Teenage

I want to fly up high
High into the sky
Spread my wings and reach up
Reach up so high until I reach God
And the I would ask him all my questions
Hug him and come back down to Earth .

Poverty I abominate you…

Just because you hear a song
Doesn’t mean you don’t have to move along
The rhythm beneath the words
Are the things to release your birds
Your birds are your worries
Your worries are your stories
Where your dreams turn to shining beams in your soul

I love the ketchup
A lot like I love dogs
All dogs love ketchup
And ketchup loves all dogs
The ketchup’s always saying,
“The dog is my best friend.”
The dog is always barking,
“The ketchup is the best”
I love the way the ketchup tastes,
I love to play with dogs
I love to eat the ketchup on every bite of food
The dog is always barking,
“Please give me all your food.”
I always say to doggie,
“Oh, I’m sorry doggie,
you ate refrigerator,
with all my ketchup there,
but now I’m hungry,
and gonna eat my ketchup
and never give you any.”

I say hi and goodbye
but not tonight
I’m lost and scared
afraid of the monsters
when you come I will be safe
until then I will wait

Faith is a trunk with a latch
The trunk is full of value and hope
It is full of mystery for you’re not aware of a catch
Before deciding to delve in you must scope
out the the risk of revealing the secrets inside

Faith is full of the unseen and unknown
As well as trials and joys
Without it, though, you’ll be all alone
But God is helping you keep your poise
Without faith you would be doomed forever more

Faith can’t be seen, but you know it is there
God has written your name in the book of life
You did it by asking him into your heart through prayer
Now share his love with everyone, never showing any strife
All of it will be yours if you take the trunk and pull out your faith

Anxiety

is a hole in your soul

it is a circle, never ending and gray

the taste of salty tears burning in the back of your

throat

the remains of a camp fire itch in your nose

Anxiety

punches holes in your confidence and makes

your heart rip

remember how we used to bend reality like it was taffy bending through our fingers?

we would be Ninjas and be masters of the most complex martial arts

remember how we used to be told not to stare at the sun?

never did because we were scared that we would be blind forever

remember when we would tell ghost stories?

never realizing that one day we will become ghosts ourselves

no one ever thinks that their life is the best life

no one is ever satisfied

because nothing is ever screwed down it is only screwed up.

this missing piece of you is like a never-ending hole that expands every time i think about Donny

A strawberry can always make you merry,
on a sweet day with so many it’s wary.

You sit outside having the perfect date,
of strawberries and cream sitting on your plate.

It’s so warm your skin is turning red,
just like the berries you imagine in your head.

Is this all a dream or is it real?

Maybe the red strawberry is in bed while you’re in their head.

You’re imagining a wonderful dream,
one so great you’ll want to redeem.

While a strawberry screams in a nightmare of being tossed on a plate
for your unnecessary date.

Bite marks cover their skin,
from the white teeth you dig in.

Brutally devoured your strawberry goes.
Not once thinking about its crying crows.

I was always told to live life to the fullest
to not let anyone influence you,
the way you think,
what you do with yourself

I was always told to not mess up
to be perfect,
to be the person that never gets in trouble
but things happen

I was always told to be the best that I can be
to never do anything wrong,
but along the way,
things happen

Is it really all that bad to not be perfect?
Is it really all that bad to get in trouble?
Is it really all that bad to do things wrong?
Is it really all that bad to be yourself?

No.
Live like you want
Not how you are told by teachers
Not by parents
Not by friends

For that matter
are you even wrong,
what’s the definition of wrong
what makes you wrong or right?

Who makes the rules for what you do?
Live for yourself
Be an individual
Follow your beliefs
And you’ll never be wrong