OLD - You make me want to believe...

I remember seeing you just the other day,

right across from my front yard.

You make me want to believe,

but I can't; I'm too emotionally scarred.

I remember the way you'd say hi to me,

when you'd catch me running down the halls.

You make me want to believe in love,

but my heart is trapped within concrete walls.

I remember the way things used to be,

before the night of February 8th.

You make me want to believe,

but how can I when I've lost all faith?

I remember the storm on that night.

On that night my faith was lost.

You make me want to believe in true love,

but how much would that cost? [...my heart?]

OLD - Untitled - Life...?

I understand that life is difficult,

and in truth, living is actually optional,
but in a world such as ours,
you need to continue to be rational.

Life is a gift that we've been given
and there has to be some sort of reason.
Life isn't just some sports game;
you can't just sit out a season.

Life isn't easy, not even at the start.
We are born into the world crying
but it's proof that we're alive.
Then in the end, we leave, dying.

The way your life turns out,
in the end, is really all up to you.
It's hard but you've gotta keep on goin'.
Trust me, you'll make through.

OLD - Untitled.

Tell me why the sun shines brighter,

while that good man’s heart begins to dim?

Can you tell me why our worlds so cruel?

Our world that grows to be a place so grim.

We all know this battle has to stop.

There is no love or compassion anymore.

And it’s hard see the good in people,

when you can see the destruction of this war.

Negotiate using words as ammunition,

you don’t need guns to make an agreement.

Relax and just put away your weapons.

Don’t fight because you think it’s convenient.

Peace is all we need in the world,

so could you try to find it in your heart,

and not in those exploding bombs,

that people use to tear this country apart.

OLD - Heart&Key.

I sat on the sidewalk,

crying in the rain...

Our eyes locked for a moment,

and you saw my pain.

On that sorrowful day,

I was truly afraid.

I locked away my heart,

but you offered me a trade.

You asked for my heart,

or rather, the key...

You swore never to hurt me,

and you wouldn't tear it apart.

My hands had been shaking.

My eyes red from tears,

but I handed it over,

despite all of my fears.

You took me on an adventure

and set my solemn heart free.

Now after all this time...

You still have my heart.

You've kept your promise,

and never have we been apart.

OLD - Fourteen Years Father.

Recently I've turned fourteen.

Nothing seems different or new.

A part of me feels missing.

Your gone and it's obviously true.

Never have we met before,

but now I will be trying.

After fourteen years,

some long years of crying.

I always did wonder,

if you left me by choice??

I haven't seen your face,

or ever heard your voice.

I wish to seek out my father,

Just to tell him, “Goodbye."

Sorry that I left Mother,

but you know that I have to try.

OLD - Build Me A World.

I feel nothing in this world,

not one thing, not at all.

I under go no emotions,

even as you see tears fall.

Can't you hear my cries for help

or the pounding of my feet?

Can you describe the way it felt?

The feeling of my heart beat.

Could you fill this world with people

who won't talk about you from afar?

People who won't ignore you

for whom you really are.

Build me a world I can escape to,

a world where we can be free.

a world that's worth the emotion,

a world where I can be me.

OLD - Unspoken.

I'm sorry for being so late.
I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner,
but I didn't want to do or say
something that I’d later hate.

You said a few simple words
and I completely shut down.
I didn't know what to say
until it was time to leave town.

I blamed my defense mechanism,
but I know it was my own fault.
I couldn't bring myself
to just say the words and tell him.

I thought that my heart
couldn't handle a rejection,
but now we're too far apart
to even make a connection.

And now my heart is broken.
"I can't get you off my mind,"
the words I could've spoken
now remain unheard by all mankind.

Cheesy.

His arms wrapped around me,

his lips, his eyes, his hair...

Everything about him amazes me

and I cannot help but stare.

The way his heartbeats,

his words, his mind…

I think a guy like this

is certainly hard to find.

What does he see in me?

I know what I see in him.

With him I can laugh and smile.

He makes a bad day less grim.

I tend to not open up to many.

He is different from all the rest.

He is someone who I can talk to.

Not one word can describe him best.

I feel that this poem is cheesy,

but what can I do? I fell for him.

Cheesiness is just a side effect.

I'm done fighting. I'm giving in.

Rain.

Yesterday I felt cleansed;

today my pain deepens.

Drip, drop, drip, drop.

Feel it starting to rain?

Some days it can be cleansing;

&others it's quite depressing.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

Down goes the rain...

Shattered.

This sheet of glass, this mirror...

I see my reflection, shattered.

I see myself and realize

I've forgotten all that mattered.

When one is trying to live

is there a way that is wrong or right?

There are no directions to life

or rules when you decide to fight.

I told myself that I wouldn't.

I wouldn't care and I wouldn't cry.

Now that there's no one, I realize

this is a hard life to live by.

Life is a game of golf...

Life is a game of golf.

You can start at one

or work the back nine,

but keep moving forward.

You can go up to the tee

or you can wait in a line...

I would go up and hit

even if the flag, I couldn't see.

I could hit it right down the fairway

or risk hitting the trees,

but that's what life's composed of...

taking risks and taking chances.

So I'll drive as hard as I can

as if nothing is in my way

and be the best that I am

then play better the next day.