Turning, turning
Never find the exit
Open your eyes
To end this long visit
On this planet
I must give you credit
In this darkness
I know it can be hard
But just trust me
Let down that goddamn guard
You’ll make it out
Keep in mind you’ll be scarred
I’ll try not to
But it’s you in control
You sought me out
When you jumped down the hole
I’ll get you through
At the cost of your soul

December 9, 2015

A Daughter’s Decision

In the small city she’s always lived
Lana spends most time working at a bar
Ran by her uncle, her mother’s brother
The only father figure in her life thus far

A man walks in, sits down at the bar
He has Lana’s eyes, it’s plain to see
He gives a name, and Lana’s brows raise
She smiles at him. “You’re looking for me?”

“My name is Jim, and you are my sister.
We share a father, the man you don’t know.
Would you like to meet him? You should.
He wants to meet you. He’s dying, though.”

Lana goes, not sure what to expect
She’s always wondered about this man
She wanted to meet him, yell in his face
But him on his deathbed ruins the plan

She tries to be mad, explain her pain
But as he’s dying of failed kidneys
She can’t drag his mood down lower
And she puts her plans on freeze

He needs a donor, but none have matched
Lana knows she could get tested
But she hates the stranger before her
She never wanted so much invested

She’s a match, but doesn’t want to donate
He doesn’t deserve it, and he knows why
Jim doesn’t blame her, says he’d do the same
But she can’t willingly let a human die

She finally decides to give him a kidney
She doesn’t know if it’s to get to know him
Or to be able to let him know her pain
Or if because he was a great father to Jim

December 12, 2015

Betrayed Friendship

Whenever I was in trouble, a hand you would lend.
You were always there; you were my one true friend.
I took for granted what you always did for me,
Though there’s guilt, so strong, can’t you see?
The one time you actually needed my aid,
I did not show, and a friendship I had betrayed.
I was selfish, I was cruel.
Thought I was just too cool.
Now there’s no hand to lend;
Now there’s no one true friend.


Lost Dream

Everyone has a dream,
Whether you follow it is up to you.
If you follow your dream,
Good things will come.
If you ignore your dream,
You will never know.
Does it become forever lost?
Or does it linger on?
Tearing at your soul, wishing to be free,
Or does it live peacefully in your heart?


How So?

Apparently everything happens for a reason.
If so, then there are times when maybe
I’d rather not know the reasons.
Death happens, but what reason is good enough?
Did fate just not want the world to include that person?
Or did God just think that the people who loved that person
Should be punished by having to live without him?
No good reason behind death.

Apparently change is good.
But what if it was perfectly fine before?
Why change what needs not to be?
If a great friend was find just the way she was,
Why is it good that she changed into a bad one?
What reason was there for that, too?
Did great and wonderful fate have something against
The people who had this person as a great friend,
And found the need to ruin that great friend?

Everything happens for a reason.
When something happens, it changes.
Change is good.
So things happen for the better, right?
A ruined best friend and death
Happened for a reason, and, according to this,
Changed for the good.
How so?



There he is, that lonely little friend from within
We used to be so close; inseparable
I was his only friend, and he mine
My parents hated him, but he made me happy
Then I met her, my once-true best friend
She kept him away, made me feel real
She made me realize he was the problem
Time went by, and she proved to be fake
When she left me, he came back, took over
The truth was clear to me then
She was the only problem, a big lie
He was there for me when I was alone
I’ll never doubt him again, I’ll never leave
My friend from deep within is all I need

April 12, 2010


A ridiculous act,
The “emo” thing.
A fashion statement:
Wear scars as bling.
They say it relieves
Pain from within.
Use scissors, a knife,
A blade, or a pin.
If you just show it off,
You simply are fake.
If it makes you feel better,
Do it for your own sake.

April 12, 2010