Thursday, October 1, 2009

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.