"Here's To My Youth" Originally Written 9/9/2011

My shoes tell a bigger story than my words,
Cracked shoe seams can tell of sweaty,
Summers,
Feet up against feet at concerts of love,
City walks,
City bus stops,
City buses full of life,
Yes,
These blue chuck taylors,
Can tell you of the newness they once felt,
When,
White socked feet slid into them,
Gave them life out of their rectangular womb,
Can regale stories of nervous paces on dates,
Walking down nature's paths,
And of muddy rainy days,
Days that have worn its white to a dirty tan,
Yes,
These shoes tell a bigger story than my words,
Cause they'll be around as proof of my youth,
Of years spent living care-free,
Being young,
The-art-of-not-caring splattered in the wear,
Of these faded blue converse shoes.

Well, Well, Well.

In the process of getting a new computer. Once I get that sorted out expect more posts!

This is the only way I know how to deal with life

I wish I could take your pain away.
Cliche words spoken when nothing else feels,
Right.
I wish,
I lay in bed letting my dreams make a wish real:
You're smiling, dimples defining your true happiness,
And,
You're making silly jokes for the sake of being silly,
And,
Simplicity has arrived.
Wish, wish, wish.
I could,
But I can't,
All I can do is hold your hands,
Pull you in for supportive hugs,
Let you rest your worry on my chest,
Kiss your forehead,
Be here.
Could, could, could.
Take your pain away,
Make it rain green and off white,
Give you something more than supportive hugs,
And rest
And,
A kiss,
Cause I know how pain cuts deep,
Bleeds til you can't bleed anymore.
I wish I could take your pain away

"It's hard to dream when there's someone signing bills to restrict dreams"

We are fighting with reality,
Placing a case for dreams,
Cause it's all we have pushing us along-
While the politicians keep us poor,
And mother nature throws temper tantrums.

Reality says,
"You dream dream dream while the world is changing,
Dreams are far away,
Dreams won't solve our problems today"
But,
We can't see the light at the end of the tunnel,
Can't grasp an onuce of hope,
Without dreams floating through endless work days,
And,
Five hour sleeps.

We're fighting to make our dreams,
Our desires of lives we deserve,
Through this reality,
So,
We can make these rich dreams our new reality.

Confessions/Thoughts(I think everyone should do this)

From time to time I feel it necessary to post some confessions and thoughts about my life. I try to leave out names but I let all my feelings out or just random thoughts I've been having. So, here are a few of mine. If you stumble upon this blog take some time to do it yourself, might help you feel better.

-Today I decided to flip on the tv and saw Regis and Kelly live from Disney world. It reminded me of my first online encounter with someone. We were young, me 15 and him 16. I laughed out loud because I still have his art work he sent me online, oh young unrealistic puppy love. So I searched him on facebook, as most people do in boredom these days to see that he's married and has a baby on the way. It's strange how a click of a mouse can unleash so much information you thought you'd never expected to learn. Needless to say I'm happy for the guy because he actually taught me a lot, strangely enough.

-I have major issues with people. I don't deal with them unless I have to. I don't make small talk, in fact I loathe small talk, and unless I'm working I won't strike up a conversation. As I sat on the crowded Milwaukee bus swirling through downtown milwaukee I watched people. I watched what they did, how they reacted to things. People-watching, essentially. People don't get up when the bus is crowded and an older woman stumbles on truly to find a seat. People get so agitated when you simply sit next to them on the bus. We aren't a society that thrives on being nice to each other so it's hard for me to want contact with people.

-I still dream of California. I will get back there, asap. I WILL!

Poem: Does it Really Make A Difference if Your Heart Is In Tact?(01/03/11)

Height doesn't matter when you have a vintage smile,
Remisicent of Humphrey Bogart,
Ole' bogie and his million dollar smile,
Toothy yet shy,
Sly yet sweet,
Sweet yet flattering,
The perfect combination of being a man,
And,
Being vulnerable,
Yes,
Height doesn't matter when you have a vintage smile.

Height doesn't matter when you have almond eyes,
Reminds one of the soft brown an almond exudes,
The way it's shape is a pointed oval,
Pops into the mouth with simplicity,
Never overwhelming taste buds,
Yet just the right consistency of salt,
And,
Sweetness,
And,
Crunchiness,
Yes,
Height doesn't matter when your eyes are almonds.

Height doesn't matter when your words shimmer,
Shimmer like the moon's light bouncing off lake michigan,
The way light creates an oil painting in night's darkness,
Even though,
You know you'll never have perfection,
Yes,
Height doesn't matter when your words shimmer.

So,
To those of you who dread being short,
Being too tall,
Read this little poem,
Look deep within your chest past bones and organs,
And you'll see height doesn't matter when you're you

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!