like. That is the difficult part of love, finding someone who has the closest definition to yours, someone who understands and expects most of, if not all of, the same things. Not a perfect match, but a match you are willing to explore.

First Love

First love is a beautiful thing
It is the first time you find someone you can’t be without
The first time you feel strong emotions for another person
The first person you would do anything for, without a doubt
It can never be duplicated or imitated
It is the purest love, sacred in a sense
Your eyes are open to a whole new world
But your heart is open for hurt at your expense
You think you know, but you have no idea
What real love is and how powerful it is
In your mind you believe this is the love of your life
Having no clue about the different people and love experiences
There is always that one chance which we all hold on to
That this person is in fact the one for you
To grow up, grow old, and live life with
We should be so fortunate to find that to be true
First love is always ended, abandoned, but not forgotten
Always thought about throughout your life
Thinking if you ever met up with this person down the road
Would it be a simple hi, or could sparks still fly

Angel (A Tribute To Sunshine)

She walks with grace
Subtle but noticeable
Through the paths of life
Down the trails of living
She is beauty
The complete definition
Begins with her name
And ends with her picture
She is what I want
Not need, in a sense
Knowing that no one needs anyone
But she is whom I want
She is the perfect woman
Beautiful flowing hair, heavenly body
Soul piercing eyes; soft, sweet voice
I lose my breath when she walks by
She doesn’t notice anyone
Or does she?
Does she notice me?
Admiring an angel

Secret

I’ll believe it when I see it
And if I see it, please believe
I’ll be the first to say it’s true
That I’m secretly admiring you

Right now I’m not too sure
If I were sure, I would know by now
For not knowing I feel like a fool
That I’m secretly admiring you

But I think I am
Or I know I am, I think
What would you do?

If you only knew

I was secretly admiring you

Precious Flower

Precious flower
Sought after and cherished
Without such flowers
Life on earth would perish
Most men are unworthy
To even glance at something so amazing
They try to approach
But their efforts are just wasted
Perfect in every way
Is this flower I see
Beautiful petals, scent so sweet
Sacred nectar untouched by bees
To own this flower would bring me joy
But the risk is too high
When cut from the soil that was once called home
The flower would eventually wilt and die
A visit every now and then will do
It’ll be all mine someday, I wish
I will have it all to myself, no other
And I can finally give it a kiss

One Day

One day is all I need to make you see
That you will never meet a man quite like me
I’ll do things that no one has done
Out of all the women, I’ll make you feel like the only one
Let you know how special you are
Precious as a flower, unique as a shooting star
I’ll make sure you never forget my name
If you seem too happy, I am to blame

Get To Know You

Is there a chance I can get to know you?
Find something about you
Laugh and have a good time with you
Nothing more and nothing less
I hope for more though, I must confess
For you make me curious about you
Make me want to write a poem about you
And I don’t even know you
Don’t know what you’re about or what you go through
But something about you makes me this way
Makes my voice change, forget what I want to say

So Deeply

I love you so deeply
I love you so much
I love the sound of your voice
And the way that we touch
I love your warm smile
And your kind, thoughtful ways
I love the joy that you bring
To my life everyday
I love you today
As I did from the start
And I’ll love you forever
With all of my heart

Beauty

Fields of flowers don’t match your beauty
The moon and stars don’t match your glow
A unique object of my attraction
The reason why, I just don’t know
A queen in your own right
To her majesty, I am her loyal subject
Mesmerized by a kind smile
For happiness, you are my outlet
An amazing person you are
You may not know it quite yet
I want to be the one to show you
For you, my sights are set

Deja Vu

Having that feeling again
And multiplying it by ten
The feeling of new love is unexplainable
Where do I begin?
Knowing what to expect and what to look for
Prepares you for everything
Learning some one new
Getting ready for anything
Another experience to add
To a life-long quest
This could be the one, but then again
There can always be a next
From the last love till now
There have been ones in between
No strong feelings, no kind of commitment
But that’s over for now; it’s just her and me
I’ll take what I’ve learned and make this better
Memories to make, chapters of history to write
Know what to look out for and learn
More love and fewer fights
I hate to say it, but this probably won’t be the last
I hope it is, but I know it won’t
Just another chance to feel new love again
Have fun while it lasts, or learn if I don’t

