If I Could Fly

So I basically just wrote this in a minute (literally) as a comment on one of Christofer Drew of NeverShoutNever!'s pictures on MySpace and I really liked it. I was just trying to make something clever and nice, and I ended up really liking it. I love Christofer so this is kind of dedicated to him :)

If I could fly,
I'd fly to you
and to you I
would aways be true.
I'd stay with you
and dream good dreams
life would be good
there would be no screams.
I would be happy
and sing love songs
I would aways be wrapped
in your strong arms.
If I could fly,
it would be a wonderful thing
but I cannot fly
I do not have wings.

Heaven and Hell

I don't believe in God
this is blunt but this is true.
I did, once upon a time
but not anymore, after what I've been through.
But if you ask me if
I believe in heaven or hell.
I say yes, yes I do
and here is what I tell:

Heaven is a state of mine
you feel when life is right.
When nothing matters anymore
and you have no reason to fight.
When life isn't perfect
but you are still content
with everything that goes on in life
with whatever to you is sent.

But hell, like this, is a state of mind too
when everything is wrong.
When your soul seems to have rotten though
and life seems far too long.
When you wish you could go back and relive your life
and do everything in a different way.
When you don't believe in God anymore
that is hell, I say.

One Little Seed

Just a tiny seed
meaning vertually nothing
so small and innocent
incapable of anything.
But it grows and grows
slowly but steadily
before breaking through the ground
the tiniest of sprouts.
Water and sunshine,
caring and love,
raising this seed up
now becoming a plant.
Seconds, minutes,
hours, days,
months, years,
pass as it grows.
The planter is old
and has forgotten about this plant
that is now a tree
that neighborhood kids play in.
Climbing higher and higher
jumping to the ground
swinging form branches
wrinkled with memories.
So many memories
from so many people
so many childhoods
lived and remembered.
Stories told
to the people to come
all beginning
from one little seed.

Outside

Chirp chirp
chirp chirp
the birds sing.
Telling each other
unknown things.
A soft, cold wind
flows through the air
gently blowing
my dark brown hair.
The grass is green
and flowers grow
small but beautiful
not one bit dull.
the ground is hard
but somehow still soft.
This is a bliss you won't find
in any loft.
The trees are tall
I can't see the tops
the bark is brown
with no signs of moss.
The sun is hot
on my skin
the warmth is so great
it should be a sin.
I am outdoors
and it is great
I want to stay here forever
where there is no hate.

Good Again

I recently started liking someone and whenever a new crush starts, I'm suddenly writing a whirlwind of poems and songs. This is the fifth in less than two days :)

A sigh of love
escapes my lips.
A whispered song
admitting my feelings.
So quiet like
a sleeping mouse.
Unnoticed,
unheard,
unknown.

A poem written
for no one to read.
Filling another page in my notebook,
another addition to my blog.
Like a cough in the night,
it's there, but not heard.
A single strand of hair out of place,
seen by no one, but known by me.

I was living a sad life
completely unknown.
Going months not feeling
the love I feel now.
The hidden glances
through my curtain of hair.
Across the room,
but you don't look back.

And yet when you do,
my whole world is complete.
Everything is good again,
everything is perfect.
And when you don't
a sorrow is felt.
Why didn't you look?
Why don't you care?

And yet no one knows,
not a friend, not you.
Just me alone
feeling these unnamed feelings.
But hearing your voice, seeing your face,
even hearing your name,
is enough to please me
and make my life good again.

Looking

I looked
I saw
a friend
nothing more.
A guys
a boy
a person
I knew.
That was it
that was all
just a friend
at my school.
I looked
and looked
for years
but saw nothing.
And then
one day
I looked
again.
This time
I saw
something more.
And I
fell
in love.