Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Time Game

This is nothing more than a game for you isn't it?
Hah! We'll I hope you're having fun.
Keep playing, I think you may be winning,
No, that's not the timer accelerating,
there never was a timer, silly.
That's my heart.
Hear it?
It's getting faster and faster so fast.
Can you hear it?
It's all I can hear.

Stop.

Slow Explosion

I think my heart will explode,
millions of pieces,
it'll be like fireworks,
everyone will sit back and watch it burst into flame,
and along with it me,
it'll be a beautiful thing,
a heck of a beautiful thing.

If this doesn't scare you it's surely scared me...

We see you're growing thinner
the bones of your face are clear and visible now
we see your skull
if only we could see that thing under it
we want to help
let us help


i see you getting closer
get away
you won't help
give up.

Monday, December 21, 2009

I can't wait for Agape 2010

Paper Route
Family Force 5
Sanctus Real
This Beautiful Republic

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Love Regaurdless

I love people. I try to love them in simple ways like not cutting in the lunch line regaurdless of how hungry I am and how many of my friends are telling me to and opening car doors. I want them to know that I love them and respect them just because. Because I don't need a reason I just want to radiate love. Because I think everyone needs it.

Seeing people light up makes me happy. Watching people do things they are passionate about makes me want to cry. Knowing people are doing things for other people warms my heart. There is nothing more beautiful than a passionate person.

Tonight I was in a room filled with them. We played for the residence at Robing's Manner and their families. Watching the mouths of the elderly people there move along in sync with the chorus's made me feel good. Using your talents to make other people shine is a beautiful thing.

I saw a girl from school who worked there. I felt sorry for her, like her job was really demanding. I know she always sleeps in class and I finally understand why. It looked tiring to me. She only brought a few people out into the room we were playing in and then she left. I wanted to say hi to her and talk to her, but I think she may have been embarssed? Being seen working and in scrubs? I wanted her to know I didn't care and that I thought what she was doing was great. Even if she is getting payed for it I know her job is tiring and I know that she does it to the best of her ability.

I want to be part of something much bigger than I am.
I want people to know I love them, regaurless of anything and everything.

I have hope in humanity.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Friday, December 4, 2009

I cannot

work at school. I cannot work at home. I cannot work.