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Youth of America


Youthful innocence flows through our veins,
prejudice and sexism burn like derailed trains.
Underlying pain is hidden in every crevise,
an urge to hide, like those before us.
Grim visions of the future swim in our minds,
everyday we fight against time.
No mercy for those lost on this crooked road,
death is the only reasurance of a lighter load.
In our bodies waves of passion crash,
but they tell us it's wrong to love like that.
Everyone talks about how they hate,
with this guidance, what kind of future can we make.
Covered with this sky of sadness and fear,
an endless road, with endless curves, and no way to steer.

  In you

I found myself in you,
a way to be who I always wanted to be,
but could never bring myself to.

I tasted tomorrow in you,
felt the future on your skin,
and found power and passion in your kiss.

At night when we danced, i felt the rhythm in you,
a beating drum, that only we could hear,
and steps that we alone could know.

Scattered in the present I find pain in you,
memories that tear away at me, and make me bleed,
bits of the past that yearn for a future in you.


Amazing view in Oregon

  Untitled

I apolagize for the things I have said,
and regret the arguments that I have led.
I apolagize for the tears I have cried,
and regret when I asked you if you had lied.
I apolagize if I ever kissed you for to long,
and regret the time when you are gone.
I apolagize if I love you more than I should,
and regret not holding you when I could.
I apolagize for your time that I take,
but I will never regret what we had made.


sunset in oregon

  Sleep

A deep wave of darkness,
a deafening silence.
A steep decent at a slow pace,
the same calm as a lovers embrace.    

For the longest time, as the day waves goodbye,
this cloud of peace taunts me, and begs me to cry.
There is no way to run or escape with this absence of light,
it will come ruthlessly, every night.

Sometimes slowly tearing away at your consciousness,
other times quickly pulling you under like unfinished business.
Down there where the air is scarce, you see things,
dreams like hidden messages in black smoke rings.


 



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