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

Finals...Finally...

Finals, they're called
are one of a kind
they fiddle and faddle
and play with your mind.

They test you on things
you'd rather forget
And when you forget them
you feel much regret

They create much anxiety
frustration and stress
so much that if failed
you are stuck in a mess

But for me they are over
for the most part at least
just government to get past
and then will come peace

My poems...

My poems are simple
their messages short
but meanings are deep
and offer support

I hope that you like them
I work on them long
maybe someday
I will turn them to song

But as I am poor
and am a student
making money
would be rather prudent

But enough of my issues
of them they are many
and none of them worth
the price of a penny

So this I must end
and work I must do
I say bye to you now
and I bid you Adieu

Life...

So my life is fun
my life is wild
I feel as if
I'm a little child

I never know
what the day will bring
but usually it happens
to make me sing

To sing and dance
and frolic about
and say to the world
in a mighty strong shout

That I'm having a good day
Not one that's bad
smiling at people
making them not sad

My face is all shiny
but not from the sun
I smile to smile
just to have fun

But then the day ends
and asleep I must fall
until I awake in the morn'
and repeat again it all

Trees...

I wonder a lot
how life would be
if I lived not on ground
but up in a tree

The branches and brambles
my cupboards they'd be
and leaves and the trunk
my floor I would see

No neighbors I'd have
but the creatures that live there
squirrels, and chipmunks
and their nests made of hair

Life would be simple
I'd enjoy all the silence
not stressing and worrying
about mindless violence

I'd be all alone
but the animals my friends
and live life in harmony
until it did end

But a tree is not home
and it never will be
but sometimes its fun
to climb one and see

Dreaming...

title is empty
my brain is full
the semester is ending
my classes are dull

the stress of my finals
is way to extreme
i want to be lazy
just sit back and dream

dream of a life
that would never be sad
dream of a life
that would make me feel glad

that i live in this world
and have a great life
not one that is crazy
and filled with much strife

but dreaming
just dreaming
i don't quite enough

hoping
just hoping
i can keep up this bluff

The Sun...

Ever shining,
ever burning
shedding light
on our ever turning
world we love
and world we live in.

Slowly rising
slowly setting
ever burning fire

Flames that dance
flames that flicker
making our hopes less dire.

taken for granted when above
and valued more when gone
the ever blazing beauty
shines in our sky

shedding light
and giving life
all the while,
on the fly

From West to East
or East to West
the direction it travels
is far from my guess

It is the most beautiful
when it starts and ends its journey.

Surrounded by colors
of varying shades,
intensities, brightness, in many of ways
The reds and the purples
the clouds lined with gold
As minutes go by
a symphony of color continuously unfolds.

With yellows and oranges,
pinks, reds and marroonns
continue to appear
in the folds of the bloom

The clouds are its petals
the mountains its leaves
its brilliance and beauty is hard to believe

But when it is over
after minutes of awe
you wait for the next one
to replay what you saw.