Missing You...

Lying in my bed awake,
The seconds slowly count down
To that unknown day
When I can say
“I’ve missed you!” To your face.

When I can hug you tight
And keep you close
With all my might
Much time will pass
Before I’ll let you loose.

I will look into your eyes
For the fist time in my life
Knowing that I have found
A diamond in the rough.

Tears will be running down my face
From the joy and happiness I will feel
And the world around us will stop
As we savor the precious moment
…together…

The pure happiness I will feel
Will be like nothing I have ever experienced before
And as we leave the building
Walking hand in hand
Our countenance with shine
Like the rising morning sun
We will begin a new chapter together
That will last for the rest of our lives.


But I continue waiting
Allowing those many seconds to pass by
Before I will get to see you
I am just about to cry…

My new daily blog...of sorts

Just so everyone knows, I have decided to keep a current blog as a way to help get rid of my ugly writer's block. Hopefully it will work!

www.simplemeanstoanend.blogspot.com

check it out! ^_^

A Self Realization - and the Pathway to Understanding

I have often thought about the strange feelings of commitment and adoration we as human beings have towards one another.

The fact that a person would give their own life to save another's, based purely on the emotional bond they share, is extraordinary.

No other emotion is so strong, so pure and so real that mortality becomes insignificant in the light of someone else's happiness.

We, as humans, label this unique emotion with the broad tag of love.

It is something fundamentally complex, yet realistically simple.

For centuries the great philosophers and great thinkers of each generation have compared this love to many things; most of which falling under these three categories:

1. Strong
2. Delicate
3. Ever Lasting

But I believe that love is something that doesn't need a fanfare to make it known and it doesn't need money to be shared. Love is something that can be explained with a simple act of trust ~ the act of giving someone your whole heart.

That trust they then hold within themselves is the foundation for their love and commitment to each other.

It is something, that when achieved, is immovable and unalterable.

Until a small crack spreads throughout and shatters the whole.

It is special,

It is unique,

and it should be cherished;

...it is an ever growing process that I have failed...

Asleep...

Gliding,
Sliding,
Abiding in Peace

Driftingly,
Swiftly,
Fleetly release.

This the time
this is the place
where time will stand still
and stops the pace.

Writing...

It runs like blood,
traveling through my veins;
leaking from the pen tip
on the paper leaving stains.

Sentences they form.
Plots they make.
Structure is born.
Characters it creates

Love is made.
Tradgedy's just there.
Comedy is happy.
Contemptness-it tears.

The power it holds,
people are swayed;
Nothing can break it.
Their own thoughts are frayed.

Fiction's the world.
Literal it's not,
but people are lost
and caught up in thought.

"Come back to reality,"
I call and I plead,
but nothing is shown
from my small little dead.

In a fantasy they live
nothing can help it.
They that are lost
can never hope to quit.

Change...

I think of it as needed
I know it will be there
Just waiting unabated
An annoying strand of hair.

It never seems to leave
and it never seems to stay
But waits around the corner
for my life to come its way.

It jumps out unexpected
but always known it is.

Eventually it goes away
leaving you in patterns
but then it comes and shows its face
creating a life that's tattered.

You sew and mend the strands that fall
you do all that you can
to put yourself on track again
and create anew: a plan.

Secrets...

Time is passing
the sun will rise
and that is when
unleashed is the suprise

"The Secret" they call it
deep down it does lie
but eventually it breaks
and decides it will fly

But long before then
does this thing live alone
hidden and protected
in the mind is its home

Waiting for moments
that come and go
to shine and come forth
and henceforth be shown

But hidden it stays
for fear of anger
dismay and disappointment
even from perfect strangers

So long it will live
in the back of the mind
waiting for someone
who in time will find
it hidden inside
waiting just waiting
for its bands to unbind

work is work...sometimes...

I have a job
and proud of it too
but not just busy work
is what I have to do

The people I work with
are some of the best
while serious we try to be
we end up poking fun in jest

I love it a lot
it is such a blessing
rather than just a summer job
leaving me second geussing

So humble I will try to be
but now I will not
I have a great job
that also pays me a lot

But payment is broad
and diverse in its giving
i not only earn money
but help those who are living

Those in need
and those who are not
as equals they come to me
to recieve food they haven't got

The smiles that surface
the thank you's that are said
are perks to the job
that make drama just dead

One shouldn't enjoy working
so much as I do
but hey what the heck
it is what i really love to do

So jealous you all can be
in fun this is meant
and working in my newfound job
is time of mine well spent

All about songs...

I know this is reserved
for my poetry
but I guess I need to branch out
just like a tree

lol

Anyways, I have been tagged for this meme, so I should probably do it.

What is the last song you listened to? 4 Minutes to Save the World

What is the last song you sang? Don't Give Up/ You are Loved ~ Josh Groban

What song frequently gets stuck in your head? Numa Numa...and I don't even know why

How do you listen to music most often (pod, radio, etc)? Microsoft Zune...his name is Gwarff
and I listen to the radio A LOT

American Idol: fantastic show or overrated? Definetly overrated, I think they should get the hint...kind of like Survivor...that after like 25 seasons, you should be done...lol

Tired...

Finals are done
School is over
I wish that I had
A four leaf clover

To wish for some luck
And make things come true
But all that happens
are things I'd rather undo

Like getting a paper route
That's making me tired
I really wish
I hadn't been hired

I wake up at 2
And finish by 5
It's early in themorning
And not worth the drive

I have to keep with it though
Which I deeply regret
But life doesn't come
With a button saying reset

But soon it will end
For that I'll make sure
I need a sleep schedule
So I don't feel sore

My life so travels
Day by Day
Waiting for good things
To come my way