Tunnel VisionThere once an akward girl who had no friends and no one really knew herShe would walk around with her head down as if she was in shameBut truly she just couldn't bare to be looked in the eye for fear of looks she might getShe was blinded by her tunnel vision always walking a straight line never knowing where she was goingTill one day she heard a rumble in her little tunnel and saw that a crack was being formed she ran the opposite direction fearing change in her little tunnelWhen the crack finally collapsed it formed a hole in a shape of an odd heart and a gleaming glow beamed throughThe awkward girl just squinted her eyes as she tried to see trough the oddly heart shaped hole but she was out of luckHer attention was turned to something under the rumble that started to moveBut she didn't dare go near itWhen the strange thing arose it was an overly hyper girlThe awkward girl looked down and asked why she was hereThe Strange girl just looked at her and smiled and said "I want
The Imaginary FriendWhat is an imaginary friend?Someone you create to escape your boredomOr the first signs of insanityWhen your a young child and your parent's see you talk to yourself they automatically think that you have an imaginary friendBut what does this imaginary friend tell you to do?Most tell you lets have a race or play a game they let you win of courseWhat does mine tell me to do?Mine...Is my dark voice that tells me to steal and burn thingsShe's looks like a shadow figure of meAnd with a laugh so creepy it would make your hair's stand on endAll i see is her teeth when she gives me a crooked smileMost would think I was hearing voice and think i have some diesesBut can it be just my imagination working it's magicShould i listen to my dark self?Sure why not I'm bored
Point of view of the deadIt's the day of your funeral and you watch from you coffin as relatives cry and weep in front of youSaying prayers and leaving rosesThey pray that when god passes judgment on you his final verdict is that you go to heaven and are able to climb the golden stair caseAnd As you lay there you know there prayers are pointless because of all the evil you had done and never asked for forgivenessThe door on your coffin closes and you feel yourself being lifted and lowered into a holeAll the while hearing weeps and pleads for you to live againAnd all you can do is lay there and wait for your body to decay
The BirthdayThe day has come when you have lived another yearA day most celebrateBut why?This day just means your a year closer to deathIt's true that you have lived another year and have grown more wiseBut is a birthday really such a great thingA birthday means you have gone around the earth and are just gonna go around again and again until the day you dieWith each year that you live is a year of more responsibilities and more of your childhood goneSo is a birthday such a great thing.
The ShellShe sits and watches the world pass her by not daring to step out of her shellShe is afraid to leave the protective shell she has built over the years of neglectShe believes that if you stays in her shell she will be alright and live onThe shell protects her from ever being hurt from a once loved personThe shell is both her haven and her prisonProtecting her from the pain of rejection and imprisoning her from having a real life.She has a false reality that she can never live on if she leaves her shell
A tribute to MauroTo someone who is no longer with usHe was loved and sought after to befriendHe was someone who would make the darkest day shineNow that he is gone there is no one to take the darkness awayall that's left is a dark day and an even darker hole in his friends heartFor the people that knew himwhen you hear his name there will be a pain in your heartswhen you think back on the good times you had with him you will want to crybut do not shed tears he would have never wanted that he would have wanted you to be happybecause he was and always will be Mauro
Unhealed WoundsThere are people who show there emotions openly unafraid of being hurt, knowing that if their ever hurt they have friend who will tend to their wounds.Others who have no emotions theyve gone numb from abuse of the heart these people have been used, and lied to, theyve built a thick, icy, wall that seems unbreakable
Then there people like me who conceal there true feelings afraid if they show emotion they also show weakness, all we want is to have someone, anyone who will break the wall we have built over the years and tend to our wounds.