Hate Over Love
We hate one another yet I feel a bit of love for you. I bet you feel it too. You and I hate one another, yet the fire of love still burns bright in the night and also in the day. What was never will be ever again, never. Now I walk alone, guess I was meant to be like this, but now I walk alone. But now that we have gone our separate ways, I know that everything will be alright. It’s just that I can’t walk alone.
If life is hard, death is harder. If I can smile, you can cry. If tears can fall, the sun can shine. If the sun shines, my heart, it can beat with ease, for the tears of the world shall not fall from the sky. If the world can cry, they could smile just as well as anyone could. If the world could smile, then there would be no war. If there was no war, there would be no pain.
If there was no pain, there would be no life. If there was no life, there would be no death.
And that is how it should be just if.
All It Takes Is Time
If the world could only see what we wanted to believe, there would only be pain and suffering. But if the world could see it all just the way it is, we would be the greatest thing of all, and we would be the happiest world of all, the greatest of all. The world so vast, yet one and the same, we all understand each other’s pain. But still we say everything is alright in the end of time. In time wounds heal, scars left behind. But they will heal too. It just takes time for scars to heal, and only time can tell when they’ll heal at all. All it takes is time and a little effort now and anything can happen, you just got to wait around. Cause all it takes is time. Time can heal, but it can also hurt you instead. So be careful what you wish for, or you’ll regret it someday.
Why can we go to war? Because we are who we are. Why am I so alone? Because I am different. Why am I so sad? Because of the rain that falls from the sky, day or night.
Why can’t I have my friends by my side all the time? Because they are far away, all over the world now. Therefore, I stand alone, oh so alone.
Hope or Hopeless?
One kid I know, he can be a real pain. But for all his jokes, I know he likes me too. He maybe full of hope or even is hopeless. But for all he’s worth, he’s always there for me.
He always has been, always will be. If you are like this, you will know you could be full of hope or be hopeless, just try to understand: I don’t care about what you say to me, I will love you anyways and forever more. So don’t be hopeless, you can’t be like me, so don’t you be just like me. If you see me in class, I will be all alone, just the way I want it to be, but you, you come my way, and so don’t you say anything about me. I always sit alone all the time so I can just be me. But you try to sit with me, to stand by me when I’m in need, but you can’t see, what the world does to me. You won’t stand by me unless you will be blamed for it all in the end. Why won’t you stand by me in the end? You are a fool, but I love you all the same, so why don’t you love me too? Why don’t you stand by me? You were always there for me, but now I stand alone. You used to be so full of hope, but now you full of hopelessness.
You were full of love for me, but now the love you felt for me is gone. Even when you and I were together, we always fought. But still I loved you, but now that I walk alone, I can see we weren’t meant to be. Now that we are through, just try to remember me, and I will try to remember you, just the way you used to be. When you used to be so full of hope, so full of hope and love for me, but now you are just a memory.
Love Can Hurt You
Love, the feeling of happiness, of being with someone, of not being alone. That is the feeling I have lost. Instead of being in love, I am without instead. All I wanted was to have someone to be happy for, a shoulder to cry on, someone who understands my pain, now I have no one like that in my life. I am now all alone.
If I Could Fall In Love with You
If I could fall in love, I’d fall in love with you. You are the best thing for me, but still I am afraid for you and me. You hated me, yet I loved you. But you can’t see the love you have for me at all. When will you see the love you have for me? Will you see it at all? Or will you just ignore it? Do you love me at all?
How Can I
How can I find love? How can I find a friend? How can I be a friend? How can I become a saint? How can I believe in a god? How can I be a student? How can I be the teacher? How? Just like this: I can’t find love, it finds me. I can’t find friends, they find me. I can be a friend without trying. I can’t become a saint. I can’t believe in any god I can’t see. I can always be a student. I can’t be the teacher because I’m still being taught.
Art is calming, creative, fun. It’s funky, fast, and cool. Also it’s a form of meditation. But for me it’s like me. Always different, no two pieces are the same. Art is art, it can be anything. Art can be what you want it to be; even poetry is a form of art. Art is part of our life’s work. Look around you. Art is everywhere.
Memories of Me
They say that she is the girl without a flaw, but the girl they know is not the real girl at all. The girl they know is just a memory from the past, a memory from the past that will not last.
When the memory fades, who will I be? What will happen to the girl they used to see, When she is just a memory? Who will I be, what will I do? Will I be free to be myself? Will I remember you? When the memory fades away, who will I see? A group of strangers, Or her friends? When the memory is forgotten, Will my days become a nightmare? Will I be a new person, or will I still be the girl you used to see and trust? The memory can not last, Will not last, and will be lost forever. All my memories will fade away someday, just not today.
The Unknown Danger
They say that she is the girl without a flaw, but the girl they know now is not that girl at all. The girl they knew was just a memory from the past, a memory from the past that did not last. When the memory faded, they could not believe that a Demon had been set free. The girl, who had been such a kind girl, had become a Demon who could destroy the world. The memory from the past had finally disappeared. But when it disappeared, The Demon in her heart reappeared. Now they say that when she is near, “Only creatures of the light are welcome here.” They say that she was once given the name of an angel, a name that was so pure that they thought that she really was an angel. Now she is a fallen angel, a creature of the night. A creature of the night that fears the light, the light that burns her deep inside. They used to say that she was one to please, but now she is the one to flee. Memories are hard to keep and make, and memories are easy to break. Make them, take them, keep them, and break them. What will you do with your memories?
Whoa, oh, oh/ Whoa, oh, oh/ Whoa, oh, oh/ Whoa/ I'm waking up to ash and dust/ I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust/ I'm breathing in the chemicals/ (inhale) (exhale)/ I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus/ This is it, the apocalypse/ Whoa/ I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones/ Enough to make my systems blow/ Welcome to the new age, to the new age/ Welcome to the new age, to the new age/ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive/ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive/ I raise my flags, don my clothes/ It's a revolution, I suppose/ We're painted red to fit right in/ Whoa/ I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus/ This is it, the apocalypse/ Whoa/ I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones/ Enough to make my systems blow/ Welcome to the new age, to the new age/ Welcome to the new age, to the new age/ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive/ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive/ All systems go, the sun hasn't died/ Deep in my bones, straight from inside/ I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones/ Enough to make my systems blow/ Welcome to the new age, to the new age/ Welcome to the new age, to the new age/ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive/ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive.
Poem by Joe Bruchac
Walking at Night with My Son, James
This summer he’s grown to my own height. Our shoulders almost touch as we walk, Flashlights dark, the path through the field. We remember old games, knowing the night by touch, Rather than going, like tightrope walkers, On a thin beam of light from one hand to the earth. The moon is a golden apple sliced in half, By earth’s shadow, glazed by southern clouds. We pause where the meadow grass is highest, Both stopped by the thick smell of Campion blossoms. They’re all around us, my son says, look! Their blossoms are like larger, paler stars, In the sky spread at our feet.