Sometimes It Takes One Moment To Realize It's Time To Live

She can take a bad day,
Shake it up,
Flip it right side up,
Work magic with the click of a button,
Spectacular, spectacular!

She can put everything into perspective:
                      Why do people have to die?
                                              And
                       Broken hearts do mend,
                                               And
                       Sometimes all you can do is breathe,
Work wonders in a 4:34 time frame,
Spectacular, spectacular!

She can move hearts with sweet melodies,
And,
Sick beats,
Back-ups for,
Intricate words weaving in and out of notes,
Spectacular, spectacular!

She can send chills down a spine,
Send tears down dry faces,
Cause movements,
And,
Revolutions,
And change.

Spectacular she is, spectacular she'll be!

Don't Weep For The Past Cause' It Aint Weeping For You

Now is the time to let the past go,
For it tends to hold us back from dreams come true,
Hold us back from fairy tales come true,
Tends to push the heart,
The mind too,
Into a frenzy of worries,
Worries of presents repeating pasts,
Yes,
Now is the time to let the past go,
Take that brick off the chest,
Do it now,
Replace it with living for today,
Not yesterday,
Not tomorrow,
Today,
Because now is the time,
While our hearts are still youthful with forgiveness,
And strength,
And slight childhood notions of things working out,
And,
Good people exist,
And,
Love,
Just let it go for the sake of letting go.

Untitled (Originally written 11/30/10)

She holds onto the memories,
Of the first soul who touched hers,
Even if,
She,
Barely grazed his,
Memories,
Of,
Awkward first meeting,
The way he snuck his hand into hers,
Cold fingers mingling with toasty warm ones,
Connections,
And the first kiss,
The way it felt like a scene from a chick flick,
Lips moving towards the others' slowly,
But surely,
An explosion between tongue fights,
Connections,
And the first sensual moment,
The way passion intertwined with modesty,
Both balancing out as Carmel body,
Pressed against,
Cream body,
Smooth like lotion on skin,
Connections,
Even if,
His memories,
Consist of,
Nothing but specs,
A kiss,
Meaningless handholding customary of first dates,
And,
Fucking,
Yes,
She holds onto memories,
Cause,
Memories are all you have,
Once the heart is broken,
Memories of sweet connections are all that remains.

" The Act of Missing is the Art of Moving On"

It's okay to miss me,
Dont cry too much,
For although I'm gone for now my presence comes back,
Like that favorite song that fades but comes back around,
Once you put the cd back in and hear its sweet notes again,
Yes,
It's okay to miss me,
The way I became a crutch for you to lean on,
How many nights I spent keeping your bed warm,
For although I had to leave without warning,
Like a solider being called for duty,
I always come back,
Yes,
It's more than okay to miss me,
Miss you and me,
Miss us,
For just when you pick yourself up and forgive me,
Free yourself of my absence,
I'll be back,
I promise.

"The Eastsiders"

We are late night pizza deliveries,
There for hazy eyed appetites,
Ready to fill the already heavy belly.

We are moonlit beaches,
Reflecting off a black abyss,
An oil painting.

We are city lights,
Neon greens,
Stop, yield, go!

We are the night owls,
Drifting through day,
Waiting for nightfall with sweet anxiety,
Night owls, we are!

Moving On

We were going to see the world together,
Explore the unknown with our hearts guidings us,
Take it all on,
Us.

But while my heart was ready for a sweet adventure,
Even tore down its walls that were built so high,
You were busy guiding your heart down some other path,
With,
Someone else's heart,
You and her.

My heart sank,
As most do when reality sets in,
Wanted to wish the worst on you two,
You and her.

But,
This heart is moving on,
Calling it quits,
Guiding itself in some other direction.

Just think twice,
Think wise,
Before you promise the world,
Only to,
Give dirt.

"One Instant" (Originally Written 9/5/10)

I see couples walkin' by,
Kinda makes me wanna cry,
I know,
I know I'm in a cliche world of barbies an kens,
Happily ever afters,
Silver linings,
But I see the sweet smiles,
Arm in arm interlocking like puzzle pieces,
Eyes gazing into eyes on sidewalks,
Perfection staring at me through workday windows.

I see mothers escorting children,
Scolding them,
Pushing them along in strollers,
Loving them,
Kinda makes me wonder,
Wonder if I'll ever be a part,
A part of couples walkin' by,
The one half of a couple,
So that we can say our "I dos",
Watch baby grow,
Grow,
Grow,
BOOM!
Be born.

I see it all,
Kinda makes me think,
Rethink,
Wonderin' where life is gonna take me.

"To Wait or Not To Wait?" (Originally written 9/2/10)

A year is a long time,
Time spent getting older,
Maybe fatter,
Maybe skinnier,
Hopefully wiser,
A year is a long time.

A year is a long wait,
Time spent waiting for winter to end,
Maybe school to be over,
Maybe school to start,
Or waiting for love to come into the heart,
A year is a long time to wait.

A year,
So many weeks spent making lists,
And promises,
An trying,
To make lists reality,
To keep promises,
A year.

So much in a year,
A year could fill these pages,
A year can take what's broken,
Make it whole again,
So much in a year,
Yes,
But,
You're worth the wait,
So,
I'll wait.

"Beauty" (Originally Written 8/31/10)

The sun goes down over Lake Michigan's deep blue,
A deep blue that fades into an emerald green,
Which mingles with the dirt brown water being washed ashore.

I watch as the three colors blend together,
"LAKE MICHIGAN'S OIL PAINTING", I yell at the top of my lungs,
Wanting to wrap body in their validity tightly,
Wanting to grasp some sort of beauty.

He sits in silence on the rocks, watching me watch the sunset,
Saying sweetly, "Sit down so I can kiss beauty",
Putting out a hand to grab mine, softly.

I take the hand,
Let it guide me to his warm body that towers over me,
Feeling him whisper, "I never thought I'd have beauty in my arms,"
Lips being pressed against my forehead,
Warmth circling us.

I smirk,
Tell him he's "crazy" for saying such non-sense,
Turning my gaze to the lake's oil painting,
Only to find that the colors have dissolved into darkness,
Where did beauty go?

He glides behind me gently,
Hands slide comfortably around waist,
Lips graze neck softly, sending cliche chills down spine,
Whispers, "I could do this forever".

I pull him close,
Trying to make two bodies one,
Stand in silence,
Feeling beauty surge between us,
Two souls enjoying the sweet darkness.

Untitled (Originally Written 08/31/10)

It all feels too good to be true.

Met by chance,

Met by some spark of cliche fate,

Souls collided through words being sent to words,

Text message romance.

I wonder why I fall so fast. My heart falls before my head can catch up to the idea of falling. I try and tell myself  it's because my heart sometimes races faster than my mind processes information. But, still I end up with a broken heart and curiosity stabbing at the broken heart because I know better than that.

I know that the heart really has nothing to do with love or falling in love. I let myself fall for the same kind of person, knowing full well where it will lead and where it's going to end. Still, I wonder why I, and anyone for that matter, allows themselves to "fall" for someone even though everything within them is screaming, "No, don't do it!"

Just a thought. I feel like I'm falling for someone I can have and I'm trying to figure out why I'm even allowing myself to go there again...

(Could be the start of something more, I don't know at this point)