"The ghost of friendship meets me at the door..."

Oh senioritis. Forget my philosophy final project, haha. I'll hand it in a day late, whateverrr

I've decided that I'll post some of the little poems/songs/whatever you want to call them I've written in the past in here. Since some people have never seen them and want to, here you go:

And when the barrier breaks, all that we've held inside will escape. For better or for worse, we live each day in secrecy. We don't want to live on in infamy. So turn back the clocks. Let's go back to the times when they didn't matter; when our hearts spoke the strongest words and every other noise was a whisper. Let us not forget all that's been lost, but continue to live on, walking along a winding course. I promise you, it will all be worth it in the end.

I set dream and reality apart, and that's when I realized my mind betrayed my heart. You were nothing but a vision; nothing but a dream -- nonexistent reality.

Standing at the fork in the road, we don't know which way to go. One is a winding path, the other a blinding highway. We're being pulled in every direction. We don't know which way to go. The strings are slowly breaking. It's time to let go. We know all to well that no one wants to be alone.

We bury our souls in our hands and go on living life as if we care. Seams splitting; bleeding war wounds. Our heads held high by the rope attatched to the ceiling here to catch us when we fall too soon.

We've learned when it's time to run. We're crossing deserts and climbing mountains to reach the land of the midnight sun, and we will forever live on.

The laughter numbs the pain of the daggers in the heart.

Maps have disappeared. This vision's become unclear. A brick wall has been built, but trust me, I'll demolish it. This mindset's overruling; these sights are grueling. We may have believed we parted in opposite directions, but I know we're walking along a circular path. Learn to forgive and forget and we'll overcome this wrath.

We've gone back so far, it's as if we're living in a prehistoric world. No words, just stares; only hope in the air. Not knowing our mistakes until they hit us in our face. I'm looking up at the sky as each white cloud moves on by. This is the quiet before the storm. The tears of past years drop down from the clouds, and in every raindrop, a piece of you falls.

And these are the times when i really need someone by my side, to hold my hand and let me know everything's gonna be alright.



Yeah...all of those are from a while ago. I used to write poems like everyday, back when everything seemed to inspire me. Take me back to that.

Hmm check out the song "Hot Air Balloon" by foreverinmotion.
Oh, and I've realized that every single teenager has one thing in common: we're all misunderstood.

Jack Frost is coming tonight :] ahah