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Magnify The Best- September 05
If I were a tree, I'd love you and never leaf you.
If I were grass, I'd be your one and only stain.
If I were the sky, I'd never cloud your judgement.
If I were a bird, I'd fly to you.
If I were a sidewalk, I'd let you walk all over me.
If I were a door, I'd open my heart to you.
If I were a table, I'd let you lean on me.
If I were a floor, I'd always keep buff.
If I were your feet, I'd let you run away.
If I were your muscles, I'd flex you.
If I were your hands, I'd let you hold mine.
If I were your arms, I'd hug you.
If I were your fingers, I'd put a ring on one.
If I were your ears, I'd let you listen to how i feel.
If I was your smile, I'd make it last forever.
If I were your eyes, I'd let you see right through me.
If I was your mind, I'd let you think about yourself for once.
If I was your heart, I'd magnify the best part of you.

Preconceived Notions-January 05

You say you love me, but you don't.
You say you'll come see me, but you won't.
What is this thing you've held over me?
How could you give me something so deadly?
I tell myself that you're just taking your time.
But deep down I know that you'll never be mine.
I wish that wasn't so because I love you so much.I'm so distraught and my heart is crushed.
I don't know what to believe anymore.
Every time I talk, I feel as if I'm such a bore.
Tell me something true that I've never known.
Give me something magical; something I don't own.
Tell me secrets of your being held inside so deep.
Nothing lay before you now, there's nothing more to keep.
Tell me of your goals and dreams and your lifelong fairytale.
Hold me like you've never held anyone before, and I shall tell you mine as well.
Passion awaits you, why did you leave it?
To good for me also?; that's how you perceive it.

My Coffin-August 05

Tearing me to pieces left and right. Blinding me to things I should see with my sight. I'm starting to think that this has no end. Wondering if my crying shall ever cease. Hoping my mind will feel at ease.Investigating life by every thread. Waking up to days that I always dread. I breathe lightly knowing one day it will stop. lying there I know a new place I'll adopt. One with four walls and a cover on top. Six feet under; rake the dirt on top. Decaying myself to a cloudy grey. Never again seeing the light of day. My flesh will disintegrate off the bone. Sitting still while eternity leaves me alone. Fires of hell will sting my mortal skin. Look at the situation it got me in.Lava will force itself within my veins. Only the power to kill is to gain. The hardening concrete will beat me senseless. Left with an aching pain, I'm breathless.
It stabs at me every chance that it gets. Still it instigates a timeless bet. I'm afraid I'm stuck here forever. This coffin, my fate, is what I shall endeavor.

Ode to 2005- April 05

It's strange how we spend our childhood wishing to be older so we can do what we want to do and make our own decisions. It is even stranger how when we are older we long for our carefree days we had when we were not old enough to drive but old enough to understand that our youth would not last forever. As cliche as it sounds, I wish I knew then what I know now. Even if I could take a step back in time, I would do exactly what I have always done and end up exactly where and how I am now. I would have never imagined at age fourteen that I would feel as much as I do now at age eighteen for these people I have known for most of my childhood life. Why is it that we realize these things only when it is too late to do anything about it? The truth is that we can not do anything about it. Life happens, time passes and before we know it, we awake from this childlike daze where change is non-existent. It is a rude awakening that hits like a ton of bricks. All of a sudden, life seems just too real. Gradually the change is accepted, but it is not fully grasped because it is unknown what we have to sacrifice in order for that change to take place. Playing becomes less and less, and paying becomes almost a second language.When did that moment come when we stopped believing in fairy tales and Santa Claus? It is almost as if we just woke up one day and decided those things would become our past. It was at that moment when we exchanged ourselves in for someone more acceptable in this fast-paced, adult-run world.Though we are still kids at heart, it will never be the same. Even now I can see that my friends are going in different directions than I am going. There will be little room for me in their lives in the future as careers and families take my place. And though it is sad to think about, I know in my heart that the memories we share will live on in whatever we do and wherever we end up. One day I will see a familiar face in a crowded street or come across a picture that is worth a thousand words, and it will bring a million joyful tears to my eyes.Every day we spent together was a memory for the future. And if you ever feel alone, just remember who you used to be. Never lose yourself no matter what happens and never fear the unknown.