Life or Death?

What is Death? 

is it the end of someone?

Or the beginning of something amazing?

For most, Death occurs unexpectedly. 

You close your eyes because it feels like a small dream.

Count to ten, expecting everything to go back to the way it was.

Open your eyes... Boom. Reality hits.

It isn't a Dream, Nor a joke. 

But simply a wake-up call. A reminder.

To not take life for granted.

You honestly don't know what you have until its gone.

It's the way of life.

It's not easy.

It's quite tough actually.

But what do we have to compare it to?

Everyone has a past, a story that never wants to be told.

Why does everyone seem to wanna speed through life?

Stop and take a look, take a deep breath.

Take the time to do the small things.

Like say I love you.

Smile.

You never know what kind of a day someone is having

Take the time to get to know someone.

Be a friend

And take life day by day

apreciate the little things

you never know who's gonna be gone tomorrow who was here today. 

So.. what is death?

is it the end of something?

or the beginning of something surreal?

You. Tell. Me. <3

Boulevard of broken dreams

I walk alone I walk alone. 

In these crowded hallways full of faceless people. 

Get into the out dated, no license plated ride rolling on E and cruise. 

Driving down a nameless road, Going to a place a I can barely remember. Surrounded by abandoned houses and unfinished half built buildings. 

The car doesn't make it much farther and I get out to walk. I see a house I've never seen before but it brings back the memories I tried to forget. Into the house I walk alone. Trying to recover the memories I never wanted to remember, I recognize a chair. 

The one we use to sit on and watch our old time favorite movies. Yeah that chair. 

Down the hall I see a door barely open, i walk in and see nothing but a beat-up dresser. i open the drawer and in it is a letter 

"You were all i ever had, all i ever wanted, all i ever needed. 'I should've been a better man. Instead of wasting time spending my life searching for the finer things. You always gave me another chance to make it right. But I didn't deserve, cause I didn't understand. You can blame it all on me. I know it’s like this because of me. Now I’m just like a hitchhiker waiting for a ride. With no cars in sight.' I should of never let you go. I walk alone."

I walk alone. I walk alone. With tears running down my cheek i leave this place. On the road back to nowhere i turn around and look back on the life i tried to forget. My dreams. My ambitions are buried in this hell hole. 

I turn around and keep walking.

 

Im thinking about you..

I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like time thinks about t.i.c.k.i.n.g.
like fingers think about picking
like guests think about $tipping$


I'm thinking about you like earphones think about ears and ears think about listening..to music, and music thinks about lyrics and lyrics think about rhythms.

I'm thinking about you like birds think about flying. 
Like rich people think about dining.
and poor people think about dining. 

I'm thinking about you like peanut thinks about butter and butter thinks about jelly.
Like socks think about being smelly 
Like buddah thinks about his belly 

Im thinking about you like eyes think about eyelashes
like waves think about splashes 
like poses think about flashes 

I'm thinking about you like hearts think about beating 
And she thinks about meeting...Him. 

I'm thinking about how much i CANT stop thinking about you.

Intro

The best dreams happen when you’re awake.

Love is...

Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.

 

 

 

Love is a Blank Poem

Love is Oxygen 

Love is a Question Mark?

Love is thee Answer