Sorrow dug deep into your flesh,
Tears of acid burning through ur heart,
Complications not known to man,
Fogging up all happiness.

Special Friend

Tears running over my cheeks i run to you.
New guy in my life I've fallen for deeply,
you know first.
My pain, weaknesses, and secrets,
You know them all.

What i keep from my family,
you have always known.
What i dislike about you,
you don't.

I love you with all my heart,
I trust you also.
Tears Running over my cheeks i run to you,
Special Friend.

Crazy About You

I have yet to meet you but i have fallin in love.
I wish to feel your touch, not of the physical aspect but of the mind.
I wish to hear ur words and watch as they caress me.
I have yet o meet you but i have fallin in love.

Can i just hear one more word?
May i take in one more smile,
a smile of yours in which i may not see,
but feel so sincerely.

Please don't forget me,
in which i may not survive.
Please love me as i do you.
I have yet to meet you but i have fallin in love.

She'd say.

In a daze, most would say.
But she'd say in a fog.
Head in the clouds they complain,
but she'd claim it's drowning in the dropless rain.
So fustrating! They scream.
Though she'd say it's just the lightening.
Storms of anger, fustration, maybe hurt.
Winds of tears, threatening to spill over the heart.
Rains of deep breaths, hoping to get over the stress.
That's what she'd say.

Missing out, or growing stronger?

Missing something that is meant to be such a huge part of your life,

Enveloped in the pain that runs deep,

Hidden in your heart,

No,

Your mind,

Or,

Maybe both,

Maybe being lost in feeling the pain isn't the worst it gets,

Is it possible that the resentment felt tward that person, that event,

Makes you stronger in ways that can only be felt after feeling weak,

Feeling lost and without control?

Cry.

Let the tears run, puddle, dry.

As the drout of resentment and anger fades,

You grow with power

Power that can only be used within.

Used within the heart,

No,

The Mind,

Maybe both.

Pressure

The pressure a teenager feels on their first day of school.
No, first day of highschool. Big difference right?
Well easy for us to say when, well, we've been through it already. Why this topic? You may be asking of my blog. Well because, fankly, it is coming to a time where kids all over our country are going back to school.
Not only is a time to scam a bunch of parents out their money for 'popular' clothes, backpacks, and acceseries. Or buying school supplies. But it is a time where a child has grown a year older. Learned a years worth of things more. Changed who they wanted to be, and made stronger opinions on how they saw things.
Though first impressions may be changed, well, seeing it through a teenager's eyes, their first day is (at the time anyways) the most important day of their young lives, and it is our job to present to out young beings that there is so much more and to insure that they are given every opportunity to begin their lives as young adults.

Why Age?

Age is just a number.
Well some are lead to believe.
But with age comes maturity,
Which most have yet to see.

Though I must admit,
There are those few who make the cut.
Into the ways of a model adult by mind,
While body and years
Are left behind.

In the dust.
In the dark.

These young beings with-hold a gift,
That isn't always easily seen.
Life a gift of words or courage,
Or something inbetween.

Age is just a number.
Well some are lead to believe.
But with age comes maturity,
Which most have yet to see.

Sadly....