Floating high in the sky, touching clouds and poking planes
Smiling as I fly, thinking of the day you were found
Discovered unexpectedly, my soul leaping with joy
Looking down on the trees, on the deep shades of green
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You there
Look away from me
For I am too young
I am a person too you know
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Could it be real?
Real in a fantasy world created with hopeful intentions of capturing reality
What makes reality real?
Real world’s life lessons learned and failed?
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I’m screaming to you at the top of my lungs, only silence is heard
And I’m begging you to see it in my eyes, to read my soul
And tell me everything will be alright
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It keeps you alive, yet scared and tortured at the same time
Suffocates like a snake, quickly latching, as everything becomes darker
Haunts you when your eyes close
Nightmares, endless tears, pictures burnt in memory
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Dreamed of you again last night
Cooked hot dogs on the grill up on the rooftop
Wearing my football jersey number eighteen
Squirted ketchup at me and said I lost
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In a world of uncertainty and sugar coated truths
I scream out loud in frustration
Selfishness is contagious
Money is number one
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In a crowd of 25,000 plus
I am here with you
Music blaring in my ears
You by my side
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Dark dreary night
Chilly, but muggy
All alone tonight
I will not be scared, I promised myself
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It’s like stretch marks of a balloon filled with too much air
Threatening to pop at any second
A pop so loud that everyone jumps and kids scream
The fragile thin rubber balloon stretched as far as it can
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