Rhythm

I move in my own rhythm;

Keep to my own time;

Switch beats and I loose my mind.

Breaks are useful for relaxing;

Let weary minds reset;

But a complete track change I partially regret.

Talked practically every day;

Got into the swing of things;

Then I lost contact and readjusting stings.

It's been exploring new places;

Loved seeing what once to me was unknown;

But the weight of the change still rattles my bones.

Nonetheless I love the anticipation;

Ecstatic to reunite with those I left;

Stories I'll bring back to share;

They're sure to cause laughs, if share I dare.

A Break

Everyone needs a break right?

<Yes; I'd say so>

But breaks put one out of the normal routine…

Isn't that more disrupting than relieving?

<Depends>

<What are they taking a break from>

<Is breaking a better alternative than staying>

Well it would give one time to think independently.

<But it also interrupts regularly scheduled events.>

<Breaks give one the chance to move on from the current situation>

Or one will dwell on said situation, thinking of conclusions.

Breaks have pros and cons…

<As does everything>

Line of Choice

Choice. It is quite a bizarre thing.

<Indeed>

<When does choice become overwhelming>

When does another opinion spoil the soup?

They say a second opinion can't hurt,

But when do opinions become so varied

The spectrum is too extreme to keep range?

<How does one choose what path to go>

<Sure there's faith,  but its just that>

<Faith>

I see.

No matter how it's diced,

Faith is faith.

Because after all, we don't know.

<But there are things we do know>

Agreed. But if it was all concrete fact,

Faith would have no place.

<True>

<So where is the mythical line of where choice stops>

Considering we can't literally "know",

Perhaps individuals have the right to see the line for themselves.

<Sounds reasonable>

<But some extra opinions couldn't hurt either>

FRIEND

Faithful

Ready for every twist and turn

Internally bound

Everlasting

No strings attached

Does their best to make the friendship thrive

Puzzling

Told me what you believe is true;

I sense there is an opposite side too.

Don't know what it is, but convinced it exists...

Hey cuz, how about you enlighten me a bit?

Is this searching just a waste of time?

Should I perhaps give up pulling this vine?

It was curiosity which killed the cat;

I seem to find myself in wonder as that.

Will this quest get me killed?

Certainly not for real.

But what about virtual dead;

Maybe this trick will cost my head.

No no, couldn't be... I just know it's not so

After all, I'm still here, head to toe.

Hammer Time

People generally dislike pain.

Physical pain and emotional pain:

Which is worse?

Emotional. It is far harder to control.

But sometimes people enjoy pain's recoil;

It makes them feel better for the moment.

It's the itch people can't stop scratching.

~Itchy? No problem. The solutions is all too simple:~

~Scratch now and feel the itch disappear.~

[They fail to tell scratching makes the itch worse]

If the source of pain is the hammer,

Why do people keep hitting themselves over the head with it?

Because: 

When you finally stop hitting yourself, it feels soo good.

Tonight

Last night was like a rush on highs.

Tonight recoils lash back like falling from the sky.

The rush is always worth the price,

But the lonely feeling is still felt as twice .

If we could spend forever together,

Would final separation be my ticket to ends?

I love the time we have,

So let's use it for the best.

Breh, you'll always be near to me

As long as I ever breathe.

I'll gladly take the low with the high,

As long as your were by my side.

Mixed Up Jus'-eh Bit

<But as for me and the Lord, we will serve my house>

UHHH... I think you mixed dat up a lil'...

Yahs mean:

 "But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."

??¿??¿??

<...OHHHH...gosh... HAHAHAH>

<Totally didn't mean to do that>

<LOL · 1000>

Breh you know i' dohh!!!

[Ya know, even with the swapped words, it still makes some sense]
[The Lord and his servant serving those around them;]
[Makes sense.]

Last Night

Last night:

Danced all night to the beat of our hearts;

Had tons o' fun;

Can't wait for next time to start!

Last night:

Love the PEZ and bracelet;

[Yes I'll eat 'em]

Nevah will I wanna take dat string off meh wrist

Cause it reminds meh of ya, breh.

Last night:
Wrapped in your arms,
Felt safe and sound;
Side by side with scent like paradise.

Then today:
Had to leave and go home;
Now my high ends
And the recoil sets in.

