a couple

patience is a virtue
and though it hurts
it wont hurt you
its a quiet time
where you search you
for what you look through
a little bit of patience
can make you feel complacent
angry antsy tired
and also quite the patient
wether sick, sad, or sarrow
take a moment and barrow
some time for today
that you need for tomarrow
and when tomarrow arives
if your still alive
just thank the father
and continue the ride


ok i hate this and im stopping
i dont know why i havent felt like writing but its really starting to make me mad
maybe ill just write about that
and im sick of rhyming
im giving up on rhyming
it drives me up the wall
it makes me want to slowly pull every hair out of my head
arg
ok lets try something else

what do you do when the words wont come
when your sitting alone
lost in the moment
when know one can know
exactally that feeling
when your body shivers
and your heart aches
when your mind reals
and your eyes burn
when the tears wont come
though you know they are there
theyre hiding to
leaving you alone
so you look to the languange
of words and emotion
and you start to form lines
patiently slowly
letting them build
upon them selves
till you have a tower
that kind of displays
that feeling
the sarrow
that anger
and saddness
the lost lonelyness of you
where your insides bleed crimson
and your outside bleeds tears
where you call upon the lord
but you dont trust your intentions
so you hide from the answer
afraid of what youve asked
and what it will bring back to you
so you go deeper into that feeling
till it seeps into your bones
and it creaks in your ears
with every movement
where every breath is a meloncholy
inhalation of sarrow
that fills your lungs
and slowly pumps that feeling
to ever part of your body
so you call on him again
not sure of your intentions
and you afraid of the answer
because you hate the question
so you try to hide deeper in the feeling
but you cant
because slowly
that feeling has become you
and you are that feeling
every cell
every molocule
every movent
every thought
so you scream to your maker
to save you from your self
and in time he answers
when your own your knees
when your begging and pleading
and tears wet your cheeks
as your teeth clench
and the sobs rock your body
you scream
and he hears you
and he calls back
telling you his been calling on you
but you refused to listen
and the fear grips you
tightens like a vice
but he will stay faithful
no matter how many times
you pull away
run away
hide away
and embrace
that feeling

*sigh*

i really havent felt like writing
the words just dont seem to inviting
i feel like my petals are falling
as falls falling in inside me
but dutifully i stick to my task
though i have nothing but my empty flask
a soul that is hurting
and a first that feels like the last
some times old times
haunt you in slow times
its easy to fall pray
when your waiting in short lines
the deffinition has been blurred
by thoughts of the obserd
but still i sit here writing
all my thoughts in words

blaine needs?

Blaine needs help once a month getting errands accomplished
Blaine needs his head checked out
Blaine needs humorous studio images
Blaine needs to spread the fieldout more, and call some pass plays
Blaine needs to resolve this problem now
Blaine needs a kick in the ass and this could be it
Blaine needs to research all avenues
Blaine needs a student, one who has no prior Spanish learning
Blaine needs to get a life
Blaine needs to complete his realistic portrayal
Blaine needs a copy of our certificate of insurance
Blaine needs to have a balanced tax base of business and residential
Blaine needs to be rotated at 90

i saw this and thought it would be awesome. my middle name is blaine and i thought the stuff was more intresting than jon. if you wanna do this fun exercise just do a search for what you need!

dandelions

this sone reallys inspired me lately. its by five iron frenzy, old skool i kno. but i love this song so its the insperation and base for this poem today. so heres the lyrics to the original song. then ill write my part

In a field of yellow flowers, Underneath the sun, Bluest eyes that spark with lightning, Boy with shoes undone. He is young, so full of hope, Reveling in tiny dreams, Filling up, his arms with flowers, Right for giving any queen. Running to her beaming bright, While cradling his prize. A flickering of yellow light, Within his mother's eyes. She holds them to her heart, Keeping them where they'll be safe, Clasped within her very marrow, Dandelions in a vase. She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds. All hope is found. Here is everything he needs. Fathomless your endless mercy, Weight I could not lift. Where do I fit in this puzzle, What good are these gifts? Not a martyr, or a saint, Scarcely can I struggle through. All that I have ever wanted, Was to give my best to you. Lord, search my heart, Create in me something clean. Dandelions You see flowers in these weeds. Gently lifting hands to heaven, Softened by the sweetest hush, A Father sings over his children, Loving them so very much. More than words could warrant, Deeper than the darkest blue, More than sacrifice could merit, Lord, I give my heart to you.


as my petals
begin to wilt
i wonder how
i ever dealt
how i could survive
with out your breath
with out you
i have nothing left
my petals fall
and my leaves wither
i need you father
to make me bigger

lord take my life
make me grow up
in your love
show me how god
i need you so much

dear father
youve saved me
your love
recreates me
when i was dying
dried in the sun
you came and took me
made me strong
so now father
as i slowly fade
i need you again
your love and grace

lord search
my heart
create in me
something clean
dandiloins
you see flowers
in these weeds

gotta write
gotta write
gotta make
these words seem right
even if theyre not comin
ill force em out tonight

lately its been all bad
nothing good comes from my lips
lately ive been all sad
feel like im losing my grip
but thats how it goes
im starting to sleep
get cought in the lulls
i need you now father
when im feeling my worst
i need you when im good
but now please heal this hurt
im freed from the sin
but i keep falling back in
im freed from the pain
but its still there the same
still full of regrets
lifes still blood and sweat
im hoping for something
but aint got nothing yet
i kno its not you
i always have acted a fool
why does it surprise me
to be cought in these lies please
father free me
damn this is hurting
please father catch me
its all feeling uncertain
im fallin and fallin
but not getting a grip
pick me up father
now that ive slipped