He Doesn’t

He doesn’t appreciate you like he should
Like I could
Like I would
He isn’t good enough to hold you down
Like I am
Because I can
He doesn’t really even treat you right
He ain’t right
You know I’m right
He doesn’t know you as well as he’s supposed to
Not a good choice for you
Let me get close to you
When was the last time he made you smile?
It wouldn’t have been a while
If you had my number to dial
He wouldn’t care if you left him
Don’t try to protect him
It would be worse if you kept him

How

How do I say I want you in my life?
How do I say someday you’ll be my wife?
How do I say you are my everything?
How do I say being with you is like a dream?

How can I show you how much I care?
How can I show you I will forever be there?
How can I show you I long for your touch?
How can I show you I want you so much?

How will you know my feelings for you?
How will you know my feelings are true?
How will you know if I don’t tell you?
How will you know that I love you?

Life

2006-06-23T22:57:00.000-07:00

Most people don’t seem to think a teenager understands life or the things in it. Why is that? Some young people live more in sixteen years than people in their thirties and forties. Just like everyone else, we have seen our family members go to war. We have seen our friends suffer from drugs. Some of us have been abused in one way or another. We are early parents, failures in school, and even have our own way of relationships. Yet, we have “no idea” how hard life is.

Bring A Coat

Clear skies on a sunny day
Still a rain cloud follows me
The sun shines rays of light and happiness to all
As puddles form below me
A cool breeze softens the heat
But not enough to dampen spirits
A cold gust freezes my body
I welcome it; others fear it
I know the weather gets bad sometimes
Better early than late
Sunny days will come for me
All I have to do is wait
The next time it rains for everyone
They will suffer the most
While they freeze and cry, I learn from my mistakes
This time I’ll bring a coat

Suicidal Sarah

Sarah was always by herself.
Even though she had friends on her right and left.
She felt isolated even in a crowd.
No one knew then. They all know now.
Sarah wasn’t treated right when she was young.
Her father had his mind set on a son.
Disappointed with what he had,
He didn’t even acknowledge himself as her dad.
Later on, it became hard to face.
The fact her dad was touching her in the wrong place.
This went on into her teenage years.
She had no one to turn to except a bottle and fear.
When that didn’t do, she turned to drugs.
Which led to her association with neighborhood thugs.
She gave her body up for them to have fun.
In exchange, they taught her about a gun.
Three beatings and an abortion later.
Nothing else could happen that could even faze her.
Drunk, high, and dead inside.
Out of places to run, and nowhere else to hide.
The next time her father crept in her room,
And assured her it would all be over soon,
She put a loaded weapon to his brain,
Then to herself to ease the pain.
No one ever noticed Sarah was so sad.
Except for the friends she didn’t know she had.
But now her soul is safe and at peace.
And all the hurt she felt has now ceased.

Fear

Fear
Four letters, one word
Scares men, frightens girls
All in the mind
Most not real
To overcome a fear
To ignore what you feel
Fear of an experience
You don’t want to partake
Scared of whatever consequences
It might make
Fear of harm
To come to one’s self
Fear of harm with no one to help
Fear of a first
And fear of a last
A blind situation
Over with too fast
“Nothing to fear…” you know the rest
Fear is what you make it, so make it the best

I Can Do It

Dreams that are beyond reach
Hopes that become reality
Hard work and patience leave wishes within grasp
Strength of the heart, strength of the mentality

What does not kill us, makes us stronger
What does not happen, makes us wait longer
Steady mind and steady soul move forward
Milestones and feats slowly conquered

Visions of success and triumph frequent
Sweat drips from thoughts of failure
Unsure of what to expect next
Positive progress is the only cure.