Sure, it hurts when the fun ends.
But the pros are worth the after-pain;
Always worth unlocking the round again.
See ya 'round when school begins.

[Thanks for the fun; let's meet up again]

Cuz

<[whispers] Guess what>

What?!

<Pokémon cards down to 69¢ each>

Seriously?! Alright! That's awesome!

Scene Switch:
~Uh-huh... yeah... I'm falling asleep...~
<So you really like her huh>
Uh-huh... [still barely awake]

<[rolls over] ...>
What ya say?
[...drifting into sleep...]
[stops processing information]

Held Here

I need your love.

I need your friendship.

Need you to be here;

Hold me tonight;

Hold me here tight and don't let go.

Run your fingers down my back,

Squeeze me to calm my mind.

Hold me here, put me to sleep;

Show me your eyes.

 They're the last thing;

Last thing before I drift into slumber.

Action VS Word

Actions speak louder than words.

Fall for them but refuse to say;

Act silly in their midst, ha, gave yourself away.

Actions speak louder than words.

Fool me once then claim you've learned;

 Fool me twice and find yourself burned.

Actions speak louder than words.

Say nothing is going on and nothing to share;

Keeping quiet out of sight tells me something is there.

Actions speak louder than words.

Declare to be of this and boast of that;

Peer behind the scenes and find a prat.

Actions speak louder than words.

Stay behind the scenes with mouth shut;

Do good quietly and receive your fair cut.

Actions speak louder than words.

Watch the fragile break under stones;

Be there rescue-hero in the undertone.

Actions speak louder than words.

Clean It

Clean your sack.

<I already done that>

Clean it again…

Perhaps find something you missed.

<Like what>

Like a piece of candy wrapper needing thrown away;

Like a scrap of metal broke off from some place;

Like that secret keychain I gave;

<You did what now>

You heard me.

<Were you planning on mentioning that ever>

Mentioned it now didn't I?

See the Lightning

My eyes sense light;

Heart takes flight.

Feet run quick around;

Eyes chained to the ground.

Thoughts chain through the mind;

Lightning zaps close behind.

Body turns hot as flames;

Room goes cold as rain.

View reigns bitter-sweet;

Move my senses to this beat.

Bad Timing

<You missed a lot that night>

I know. And I'm sorry... 

Are you willing to share what I missed?

<Okay, but that'll take a LONG time to write.>

(typing... typing... typing... still typing)

(more typing... even more typing...)

~three hours later~

~send~

(reading... reading... continued reading...)

... I don't even have a way to say how bad I feel...

If I could redo that day I would take all your trouble;

Take it on doubled if it would save you.

<You abandoned me when I really needed someone>

And I hate that I did...

I doubt I can do anything to make up for then,

But I sure as hell will try.

And I promise:

Never again will I abandon you.

I've learned from my mistake.

Roller Coaster

I was fifteen going on sixteen;

You were sixteen going on seventeen;

Feels too long since you I've seen.

Two hearts… Two minds;
Two schools… Different worlds;
One friendship… One love.

Known each other four years [and counting];
Rode this coaster without fears;
Nearly fell out, you held me safe here.

Scared to loose, but not were you.
I cling to this ride
Jostled by fun from every side.

Been upside down and corkscrewed around;
Never a dull moment where your presence abounds.

Pounding Feet

The gun sounds;

Pounding feet abound.

They scramble quickly all around.

Fierce is the fight to take the lead;

Strategy is the key all must heed;

And the feat of surpassing a respected deed.

Hurry now! Don't let them catch up!

Lest you become known as syrup.

If you're passed then time you must make-up.

Pounding feet come fast down this track,

No one willing to pull back,

Speed the gift none here lack.

Some History

Lying here side by side;

Stay with me here all night.

You awakened me as the moon shifts the tide,

Hold me in your arms and we can shine bright.

Perfect understanding is what I seek;

And trust proves to be building steady.

Then an accident turned my dream bleak;

The idea of trust now seems heavy.

We got through it and remain inseparable;

It's in the past and haunts me not.

But I suspect for you the memory intolerable;

I understand that feeling of rot.

Still today we hold each other.

Closest of friends are we forever.

Flying. Falling. Hurting.

Never been one for dating,

Never had my heart broken.

Changed forever, changed forever.

