grateful

be grateful for the littlest things
if they were to go away it would be too late for regret - for sorrow
for any agony at all
be grateful for the littlest things
before they disappear now
hold them close to your heart and wish they never part
cherish them until it is their time to go
'til darkness closes over and embraces them all
botching all life that continues
be grateful for the littlest things
let them rain upon your skin and sink into your pores
let them travel through your system and drive their own way home
let them reside in you and take control until their juices run out and dry
be grateful for whatever you need to be grateful for
pity the ungrateful but do not scorn
be grateful for the littlest things
before time runs down

monster

The face of the monster appears straight in front of me. Its tongue lolling out while bits of drool creeps down the side of its mouth. Green flesh against the darkness yet it is day outside. Beady yellow eyes gleam at me, leading me to a place of the unknown. Its head floats before me, its horns glistening from the rays of the sun creating a rainbow pattern upon my forehead, and yet I do not know why I trail behind, only the sweat of the sun trickles down my back causing me to shiver from the slight breeze that forced its way through the cracks of the broken walls. The face of the monster turns away from me and I am left to stare at the empty hall. Full of light from natural yet artificial light form above and from the sides. Gone are the colors that I once saw and I see nothing but black and white. I turn back slowly from whatever direction the face had gone and see that it is just the same. The same yellow eyes looking at me knowingly. Its expression full of mystery and yet it is familiar. I took the chance to escape as its gaze is captured by a bug flitting through the air. I ran through the never-ending hall, flinching at the crumbling cracks and turn back to see the monster entering doors that lead to the depths of whence it came.
I exit the crumbling hall to be embraced by the crowd.
Become one with the all and yet I am my own person with thoughts of another kind
In a world with the making of my own mind

burden ?

what good am i when i can't lend a hand. what's the point of holding onto a burden when you can share it and have it lightened rather than held deep in your heart filled with resentment that grows with time? what's with beating yourself up and not speaking out when it hurts you even more?
ah. what's with these lame questions that has no answer to?

burdens are to be shared
if not share then they eat you inside out
it shows with time no matter how hard you try and hide
there's no need for any bs about having to burden other people with problems
because that's what they are there for
what's the point in bottling it up inside
when it only hurts even more

[sigh]
the troublesome of it all

to share or to hide
to let it eat you up inside
'til there is nothing left
but emptiness
and onto a path with no return
unless you yearn for the hope
that will set you right

stinkin' bosses!!!

freakin' bosses took the freakin' day off just to go to the freakin' casino!
of all days!!! wasn't even supposed to work on a bloody wednesday until they called me the night before.... =_=ll mother truckers!!!

now i'm up late at night doing my homework. homework i could have been doing on a wednesday afternoon instead of a wednesday night thursday morning.
huzzah

silent stars

see how the stars glisten in the moonlight
the soft sounds of silence
captured by the sleeping ear
tossing and turning but not disturbed

the sun peaks in the distance
but kept at bay by the hands of time
see how the rays of light escape
breaking through
reflecting against each other
pushing
shoving
gently coaxing
intertwining with one another
caressing
yet tickling
to be let through
to shield the stars from unwanted probes

probes of the unnatural eyes
invading spaces that were never seen before
traveling distances without wasting time
to take down the various locations
the new births
the empty holes of nothingness
the exploding stars that shine in the darkness
the darkness in the depths of the black sea
emitting rays to awaken the slumbering ear

ears that coax the eyes that see
to open once again to a new time
time starting slowly but progressing gradually then rapidly
exploding with new information from all around
filled with ground breaking noise
death defying feats
predators and prey
decay of flesh
regenerating slowly or falling off into the ground
leaving trails of dust wherever they fall
encompassing lands of the unknown

cries of joy, pain, pleasure, sadness
enveloping all during a new beginning
shielding no secrets from any senses
mind blowing colors coming from all directions
leaving no prey untouched
scents from different sources attack the nostrils
masking scents of the soiled
masking scents of the unwanted
drenching flesh until eyes water
washing down into the pool of dirtied water
circling slowly down the drain

until time slows to a stand still
night falls
the moon rises and the shield is lifted
exposing all the stars to the natural eye
seeing through space and time
covering all in slumber and silence

slumber

falling into slumber -- darkness
surrounded by light
everything going up but one
floating through time to an unknown destination
wind swirling but never slowing
battling against each other without stopping
caught in the middle
drifting through time and space
witnessing scenes from the unseen
interjecting without words
voiceless shouts calls murmurs
reaching out to embrace
but waking up, grasping air

poetics

to observe is to breathe with the eyes
to write is to capture what i really see
random thoughts at random times
taking sides without a fact
whatever emotion strikes influences the words i breathe
randomly written down or forgotten without thinking
life has its up and downs
but what i breathe seems to remain the same

bloody hell

what a bloody fool i made out of myself.
and all over what exactly?
nothing really if you think about it.
nothing at all if you really look at it.
bloody misunderstandings and hurt feelings
why can't we push them to the side and say how we truly feel?
rather than beating about the bush and speaking in riddles?

why must everything be so difficult when it doesn't have to be?

so cute, i saw this little boy and his father on a motorcycle
kid was hanging on for dear life. haha jk.
at the store the father said "show them how you hang on"
and the kid, shy at first, just hugged the back of his father really tight
=3 so cute XD

meteor shower ='[

how i wish i had to luxury of going to an open space and staring at the sky
[sigh]
if only i can stay up 'til 430 and stare at the skies without a worry