We run this show

Take my fleeted feelings
And steal my broken heart
If I am to stop dazing
It would definitely be a start

I give you this poem
There's not much doubt
That you'll simply, in one gaze,
Figure it out

My mind's been occupied by senses
Which usually disappear
When the time comes to driving or
jobs, when I needed the cheer

But, It really is strange,
That i've started to gaze
These days, not stars,
It drives me to craze

I keep my mind closed,
So i get no interference
But, as an observer....
I notice, as opposed to evanescence

Guess I'm still longing
Though determined to break free
Hope it'll turn to branch
Of just another tree

I hope the poem speaks for itself

What is it?

What is this feeling?
That I feel forever bound
Was this my whole life?
It's not right, the ugly, gore sound

Why do I even need to?
I've lived without this
But now, it's slowly coming out?
NO! Dont please!.....................

What you've said,

What you've said to me was really sweet
No other words yet had meant so deep
And is yet to be beat
By what comes from you, it will sweep
Away all the bad feelings that used to inhabit this feeble heart o' mine

And What you've said, enlightened me
It kept me assured, relaxed and full of regret
You're words, powerful enough to increase my feelings for you a whole,new degree
And so, to you, i owe you a great debt,
Once again, (you don't know, but) you've made everything fine

Disappearance

Ahh,, why does it happen so consistently now?
when you are gone or I'm fast asleep?
Not a surprise to hear, you were doin something
Or I'm dreaming deeply

And after one whole day, I already want to make it up
The times I missed and slept through,, even if its just a "sup"
Ahhh,, times are again fleeting so uncontrollably
Thinking about this much,, though i only thought about it slightly

Ahhh

You were gone again, and I'm by myself
I was supposed to sleep with my ever droopy eyes;
however, I do not know,, maybe im just overcome
Again,, no matter, one last thought before I sleep

Doesnt Matter

You know, these poems of mine,,
Doesn't matter if you see it
Because, I'm just writing about my emotions

If you do see it, I hope you're impressed
Or feeling the same way

These, I want you to know or maybe not
but, tell me, if you do see it,, so I can be aware
That You've already seen it,