We could’ve had it all, could’ve had it all.

Falling, falling, falling,

Felt like I was flying.

Falling, falling, falling, landed in the dirt,

Sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, how long's it take not to hurt?

What…?!

You told her WHAT?!

<Okay yes… But I wasn't being serious>

You can't tell her things like that…! She takes it seriously…!

<Hey, you know me… I say things in the moment that I don't literally mean all the time>

Except you meant it this time… You wanted it to be true.

Well too bad for you; it's NOT. I would never do that.

<Well… maybe I wanted it to be true, a little>

<She deserves to know what it felt like>

NO. She does not. NO ONE deserves that.

Look… I'm sorry you got hurt, but it's in the past now.

Grow up and get over it, or get outa here until you do.

<Fine… Be that way then>

100% Positive

<…But why did you do it>

I… I don't know…

<You did it for revenge>

No. I did not.

<Stop lying… I'm not stupid>

You're right, you're just wrong.

<Then why did you do it>

I thought I could do it better;

I convinced myself I could make it work.

So no, I did not do it for revenge.

<You're sure?>

100%

I would never hurt you on purpose.

<Okay>

Wolf's Call

If I was a mistake, I hope I was your favorite.

<You are most certainly not a mistake>

How can you be so sure?

<Mistakes are clear given some time>

<You are still mysterious>

An interesting outlook;

Is there anything you want to ask me?

<Can I trust you never to run away>

<I mean it… I will not be able to bear another 'friend' leaving>

I promise I will never abandon you like so many others have.

And people's trust is something I do not take lightly.

<The wolf calls>

Yes. Its howls ring hollow in my ears.

As its tail thumps against my ribs,

Its eyes search my souls for humanity.

Tonight I lay awake as the beast churns my heart.

<It has eaten my insides away;>

<I am hollow inside this shell>

Then I will go into the beast's stomach,

And return what was stolen.

Ripped My Own Heart Out

The wolf inside howls and claws;

Its teeth tear my flesh exactly as saws;

My heart and soul, now torn raw.

Tonight I sit here in the dark;

The wolf's bite worse than its bark;

Now it's weapons have left their mark.

I let this wolf off its chain;

Now it strangles my friend in its reigns;

Get off! Get off! Stop this pain!

Your attacks are causing bones to bend;

And now you are destroying my friend;

Get out of this story!

This is not how it should end.

My gun is locked, bullet in place;

Wolf, be prepared for a sleeping dart to the face!

Wake up in your cage where you rightfully belong;

Your power here is useless and no longer strong.

Run Away

I promised I would not run away.

Yes, still I remain here anyway.

I am scared and flight seems like a tempting option.

Help me let go of that distraction.

I have seriously messed up in my games.

Now I will end this, for it has lead to misguided blame.

I am rotten… thoroughly rotten.

Please forgive my mistakes.

This will never be forgotten,

And I understand friendship is at stake.

Dark Wolf

I am a manipulative creature.

There, I said it. It is true and I do not deny it.

I find satisfaction in controling "behind the scenes".

I like knowing what others know not.

I deceive myself into believing I can manipulate without causing problems.

I learned to play the game well;

Now I search for a way to quit.

Hatred

Why do people sometimes think hatred is the source of actions?

 

<Hmmm... I do not know>

 

<Why do you believe people hate>

 

Thinking...

 

Perhaps hatred is a product of not knowing any alternative conclusions?

 

<I can see your point>

 

But what about when hatred is an unintended result?

 

<Well I suppose it is some-what the same as your conclusion>

 

<Sometimes nothing else seems to make sense>

 

It makes me sad that some people come to the conclusion of hatred...

 

Perhaps in some twisted logic,

 

They subconsciously feel hated.

 

<It is possible, but not conclusive>

 

Agreed.

Who Needs School?

Who needs school?

< I do>

What good has school ever done you?

<I learn about my world, and how to survive effectively in society>

<I interact with many types of people>

<School keeps me from being bored all day>

Wait what…? School itself is boring.

<For you perhaps, but I find class interesting>

But the homework is tedious… Don't deny it.

<Okay okay. The homework I can sometimes do without>

<But even the homework gives me something to do>

<Plus school gives me a way to play sports>

Still… That is just another thing to take up your time.

