Told You So

Do our own thing thats what we want
and this, to every one else we flaunt,
but the way we are, the way we were,
they all told us but we never heard.

Or maybe we just ignored what we couldnt stand,
the way they told us from what we were banned.
We said that they just didnt understand.
They dont know about the things we've planned.

We try to do what our heart desires,
our dreams they push us, they start the fires,
that drive us away from the words they said.
Those things meant to help turned us off instead.

After the fall, our hearts seem to break.
we wonder why after all we had at stake,
life throws us a turn from which we cant shake,
maybe we shouldnt have been so fake.

Had we listened, we think how different it'd have been,
that instead of tools we had real friends.
The people we use, they will not forget,
the way that we caught them like fish in a net.

If our hearts would not have been so cold,
and we'd heard what we'd been told,
and if we weren't so selfishly bold,
they would't have said "I told you so".

not really a poem....

I know that this isnt a poem and I know no one will read it but I thought it was good. so....

To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town(or across the state) to see her.To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.To every guy who has given her flowers just because.To every guy that said he would die for her.To every guy that really would.To every guy that did what she wanted to do.To every guy that cried in front of her.To every guy that she cried in front of.To every guy that holds hands with her.To every guy that kisses her with meaning.To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hoursjust to see her for ten minutes or 10 seconds.To every guy that would give his seat up.To every guy that just wants to cuddle.To every guy that reassured her that she was beautifulno matter what.To every guy who told his secrets to her.To every guy that tried to show how much he caredthrough every word and every breath.To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.To every guy that believed in her dreams.To every guy that would have done anythingso she could achieve them.To every guy that never laughed at herwhen she told him her dreams.To every guy that walked her to her car.To every guy that walked her to her door when he took her home.To every guy that meant every word he ever said to her.To every guy who sang her a song, even if he thought he sounded bad.To every guy that gave his heart.To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her....This one bulletin is for you...Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...And because of this, there are not many left out there...if you have a good thing, hold onto it like theres no tomarrow. and guys: if you're not like this, try to be this person because you should be willing to be something more than ordinary. Be someone, not that people just realize when you're not around, but the kind that people miss when you're not. If she means that much to you, be the kind of guy that she deserves. thats it.

about time

hello everyone I know its about time.
I finally came back and wrote you this ryme.
I am sorry its been so long that ive typed,
so here it is on this lovely thursday night
I know you've been wondering where I've been,
well I'm not too sure, I'm stuck in a spin.
Since I've been spinning it seems you see,
the only person on my mind has been... me.
"He's been selfish" you think, and yes it's true.
well thats something I intend to put an end to.
I'm sorry I've not posted or called.
I would like to blame it on that job at the mall :)
But now I've sometime to spend with you.
And I'd like to see how you're doing too.
I think we can keep this blog afloat,
though it'll be hard with hole in the boat.
So grab a bucket and you can help throw
the water out that is sinking this "poetry of our soul".

sorry it's been a while guys... jAkE

The weight of Reality

Soon comes that day when I'm on my own
Away from the shield, the warmth of home
Faces now ingrained in my mind won't stay
Each face, each voice will pass away
Every memory and moment held so high
Minutes I am given will no longer be mine
Time and freedom now constrained with weight
A future so foriegn- I don't want to relate

Heer Me Oh Lucifer

when will you drop your weapons?

as the children of the world cry out peace,

why do you sow their lips shut?

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Yes, thats right I said it, peace.

why do you lick the wounds of the fallen with your acid tongue?

is it a joy that you seek?

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Here me out, father of lies,

I know you can read this,

and I know I am not much of a challenge,

But my daddy is

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He will slaghter you in the end as you have done to my brothers

His mercy is everlasting, yes, but you will not recieve it,

I feel for you Deceiver, for your fate is as grave as your fire is hot

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But why do you bind yourself with your carnalities and monstosaties?

Is it too hard to accept your fate?

Or is it more fun to kill the innocent as you suck on their entrails?

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You make me sick

a liittle gruesome yes... but think about what I'm saying... yes, just think.

gossiper

when it's all over, will you be glad?
will you be happy you treated people bad?

will you really be surprised that when you're in need,
no one jumps to help you. no one seems to heed.

your calling for someone but no one is there.
they seem to ignore you, this cant be fair!

remember the people you left in the dirt.
the way you treated them, no one deserves.

I know how you feel. you feed on their hearts.
You feel like you're better. thats how it starts.
I'm talking to you backstabbing backbitter.
You gossiping people that have no remorse.
you think they cant hear you? or they dont have friends?
That tell them whats being said when they're not there?
shame on you people that talk behind backs,
that flab your pie holes without holding back.
Get over yourself! you're not all that bad.
In fact you're misserable. I think its sad.
that all you have to make yourself feel good,
is others pain. I feel sorry for you.
It would drive me insane.
If all I did was say things,
that hurt someone else,
I would start taking a look at myself.

Mortal Conflict

Written 7-13-06

Why do I do the things I do
Thinking I’m always done and through
Realizing changes that need to be made
Watching them fall, crumble and fade
Regretting the thought to understand
Knowing Ill fall with nowhere to land
With steps not taken and words left behind
Loathing this war between my heart & my mind


Written 12-7-06

Once in deep darkness without any light
Hopeless and weak, feeling anger and spite
Standing here now, so much more I can see
Holding onto Him; its no longer just me
His promise gives comfort; yes I may fall
I can't be perfect, I'll never please all
But I'll never stop growing, or be without truth
As long as Hes with me in all that I do