When the time comes, I know, I'm bad with time
Let me unfold these feelings unto you

~~~~ Already missing you

Please?

Well, sometimes it bothers me
Sometimes it does
The way you brush my hand away
And the way you dash

I just want to hold you tight and
Walk slow and enjoy your company
But, you're way too nervous
And, you're way too canny

I want to spend time with you
Because, time at school really isn't it
How we can be together,
And hug and hold as we see fit

Sometimes, I'm overcome,,
And longing for you every time
Can't believe I have this overflowing feelings
Way past Valentine

Keep me in your head,
You're definitely already in mine
Maybe our destiny
was meant to intertwine?

~let me hold you ^.^

We're both stubborn

I want to drop you off
I want to have a date rather than playing tennis
I want to kiss you
I want to hug you for long just outside your door
I want to always hold your hand when i'm driving
I want to always see you

You want to keep it a secret
You want to not risk anything
You want to wear those crocs
You want me to not carry your bag
You want me to try to save money for myself
You like to brush away my hand at times
You like making fun of me

Though you don't want a hug, it just makes me want to hug you more

hm

The hand clicks as they point towards the inner southeast, and the short one moves as fast as a turtle, though short ones tend to be fast, but this one was slow, slower than I imagined and that lengthened my thoughts. Mini games and entertainment, those occupied me, but they were not enough. Something was still desperately coming to mind. I will persevere, but those thoughts were useless, for it still did come out though I didn't want it to take all the space. Wishing You were There.

Trials

These past of few days
We were full of questions
Full of problems
And lastly, of frustrations

We've gotten to thinking
About this game of love
But We've thought too much
With no help from above

And so, our lives go on
With a doubt about
What should we do
In this confusing bouts

And yet, nothing can be done
Only to talk about it
For this break has separated us
And tempted some to quit

But, Ive urged them to stay on path
To stay about this love games
Cuz you'd be forgetting your happiness
And be depressed all the same

If anything should be done,
For now it is to wait
And everything would follow suit
And then u can walk ahead, straight

Dont falter, Dont give up
This just might be a test
Relax and try to assess later
For now, You should just rest

Yup, I guess

Today, I've been here
Thinking about you
So I hope that you
were thinking about me too

Today, I realized so much better
That I've come to really, really like you
With words crossing my mind that I should say
But all I've said, they are true

You were gone most of the day
And I really wanted to see u for some reason
I was at home all day, so I
Was not very close to that goal at all
That's why i made this poem

Hahaha,, Though i've already said all i needed
Theres the empty feeling still
Hope I see you soon
I want to see you still

Confusion that lies everywhere

This is what a school is.

Big, long blackboards
Light, sturdy desks
You keep it neat,
But soon turns to mess

There are bright, colorful posters
That hangs all around
Ignored by most students, because
It never looks profound

Scattered, old books and
Cabins that are full of them
It's never used for good
Unless instructed

So many things linger the halls,
So there are so many distractions
But what can be less thrilling?
It is the numerous instructions

Write over here, and write over there
Copy this, that, and that over there
It would be of no use if you stop and stare
So, keep your pencils moving, unless you dare

Dare not to listen,
To what your teacher has to say
So, you keep on playing with pencils and paper
Or whatever comes your way

Paper hearts and paper balls
Paper planes and paper shreds
You stop a little,
Listening at what the teacher had said

Ahhh, you know it well,
From previous experiences
That you will get
One of those "touche" speeches

You nod in agreement
And soon shake it off
Until you've been inpired
By someone you've admired

Then, real learning emerges

Fit black pens, along with
Matching whiteouts
Long, Dark lead
In mechanical pencils
But, let's not forget the
Scientific calculators
Accurate protractors
And Fancy stencils

This long road ahead,
Filled with mental road blocks
It challenges the brain,
Getting you out of that box

We'll know very soon,
That you have grown accomplished
And that you've used all,
That you've learned in school,
You will then live in prestige.

The Filthy Forest

Came by a frog,
I've said hello,
He was a friend of mine
From before

His name was Coco
He was cool and fat
Used to hang with him
Quite a Lot

We got to the talking
After, had not much to do
We felt hungry,
So we started to look for food

He took me into
A forest with a shining light
Trees everywhere, rays through leaves
It was such a sight

Until we came to the
Wretched Swamp

After getting there, an obstacle
We were stumped

Hunger and fatigue
Shook us and
In the same time,
Laziness strikes

With great luck,
We see a man
Bought from him a carcass
The freshest he can

With that we lured some insects
Those that flew blindly
But some were too smart
They were flying to flee

But still, we caught so much
We filled our stomachs to its depths
We thought our feast was over
But a fly flew in, changed our mind instead

We argued of who wanted
This fly that was stupid
I tried to catch it
But it was too elusive

Crazy little fly
A great coffin you've dug
But it's okay,
It was just a bug

Crash!!

******I'm going to try a poem with no rhyme

1 hour and 30 minutes
That was not that long, ryt?
But Something came over me
A Cold Wind, Strikes
An Overflowing Chill,
It Creeps over me

Increasing Fatigue,
Growing Weakness,
Overhead Pain,
Lightheaded feelings,
There was just no end to
These Feeble feelings

I was soaring and tumbling
As my journey leads the way
My destination?? Unknown
My Strength slowly draining out of my body
I just sat there,, alone
Staring into a screen
Back Straight, and home clothes
my shirt? From a 5k run
my shorts? they're for sports
They were not enough protection
I continue my wait,, endless anticipation
Playing with my thumbs as I go
The Wait was long, and the ride,,
The ride felt longer,,
As my head bounced against the window,,
I lie there unconsciously,,
A dummy made of flesh
Shaking and Moving,,
Like an Empty Box
There were no jingles,,
There were none,,
For nothing was inside this being
A waste of Space

As I got home,, there!!
The bed was spotted
I slapped the fan silly
And turn its knobs
Its engines roared
A memento of a car
And then a Crash
Ambulances come and people yelling
Police Cars driving around
Should I call for help??
They're already here
I'll yell for help
I'll do it!! I'll find a way!!
I was hurt, injured, can't move my leg
I held it, It hurts
At least in my dreams ^.^

There we go people,, How is it?? This was about the time I waited in the Mall. The mall,, as cozy as it was for some people,, was not so enjoyable after practice. If you've read the poem correctly, I felt sick. I couldn't really think much. I hope you enjoyed it 0.<..... I'll wait for comments

Stories?

I have never really
Made a story before
That captured imagination
And was solid to the core

A story that I make
Wouldn't have much influence
It never covered all angles
As if the writer was very dense

I've never made a story
That ruptured someone's thinking
My stories are only interesting
In those three seconds between your blinking

Why now? Should I start
This complicated task
Would the spotlight give me attention?
A place to bask?

The prediction of the future
Tells me it might be bad
It IS made by me,
A more than normal lad

Oh well, we'll just see what happens
As I TRY to make this story
Hope it comes out well and productive and great
And never become boring