<Well… it sure is a whole lot better use of my time then some kids do>

<Need I explain further>

No no. I understand.

< Good that>

(Sigh) I see your point; school is good;

It provides many benefits.

Kidding Me?

Waiting waiting waiting;

You just keep on keeping me waiting.

Texting texting texting;

You stop answering my messaging.

Hoping hoping hoping;

Need response cause I don't know what I'm doing.

Rambling rambling rambling;

 frustrated cause I'm waiting.

<Sorry… actually we aren't going, parents too busy>

WHAT!?!?!?

Kidding me…? (just breathe…)

Okay then.

Senses

Seeing is believing;

Hearing inspired fearing;

Smell is good while cooking;

Taste is for exploring;

And touch is the gateway to much.

Work

It takes too much work to talk to xxx, more than I find necessary at least;

I take great consideration with the conversation when I talk to xxx.

<Well then I must be a lot of work>

What…? How can you say that?

I would never consider you work. Promise.

How did you even get from “talking to a stranger takes a lot of energy”,

To “talking to a friend takes a lot of energy”?

<True, point taken>

I am slightly hurt that it seems you are a lot of work for me…

<Nah. It’s not like that>

<And I am sorry I hurt your feelings>

S’all good.

Snake Eyes

These eyes are not mine.

This mind belongs to a snake.

Look into these orbs; see, they’ve crossed a line.

Peer into my head; it should be run-through with a stake.

<What are you saying… what is your aim…>

<Stop playing with puzzles… I’m done with you game>

You’re right. I’m done. This game is at its close;

I am shutting it down, before we become foes.

We both know this game, played it in our past.

You should know, after all, you controlled it last.

<Stop playing puzzles… I mean it this time>

Okay, silly girl. I am done with this slime.

You know my mind; I use puzzles to tell;

Silly girl, you know me, perhaps all too well.

We’ve been through a lot, much more than most;

If I've hurt you, I’m sorry…

Please, I hope you’ve read this post.

Impossible

<You make things impossible>

Me? Well the same can be said of you.

<What are we even doing with ourselves>

Good question… I don't know.

<I think we need each other for comfort and support>

Agreed. But also for something deeper.

<What?>

I… don't know… can't express it…

<You're impossible>

I know. As are you.

Zombie-n This

Walking slowly through these hallways;

Looking sleepily as always.

Creeping closer, now come here.

< Aye! Show me teeth, lend me your ear>

< Let me rip you; let me kill you>

My gates heavily guarded, you'll never pass through.

Little did I sleep last night;

You added my strength to your might.

< Aye, correct you are>

< I will get you… make you move as tar>

Too slow to catch me, though you try;

Running, I escape your eyes.

< Walking slowly through these hallways>

< Looking sleepily as always>

Humans and Rejection

Why do humans feel the need to be accepted?

<Hmm… good question>

It's just, I look around and notice that even the misfits fit in;

They have other misfits for bonding.

<Good point; why did you think of this topic>

I noticed, when I know a response will be negative, I shut down in front of the person/people.

And I go find someone else who will give a more positive response…

Made me wonder why people can't stand rejection.

<Rejection is a mysterious phenomenon>

<Inevitable, but undesirable>

<Cruelty in twisted kindness>

Wait. How?

<Is it not better for one to be pushed away, than to cling to nothing>

Yes. I see your point now.

<I understand you were rejected>

<What can I do to help>

Don't chew me up in response to stuff?

Like I said… shuts me down… drives me away.

<Understood; I will always accept you, my friend>

<Know it; believe it>

I do. Thanks. Always.

Love ya.

<Love you too>

Scent

Scent.

It’s part of what make someone who they are.

Some do not pay attention to such subtleties,

But to others, it is a powerful allure.

You can change your hair;

 You can change your body;

But one’s bare scent is something special.

It makes them recognizable, makes their presence known.

Reminds those who know the scent:

Its owner can be felt down in their bones.

Just Breathe

Heart racing, feet pounding, eyes twitching, mind blinking;

I am a beast.

Human is true, but beast is within;

My soul feels the power of instinct, the need to release energy.

But nowhere to expel it, it must go somewhere;

Why not here?

Sure sure, here is good.