A Letter

Black ink running on a four-page letter
Written feelings fragile like a feather
Teardrops on the paper like Washington weather
Kind words, but not feeling any better

I’m a simple man that likes simple things
Gifts don’t bring what love brings
And girls don’t sing songs that birds sing
Or dream dreams that I dream

Lately my appetite ain’t acting right
Get along with all, but with myself I fight
What I need right now is no where in sight
A sign, or anything, would be nice

Prepared

A lot of people don’t see what I see
Is everyone dirty or am I just too clean
To error is to be human, everyone makes mistakes
Forgive and forget, is that so hard of a promise to make
It’s real fake
People act like they care but they really don’t
They think about themselves to get what they want and you think they won’t
It’s very hard to find someone you can actually trust
To be a close friend, to love before lust
But first you must
See the good in all
Wait, no, see they are no good at all
Make a first impression before one can be made
Prepare for the worst and let the foundation be laid
That blindside hit always leaves a mark
Don’t see it coming, just lost in the dark
When it happens the first time, you know better the next
You realize the mistake you made with the opposite sex
What goes around comes around, but ten times as bad
Keep that in mind when for yourself you feel sad.

Boy To A Man

Being a boy to becoming a man
Long journey, no patience, and responsibility
On ones own
Hard work, loneliness, struggle for stability
Starting a new life
New home, new friends, new things
Make it worth living
Stuff to do, socialize, and spread wings
Better yourself
Workout, new look, learn more
Make more money
Good job, save money, give more
Be yourself, watch yourself, and handle yourself

Fate

a quest for Meaning,
meaning of Life,
purpose of Life,
reason for Life,
what controls Life?
Fate.
oh, the many wonders of Fate,
but who controls Fate?
God?
She might, if She has a sense of humor.

Fate plays with us.
It leads us to believe one thing,
but It always has something else in store.
Fate is always questioned, but Fate never answers.
if God doesn’t control Fate, are They partners?
do They work together in harmony?
or do They compete with each other?
if God is doing the good deeds,
then is Fate responsible for the misleads and surprises?
or is it reversed?
we are at constant battle with Fate,
or maybe it’s just me.

Days Turned To Months

Days turned to months
But still I stay strong
My life has gone forward
But still I hold on?
But all of it’s gone!
Why do I continue to sing
The same old song
That’s been sung before
I am sad nevermore
“Quote the raven”
And I see
My soul needs saving
I think fate’s misbehaving
I think fate’s insinuating
That something’s not right
Not right to be hating

Caving In

Days turn to months
And months into years
Smiles turn into frowns
And frowns into tears
Deeper and deeper I go
I’m trapped in
Unstable walls like unstable me
Are about to cave in

Gone Wrong

Too many times things have gone wrong
Not enough times things have gone right
Always had fun and interesting days
But cold and quiet nights
Sunny days have come again
And finally now they’re here to stay
I know what I need and I know what I want
And how to get it without giving my soul away
I can’t be who I’m not
I can only be who I am
Even sometimes I hate myself
But I always do what I can

Imprints in the Sand

Rolling waves on a vacant shore
Blue skies, bright sun, many birds soar
A warm breeze ruffles the leaves on palm trees
Plays the shells like piano keys and blows the sand off my feet
Deep thoughts of life float in the air
Alone on the beach but at the same time not really there
Morning turns to afternoon, and the afternoon turns to night
By myself with no one in sight
Steps towards the water where the end will begin
Imprints in the sand are left from someone never seen again

This Is Hard

Life is hard; no one said it would be easy
Too much work, not enough play, life doesn’t please me
I’ve heard it gets better with age and patients are due
I’ve also been told to enjoy it while I’m young, but which is true?
Struggle in school and work, struggle with money and bills
Life is full of nothing but slips and spills
Is it worth it? Definitely it is!
Life isn’t worth ending over problems that exist
You think you got it bad; there is always someone worse off
You think you got it good; there is always a problem to solve
Take life as it comes and treat it like a test
Learn from every experience and be smarter than the rest
When you look up and ask, “Why this?” and “Why that?”
Don’t be surprised if you get no answer back
Things happen for a reason; that you have to accept
If nothing but bad happens, there is nothing but good left.

