Switching it up

What makes the sky blue?
How do birds stay in the air?
You never know why?

Do good things really come to those who wait?
Or does fortune just occur while we sit at the gate?
Even though we do good deeds, hoping for good returns,
Still we never know exactly what the heart yearns.

The seemingly unrelated are often connected.
How can you grasp reality while you're infected.
Instead of accepting the truth you run and hide,
Satiated by the knowledge that you still have your pride.

How much truth does the future hold?
An ounce, a pound, or measures untold?
Perhaps we will never calm those that have wept.
Potentially those we ourselves have left unkept.
Energy running through our minds and bodies,
Never let us forget the hope wishing embodies.

New Beginning

It's been one week.
One week since it happened.
One week since I cried.
One week since I died.
One week of pain and sorrow.
One week of questioning me.

Now it starts again.
Another week, another song.
Another week, another story.
Another week, another chance.
Another week, one more life.
Another week, for something new.

Never give up hope.
Let it show you how to live.
Let it show you how to laugh.
Let it show you how to see.
Let it show you why you're here.
Let it show you this is real.

All that's known is here.
What's here is happiness.
What's here is serenity.
What's here is wholeness.
What's here binds us together.
What's here lights our eyes.

Love's Jewel

There once was a boy who happy and free,

So much so that he brought others glee. 

All of his life he knew he was different,

But this never made him belligerent. 

Several years passed and little remained the same,

Still no one really knew how broken he became.

Just as the sun reached its mid-morning peak,

So we too will watch his story with a quick sneak. 

Our friend is called Joseph, by those who once were close,

He has chosen Jo-jo, for those in the family he now chose. 

Day in and day out, his entire life he has been told,

That with courage and strength, his choices must be bold.

Fade in on our fellow, a lover of music, especially the cello,

A decision haunts his thoughts, here where he chooses to mellow. 

He was told he must not be unhappy, for this is unfit,

So why then must he stay in such a place so unlit.

He sees a light at the end of this twisted road,

Tis true the only apt description was that it glowed. 

Upon reaching this site he noticed the source,

And now he knew exactly what is his course.

In this almost barren room laid a jewel,

Perfect and unblemished, not a scratch from a tool.
The stone was enclosed in a scary, menacing trap,
Surrounded by daggers, leaving only a small gap.

He knew at once this was for his love,
His love that was sweet and gentle as a dove.
To the center of the thicket, he knew he must go,
And with love in his heart, he could best any foe.

So he journeyed overcoming peril to reach the center,
He knew he couldn't give up, his goal was to enter.
Cut, bruised, and broken were his mind, body, and soul.
Yet somehow, some way, he managed to reach the pole.

Now as he leaves this cave that had been made his home,
He is filled with power, as much as the Pope, even in Rome.
With this jewel, he embraced his love, his heart full of emotion,
The stone symbolized to his love, his complete and utter devotion.

The two shared a moment, many moments as they did before,
This time, however, to the skies ever did they soar.
Into the sun and toward the stars their spirits rose,
At least that's how I feel when I look into a rose.

Fuck You

Fuck you Matt
Fuck you Trey
Fuck you Charlie
Fuck you Jake
Fuck every man, I mean boy, that I have ever liked.
Fuck every person that has screwed up my life.
Fuck every person that has made me cry.
Fuck every person that made me wanna die.
Fuck all of those that turn my heart cold.
Fuck all of the people that break my heart inside.
Fuck you because you'll never know how much it hurts.
Fuck you for all the times I believed it would be different.
Fuck you for building me up and then breaking me down.
Fuck you for making me curse the ground you walk on.
Fuck you because I never get to be free. 

Frustration due to Malice

How can people be so ignorant, stupid, and malicious?
How can someone judge another and not know the truth?
I know you want to believe your friends but you have to draw the line somewhere,
You cannot blindly believe everything your friend tells you,
Especially when they say such hurtful and dangerous words.

You are such a fool to not question them.
You are such an ass for making someone feel like shit as a result of it.
You are a jerk because you are blind,
You are blind to the world of those saying things for attention.
Open your eyes and see that it happen all the time.

Why must I suffer for sins I did not commit?
Why must I suffer for the same very sins that have given me nightmares for so many years?
Why must I suffer for countless things while you just snap photos like you did nothing?
Why must I suffer for so long without relief?
Why do I care, try, smile, continue in this mundane world?

I do not know but still I keep on. 

Interests of the Heart

Why is it that every time that I start to like someone something goes wrong? It's not that I'm trying to just go after any and everyone that I meet. But it seems they are never interested in me for some reason or another. It's not even like they tell me that. They just stop talking to me. It's just soooo GODDAMN frustrating. If it's not them no longer talking to me it is them talking to me about all their other problems. Talking to me about who they like. It isn't like I don't let them know I like them. They do but for some reason they can't tell me. They're such assholes. Why do they always come to me for advice as well? Sometimes I would like someone to just once come up to me and ask me out. Tell me that they like me. Or pretty much anything but unload all their fucking shit on me. 

Introduction

Hello to anyone who may have stumbled upon this blog.

This blog is merely meant to be used as an outlet for my random ramblings that I need to get out in the open. The posts can involve anything from real life experiences, dreams, hopes, make-believe, songs, and poems.