Fingers race for my heart,

Keys pound for my feet,

Eyes on the screen twitch in concentration,

Mind blinking through thoughts quicker than processing emotion;

Here is good;

Calms the senses, brings cognition down to proper time.

<Just breathe>

Restless Fugitive

Restless thoughts running my head;

Sleep should be my friend today,

But insomnia burns through instead.

Restless to go somewhere; cannot stay,

Will you come with me, be a runaway?

We could leave tonight;

Run far and wide.

Come explore with me, take flight!

They will not find us, too well we hide.

Restless thoughts, restless thoughts;

Long forgot, long forgot.

Manipulation

Movies and books do powerful things.

In Divergent a serum is used to manipulate the conscious mind;

Authors have no need for chemistry,

Their serum is the mind.

Word… Phrases… Sentences… Paragraphs… Chapters…

They do wonders to the emotions.

The music brought by musicians further reminds us of the mind’s susceptibility;

Changes us… moves us… makes us feel once again…

Help Me Get Lost

Tell me to go away.

<I can’t>

I need you to tell me to go away.

<I can’t do it>

Why not?

<You are my friend>

<I need you>

Tell me to go away.

<It’ll hurt too much>

It doesn’t have to last forever.

<I can’t do it>

Please.
 

<…>

I Need You ... You don't Need Me

I will only stay if you tell me you need me.

<I need you>

I cannot stay forever; I am trapped by chains of friendship.

<I need you>

I want you.

<I need you>

I am suffering in order to please you.

<I need you>

I am in pain because I am staying in an attempt to not hurt you.

<I need you>

I must go now.

<I need you>

I love you.

<I need you; you don’t need me>

Then why can’t I bring myself to cut out?

<I need you>

<Always>

When you need me I will be there.

I am a shadow; existing but elusive.

<I need you>

Goodbye.

Shut Up... Never

<Sometimes you just want me to shut up>

I do not. That's simply not true.

< I don't believe you>

You must. I could never want you to shut up. It keeps me whole.

< I believe you>

I am glad.

Why would you think I want you to shut up?

< It makes sense to me>

I can't make sense of that…

<No matter; it was just a feeling>

Well it's a lie.

< Easy for you to say>

< You're not the one being fed the lie>

I am sorry for you. I love you.

< Thanks>

Read 'Me'

Read me.

<I can't; I am only the book>

Read me.

<You are the reader; read me>

Read me.

<I can't>

Yes. You can.

You do not understand;

~Full of knowledge and wonder~

~Complex yet simple…~

<Start making sense already>

Ah, now you are reading me.

<You're impossible…>

And you're shallow; think between the lines;

Read me.

Warm and Fuzzy

Warm and fuzzy:

Like a relaxing time in front of a winter night’s fire.

Warm and fuzzy:

Like the fluffy wool of lambs,

Dry and soft, yet warm and protective.

Warm and fuzzy:

Like the feeling of calm;

Calmness which penetrates the soul,

Given and received only among friends.

Warm and fuzzy:

Like the soft glow of candles;

Wax melting ever so steadily,

Scent bleeding through the air,

Sweet and everlasting.

Warm and fuzzy:

Like home,

Where the heart is;

We fight and laugh,

Scream and smile,

It ain't perfect, but fits my style.

Paralysis

I am scared.

I don't think I can play the game much longer;

Yes it's fun, fascinating even;

But people are getting scared… me included.

I have two options:

Play the game as I always have played

Or cut myself loose from chains I have bound.

If I cut myself off, how far will I fall?

What if I lose the friends I have?

Lose their trust and NEVER gain it back?

I do not know what to do…

I fear I have made the same mistake I witnessed in the past,

Thought I could do better;

Only to find out I am as lost as the ever.

But I know you are listening out there;

Help me decide.

Let's make a change,

Play the game your way.

Yes, I am turning tables;

Tell me what to do and I promise it done,

Even if it is hard for me to carry out.

A Locked Open Book

My head is my safe,

I can put into it whatever I wish;

 Remove what I wish;

Lock its contents away from anyone.

My heart is like a park:

Too many things can get in;

Not enough people to clean it out…

It just sits there for all to see…

 Except it's the elephant in the room no one points out…

There’s the park, needing some housekeeping,

Yet no one notices, let alone walks inside the gate;

Probably because I disguise it with clever metaphors.