If My Words Were Beautiful

I wish my words were beautiful
as they flew across the page.
I wish they could change the lives
of people of every age.
I wish people could relate to them
and aspire to be the best
at everything they love
and forget about the rest.
I wish they would be read repeatedly
and memorized by the heart
and whenever someone was hurting
it would be those words they'd start.
I wish I could write that one single line
that could never be forgotten
because those were the words you'd repeat to yourself
when life was perfect and when life was rotten.
I wish my words were scribbled across notebooks
and quoted on profiles.
I wish my words were the reason
for a million smiles.
I wish everything I wrote
was something wondrous and new
but I can't make those pretty words,
no, I'm not as talented as you.




This was inspired by one of my friends. He is an amazing writer and I wish I was half as good as he is. Seriously, the songs he writes are so beautiful and just unbelievable.

Smile :)

And here it comes,
creeping slowly,
beginning as a whisper,
growing to a shout.
Lips spread out,
open a little,
teeth appear,
they get bigger.
Cheeks raise,
dimples appear,
eyes sparkle
as they crinkle on the sides.
A small gap appears,
a black slit,
where a tiny tongue
makes it's appearance.
I wait for this every day,
I search for it in every crowd.
I try to create it with every sentence,
I picture it in every daydream.
Is this was it feels like
to be in Utopia,
where everything is perfect?
Because I swear
I could die happy right now
because I saw your smile.

New Love

And then the chemicals reacted
and the stars aligned
and my heart began racing
and the stars seemed to shine.
I smiled more frequently
and laughed extra loud
I constantly day dreamed
and walked sure and proud.
I closed me eyes wishing
we could be something more
and waited anxiously
for you to walk through the door.
I laughed at all your jokes
and sent glances your way
and I listened intently
to every word you would say.
I dreamed sweet dreams
that you and I would become an us
and prayed that today
you would walk me to my bus.
I know I've said it before
and it's not anything new
but I sweat these feelings
mean that I love you.

A New Home

I know that face
as you tell me to sit down
I've seen it so many times.
On my mother's face
every single year
throughout my whole life.
Moisture fills my eyes
but I hold it back
I'm wrong is what I'm praying.
But words crawl out of your mouth
the most venomous of spiders
speaking the words "You're staying."


4,000 miles of separation,
a 3 hour time difference,
a 6 hour flight.
About to start
the most important years
in the place I hate, dislike.
Not a single goodbye
was I able to speak
to the best of my friends.
So now I have to break the news
on the internet
tell them that now is the end.

And yet here I am,
closed in a box
of emptiness and faux smiles.
Blind to the dreams
I came so very close to
drowning in the waters of complicated trials.

I miss my home.

Neverland

I don't think I ever want to grow up...

I miss the days when we were still carefree.
I miss the days when I could still climb trees.
I miss the days when growing up was far way.
I miss the days when I would still play.
I miss the days when summer was worth looking forward to.
I miss the days when there was always something to do.
I miss the days when I would still see my friends.
I miss the days when the days had no end.
I miss the days when I didn't understand.
I wish I could fly away to Neverland.

A Bubble

This is one of my favorite poems I have ever written :)

They float around
blowing with the wind.
Swirls of rainbows
through the translucent spheres.
Reflections of happy faces
grinning with delight.
Suddenly they are children again
if only for a couple minutes.
An elixir of instant happiness,
smiles in a bottle.
circling around bodies
bobbing up and down.
So easily popped,
yet invincible to sadness.
Fragile, unbreakable,
pointless, meaningful.
A true Kodak moment
as a breath of air
creates such a beautiful moment,
a wondrous thing.
For babies, children,
teens, adults
all joining together
in this common interest.
A bubble.
And then suddenly it's gone
it's disappeared into the unknown.
One second it is flying,
the next it is dead.
A life consisting
of only several seconds.
But a life with a meaning,
a life with a purpose.
Because in those few seconds,
that rainbow ball created a smile
and it made everything good again
if only for a moment.

Stars

Starlight,
star bright,
star making me think at night.
Keeping me up with your soft, warm glow
In far away galazies
completely unknown.
A ball of light
that sparkles each night
winking and grinning, such a beautiful sight.
Granting the wishes
of the people below
showing us a nightly laser light show.
Igniting the dark blue
with white hot glares
although it's nothing new, you can't help but stare.
Uncountable millions
more than you've ever seen
shining so brightly, with their spectacular sheen.
Starlight,
star bright,
this is the reason I love the night.