The SameI know what you are going to sayI have heard it all before"I need sometime alone to deal with issues"I know what you are going to utterYour lines they repeat"I can't do this anymore."It's always the sameThis neverending gameIt's been going on so longI can't see the startSo backtracking is no goodAnd I've lost my footingSo going on is not an optionI know whay you are thinkingI can read you like a book"I'm just another number"I know what you pray"That someone will blow you away"People aren't numbersDon't treat them as suchI've triedTo save youYou weren't meant to be savedAt least not by meThat's where I went wrongSearching for broken smilesTrying to heal the worldYet all I seemed to doWas to help the woundsFester and oozeI can't repeat the pastI've been down this road beforeSomething has to changeSomething has to give
I Never"I never got a chance to tell you how I feel""I never got to make you as happy as I had wanted too"It seems my words slip to the floorCreeping ever so softly out the back doorTheir meaning lostTo me however they came at a great costI've tried to tell you what's insideYet my feelings tend to collideIf I ever managed to speak the wordsWould you care or think me absurdI beg of you speak your heartTell me my partThe place in your lifeHopefully someplace near your sightWhat must I do?To get my words to you!What must I sayTo make you want to stayHelp me to understandWhile I help you standHelp me to knowJust please don't go....
The Amtrack ScheduleOnce there was a conductor who worked for Amtrack. He trained harder than any other conductor to graduate at the top of his class. Then the day came when he was assigned a train. He took it easy out of the station and made it a few miles down the tracks, when the engine started speeding up, no matter what he did. The train derailed. Thankfully no one was hurt. Amtrack reassigned him and again the train derailed. This happened six times. No matter what he did, no matter how much care and love he put into the trains they always seemed to wreck. He was finally assigned with his last train, he told himself that if this train derailed then he would retire from Amtrack. So they assigned him Train #3074. He personally cleaned the windows, checked the fluid levels, checked the brake system, had a technican check the engine, he took every precaution to ensure his last train was in perfect condition before setting out on his journey. He left the train station right on time, treated the beautiful
The Canterbury Tale of Sir AskI grew up in a village in a far off land, since long forgotten. My father a noble man, left my mother for the company of another. My mother remarried years later to a not as noble man. We traveled from our home to a foreign land. There I made many friends and my curiosity grew. Several years later we returned to our home land. My father requested I come stay at his castle for a little while. It was their that I met my evil step mother for the first time. She went insane and had to be institutionalized. The King's men came and took us to another noble's home, a safe haven from the insanity that was sweeping thorough his house. Within three days my mother traveled across the land to retreive me. We traveled back to our home land. That was the last time I saw my father. I tried to forget him and all his evil deeds. My family and I traveled around every four or five years. By the time I was 15 my eyes feel for a maiden in a dream. I tried to find this maiden but only found nothing. I searc
Words and Their EffectsWords once said can never be retracted. No matter how much forgivness is asked, can the words ever be erased... The sting of the words can always be remembered if either party involved wishes to recollect them. I myself chose not to think about wrongful things heaped upon me. I have forgiven many trangressions against me. The most damaging coming from my best friend in 1997. Do those I care about do the same for my trangressions against them. I know some of my friends do (Sarah and Harry) do others?"Hold your tounge, hold your tounge" I scream to myself when thoughts unworthy of my sweet demeanor come creeping into my mind. Sometimes I speak before I think which I am working on. I am changing, I will no longer let any single emotion cloud my judgment. When any single emotion runs rampant through our minds, we tend to say things we wouldn't otherwise mean. When we are injured we tend to utter words that most times aren't true, or aren't what we think most of the time.Words are potent
Pinocchio SpeaksDear Puppet Master(Gepetto), It's me Pinocchio I am tired of being your dummy. I am tired of you trying to pull my strings, and attempting to mold me to your ways. I never asked to be turned from a doll to a boy. I never asked for any of your love. Now that I am a boy, I have to become a real boy, flesh and bone, so I don't have to rely on you anymore. I am tired of your controlling nature. You mean nothing to me, you should have never started to carve me from that wood. You are such a selfish man, how am I too live when my nose grows each time I tell a lie? How am I to survive without sometimes telling a half-truth? I love the rain yet can't go out in it or I will get warped. What kind of future is that for a child? That is why I wish to be a human to be free of the bonds, or rather strings that hold me to you, or better still that you hold me bye. Goodbye cruel man, if I can't be a real boy, I'll curl up in an en
Heartbreak HotelIt's raining outside as I pull up to the hotel. I park in front of the office and step out of the car horrid winds and rain biting away at me. I walk through the turental downpour. My sighs already too heavy. I walk into the office and a plaque on the wall reads "Management: Mrs. Lucy Fur. "Ah. Mr. X I see you have returned…" The pretty lady behind the counter says. "Who are you kidding," I say, "I hate this place it makes me feel worse each time I enter these walls. I hate the smell of dead flowers that permeate from every vase. I can't stand this roach infested shit hole…" "But that doesn't stop you from coming. You have been here many times and we are always anxious to have you return. You are our most loyal customer." "I'll take the usual room." I say. "Ah. Room 7 very good choice sir, here is your key." She hands the key to me and I drag myself to my room. Upon entering that horrible smell of decomposing flora. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the faucet, brown water spills in
I miss....I miss our long talksI miss our long walksI miss when we'd stay up late watching moviesI miss our phone conversations until early in the morningI miss all our text messagingI miss our letters (handwritten and emails)I miss looking nearly every night into your pretty eyesI miss hearing your voiceI miss all the words that would pass between us as time stood still, but once I had to leave time went by oh so quicklyI miss telling you all my secretsI miss hearing yoursI miss anxiously awaiting to read your poetryI miss anxiously awaiting to hear how your day wasI miss telling you how mine wasI miss our long goodbyesHell I miss Everything...