Abused

Like ink to paper, you absorb all abuse
You wash your hands but never cleanse the truth
What’s the use?
You think you deserve these beatings
Just because your boyfriend thinks you’re cheating
Jumping to conclusions like squares in hopscotch
Hitting you as your children watch
I’m telling you now just as I’ll tell you again
Your friends don’t care because he’s cheating with them
He knows exactly where your cash is
No matter where you hide it, he always finds where the stash is
Did you know you’re just the “other” woman?
And he spends your money on another woman
A much younger woman
A teenage mother woman
You’re in this blindfolded and too scared to take it off
You know you should leave but too scared to break it off
Come with me, I’ll show you a better way
It’s your choice; you know you shouldn’t stay

To My Unborn

There’s nothing I can do to erase the past
We did what we had to do, you wouldn’t understand
I know the chance was never yours to take
But please believe it was the hardest choice to make
It wasn’t all her, I had some say
Very little, but what am I supposed to say?
“Keep it, we’ll be ok.” or “We can manage, I know we can.”
And lie to her face like I’m not a real man
Responsibility wasn’t taken like it should have been
She cried every night for you but it was too late then
I waited too long to change my mind, I wanted you to stay
Fear is a scary thing, not knowing what comes your way
Every day I wish you were here
June is almost here, you would be a year
She had final say and we regret all the time
That you’re not here with us to be hers or mine
I can’t tell you how sorry I am
I can only apologize for being a man
For being unsure and being afraid
For being scared and trying to change fate
I learn from my mistakes and able to maintain
I promise you it will never happen again.

Mistake

Missing part
Jealous me
Can’t take back
History
If I could change
A decision we made
The game of Life
Would be differently played
A growing seed
Abruptly stopped
A mouth to feed
Idea dropped
Little remorse
A lot of regret
Flesh of my flesh
Never forget

The End Is Here

The end is near
When it snows in the spring and burns in winter
Should we fear
That soon we won’t be here?
When disease is rampant and still growing
Are we to give up hope
And turn to our prayers to find a way to cope?
Find a way to stay afloat?
When love means nothing and selfishness shows true
What are we to do?
But to prepare for the worst
A day will come when there are no cars
Just long lines led by a black hearse
Will a crowd even care to disperse
When gunshots are heard?
Or will it all be seen
Through the urgency of my words
And be they as powerful
As kings once were

It’s Over

Existing has ended
There cannot be life without death
Taking breath after breath
Until there is none left
Mind and heart feeling faint
Eyes failing to see before me
Darkness everywhere, people screaming
Someone please, get help for me
This is it
My life has passed before my eyes, so this must be the end
This is what I feared for so long
This is where the hurting stops and freedom begins

The Next Day

Tomorrow is another day
To start over what I did today
To make things right from mistakes I made
Or forget them as I did yesterday
Tomorrow will be better
If not then, the day after
And turn the tears of sadness
To the joyous tears of laughter
Tomorrow is my turn to do whatever
To make the day mine and relax
And get what I need to do, done
I would very much like that

Introduction

2006-06-23T22:42:00.000-07:00

This is a collection of poems that I’ve written in my teenage years. During these years I began writing down my thoughts and ideas in forms of playful little rhymes. Mostly they were just to burn time between class assignments, but soon turned to consume my free time. I wrote and wrote and wrote, but hardly let anyone read my writings. Every now and then someone would discover my writing or stumble upon my notebook and ask to read.

My poems struck some cords in people, but in a good way. I made a girl cry one time when she read a poem she asked me to write for her. That kind of threw me off a little bit. She tried to deny it, but when there are tear drops on the paper, it’s hard to say otherwise. I reluctantly read some poems in a poetry class I took in college. It blew some people away, although they could have just been being nice.

I was looking through my poems recently and I thought I would put together a book. From the hundreds of poems I’ve jotted down, I selected the ones I thought were meaningful and some that were just creative (which weren’t many). I hope this collection will give an insight on what a boy turning into a man is thinking and feeling about his life and the world around him. Enjoy.

My Teenage Mind

...and a little fun

Pain

Love

Life

Introduction