i've severed the strings
that hold the rest of you down
like big charlie browns
at a thanksgiving day parade.

and now i'm soaring,
higher and higher,
until the atmospheric pressure
pops me like a balloon.

you'd kill to get this high up,
but if you knew what i did
to reach this level of ecstasy,
you might end up insane.

closer

i stare up at the night sky
and imagine the millions of miles
between our galaxy and the next,
our civilization and the next.

how absurdly far apart we are,
such that we'll probably never meet,
never understand each other
or share parts of our lives.

it's then i realize
that you're not that far away,
and unlike the infinite universe,
you are here with me now.

not a burning comet
soaring in endless space,
but a shareholder of my world
that i can't wait to meet.

paintings (edited)

I did this poem a while ago, but fixed some of the rhymes and language to make the meter a bit better.

This is the story about a young couple,
Their love, like all, was tender and supple.
They loved one another as all couples do,
But it's up to you if their love is true.

We begin with the very first day they share,
During which the man was searching with care.
For the poor woman had just lost her watch,
They couldn't find it anywhere - oh what a botch!

And then the second day was not any better,
Even though the man promised he'd love her forever.
For the woman had lost her only job,
And to his condolences, she only mustered a sob.

On the third day, poor fortune struck thrice,
And today her faithful man was so humble and nice.
For the unlucky woman's dog fell and lost its life,
He tended to her heart, torn with sorrow and strife.

The fourth day was ripe with such bitter sorrow,
On this day she cried from the morning 'til the 'morrow.
When the woman learned of her father's passing,
The man tried to comfort her, but was not harassing.

The fifth and final day was by far the worst,
Her man was gone and her heart seemed to burst.
She awakened all alone and with a scare,
Until suddenly she noticed a letter by the stairs.

Her one truly beloved told her to go to the park,
So she did as he said, while moving through the dark.
He said to look for a bench plain in sight,
And by the time she got there, the sun shone bright.

Standing before her were five separate paintings,
And they quickly rid her of all the week's taintings.
Quickly and noticeably, tears filled her eyes,
She started to weep, but these were different cries.

The first painting was of her, in the very same coat,
And in it she was reaching deep, pulling out a note.
She did the same, and made a startled sound,
For in it was her watch, and a note, "Look what I found."

The second painting was of her dear homestead,
And beneath it lay an inscription that read:
"Our love runs deep, encompassing a wide range,
Not even losing a job, can ever that change."

Looking on to the third, was a painting that did show,
A young puppy of one, in a store window.
Attached to the painting, was another note that did say:
"I've left his name for you to choose, that is if you let him stay."

The fourth was a portrait of her father,
But his visage to her, did not seem to bother.
For below his face, were words far apart, saying,
"He has never truly died, he now lives within your heart."

The fifth and final painting was of a woman and a man,
The woman looked at paintings, while the man held out his hand.
In the painting she was slowly turning, looking behind her to see,
Her lover holding in his hand a ring, bent down on one knee.

lost

While lost one day
I remember my childhood,
when if I was lost,
someone would take me home.

Retracing my steps, I walk past houses I'm not allowed to enter.
Dead end after dead end mock me at every turn.
It's starting to darken as streetlamps flicker,
and I stare at the stars - wondering who will take me home.

dear self,

you have a lot to offer,
you can think positively,
you attract good things,
you aren't afraid of failing.

you swim in confidence,
you are most important,
you just need to be yourself,
you don't need to worry.

you hate the butterflies,
you like the unknown,
you love yourself.

which socks today?
purple, orange, or gray?
yellow for a smile,
pink for the style.

red if i'm mad,
blue if i'm sad.
black if i don't care,
oh - which to wear?

white for 'just another day,'
brown to be cliche.
green for 'look at that!'
wait, what about my hat?

you are small.
insignificant.
your problems
are but a single ripple
in the vast lake that is the universe.

you will never have an effect
on planets light years away.
you will die,
like everyone else,
your life ultimately meaning nothing.

so take your worries of today
and let them be washed away
by the tide of enormity
that blankets all things in existence
and serves as our only common thread.

halloween mystery!

more than some

i can run on my own two legs,
and that's more than some.

i can tell people i love them,
and that's more than some.

i can wake up with new goals,
and that's more than some.

i can buy food at a whim,
and that's more than some.

i can live a pain-free day,
and that's more than some.

but if only i loved myself more,
that would be more than most.

bliss

they didn't know why,
at such a young age,
how something like this could happen,
without any warning.

they didn't know why,
life veers this way some times,
putting our heads underwater,
leaving us gasping for air.

they didn't know why,
when they found him lying there,
his face looked so peaceful
and his mouth formed a smile.

the umbrella

it's beginning to rain lightly
onto my college campus.
the trees become heavier
as the sidewalk darkens.

walking below that gray blanket
i come across a girl.
she has on expensive clothes
and her hair is simply immaculate.

it is her umbrella that gets me,
with a little pink handle
and clear plastic cover that surrounds her
all the way down to her waist.

This is a two-hour video that everyone needs to see.

Jesu

Sorry about the hissing sound

redux

a hundred years from now,
it won't matter what i did today.
because the world will keep on going
while i slowly decay.

everything i do right now,
will be forgotten over time.
the only impact i'll have
is right now, in my prime.

it's my only time to love,
laugh and cherish
before the time comes
when we all must perish.

if i could do one thing,
while i'm still whole and real,
i wish i'd finally stand up
and tell you how i feel.

:)

this is the kind of poem
i haven't done in a while,
but writing one now,
i can't help but smile.

a small glimmer of hope
that all will be as it should,
and everything that's inside
will finally be understood.

and even if it's impossible
for things to be that way,
i'm just simply glad
you made me smile today.

寫

hey you,
sit down
and do it.

no excuses,
start now,
stop later.

do it so i
know more
about you.

once upon a time

imagine when you die
you go on a really long vacation
for all eternity
somewhere in the sky.

everyone who has ever lived is there,
well - almost everyone,
and some say pets go there, too,
to this magical place.

your grandparents are there
(but are they still old?)
as is your best friend
(didn't they die young?)

on this vacation you relax,
and spend your days
in pure bliss and joy
without any worries at all.

but without electricity,
what will you do?
how do inventions prosper,
and who invents them?

wouldn't your family annoy you,
if you spent eternity with them?
oh - of course not!
this is a fairy tale, after all!

where there are no diseases
because a powerful unknown force
keeps them at bay....
and no one is ever sad
because a powerful unknown force
keeps everybody happy.....
where you never age a year
because a powerful unknown force
stops all concepts of time....
and you'll wait and wait
while a powerful unknown force
sends your children to this place....
where you don't need science
because you have faith
that everything will be OK in the end.

/warning\ wrong way

it's a lot like walking
up an escalator
the wrong way
for a long time.

you want to reach the top,
but you can't
run for fear of falling
or stop and give it up.

so what are you to do then,
when the top slowly shrinks
and starts to look
further and further away?

stop and wait?
let the top come to you?
continue to fight?
what are you to do then?