But...

It's time to fly away,
time to save the day.
But who rescues the hero?
Get yourself straight
and lose that blasted hate.
But why does it turn to self?
Learn from loss at the least
and heal yourself with sky blue tears.
But why do they say you're angsty?
Sing and dance
as if this day is your last.
But when is it time to stop?
Give as good as you get,
the easiest lesson as of yet.
But what if you forget caution?
Run the race of the life
and definitely don't sit and hide.
But where does it end?
Live your life as you see fit
and make sure you chase your own gift.
But...how?

Inner Battle

The scratch of a pen
across the page of memory...
The press of broken dreams
cutting the mind's defense...
All the while, it begins to shake
and a pair of red eyes open in bleak gray.
Fighting for self control,
is a quest for mind and heart...
Losing only to yourself
it is still a fatal flaw...
Then begins the very end
of all you know or thought.
Blows that bruise your very soul
come bullet fast and don't stop...
Knives that drain the color
from your brave and fearless face...
They simply cannot quit
for the may allow the victory of IT.
Suddenly a single ray
of blinding, beautiful white...
Lighting this fearful place
that is called the back of your mind...
The blows suddenly end and the cuts
stop spewing blood. Faith has won again.

Growing Up

I miss the innocence of my youth
when I never had to worry about the truth.
Going out to play and have fun;
not knowing the real world had begun.

As I sit and work
feeling as if swallowed by a giant shirt,
I wish I could escape and be free.
If I could, I'd go sit in a tree.

Now, everyone I know doesn't understand
what I wish I still had in the palm of my hand.
I wish I could go out and play
but I'm too old, they say.

Running from Demons

whirly whirly go around
spin spin fall down
cry cry little baby
fight fight crazy lady
run run pass everyone
there there go back by
fall fall stay down
no no stop that flight
move move another try
hurt hurt won't you learn
yell yell let me be
evil evil never leave
burn burn crush her down
fire fire burning 'round
so so up again
lose lose give up fool
rush rush can't stop now
trip trip bruised again
hah hah you lose
up up what the...

True Worth of Friends

Fallen from lights to darks
the landing bruises the heart.
In the darkness of the shadows,
the bruised one wanders, lost.

"Where is the light? Why am I
trapped in endless lies?
I've lost it all! Nothing remains
for me to keep in memory's savings!"

Looking up, the tears are visible
on the person's face. Weariness
is obvious as the one decides
to control the last of his fate.

Before he can shoot, his life flashes
past. Seeing all the hurt just causes
tears. But, one memory, he's amazed.
"Are those tears of mine from LAUGHING??"

From a mystic rewind, he looks again
and sees himself standing
around with his friends.
Then he sees what really happened.

He looks at the gun,
and remembers his friends.
"I have more than I thought...
this can't be the end!"

The gun lies forgotten,
for the next tempted.
Please, be a friend
to keep death from happening...

Mid Class Boredom

Blame computer's full of itself,
trying to force its way on someone else.
There's nothing you can do
except what it wants you to.

It traps you on the same problem for an hour;
it's like getting caught in a snare of leather!
Even the sharpest knife fails to cut through
and the same problem it gives to you.

Waiting for the clock to hit 2:15...
even when the class is just starting!
Windows to the rear offer an escape.
But really! Who wants to land on concrete?

Close your eyes; take a deep breath
and try not to curse it or yourself.
Just look at it this way....
you won't have to see it the next day...

Newspaper Ad

WANTED--a mind
that can be on duty at all times.
Must be able to figure out Math
AND write for all English tasks.

Also must be able to have a good time
sitting around; counting beats for a rhyme.
Preferred that the rhymes are good
but not required, except on a blue moon.

It's Always the Same

Yes, I know you hurt.
The pain seems to be the worst.
You have no way to know what to do.
It's always the same for you.

Your tears evaporate
while you cause so much pain.
You know it goes back to you,
but it's always the same.

The angel inside cries for release
You ignore it, to say the least.
It knows you will, but tries again.
It's always the same.

The fire in your eyes
matches the rage in your veins.
It's always there,
and it's always the same.

An Exchange with Chaos

...You want to WHAT? Talk to ME?
Do you even know what it is you're asking??
...Fine. You will get your wish, but don't forget
You asked for this exchange and WILL be in debt.

Looking, all one sees is a demon.
Just another creature of Chaos' leigon.
What I used to be is what they can't see.
...Yes, before I threw away my freedom's key.

A Warrior of the Emerald, Aeliran by name...
-You call ME a liar?! You say I can't be the same?!-
...Don't interrupt! My patience, MORTAL, is very slim!
You asked for this exchange! Now SIT AND LISTEN!

...Rrrgh, what was I saying? Ah yes, my name.
I was Aeliran...Don't start. I don't play that game...
I, the warrior, with the Keeper by my side...
...STOP INTERRUPTING! I HAVE TOLD NO LIE!

MY MEMORIES ARE MY REMINDER,
BECAUSE I ENDED UP STAYING HERE!
THEY'RE ALL I HAVE LEFT, MORTAL! NOW LET ME
FINISH MY STORY!!

(hehheh, your time is waning...)
Anyhow, like I was saying,
The Emerald Keeper, was my friend.
Unfortunately, his life was torn form him in battle.

You know the story, Jewel Warriors and their Keepers should never be split. Seeing Mylin there
Dead...the mind bond ripped...
In pain and in mourning, I went WILD!

Warriors, their side and mine, all went down
In the ensuing massacre. I-I-I couldn't stop...
(did you say you wanted to go downtown?
better do so, i'm giving you the chance to escape...)

The ancients finally caught me, and ripped my wings.
They were fire color; and torn from me...Did it sting?
Grief, the pain!...Enough to drive me worse INSANE!
(you'll know the feeling soon enough, darling)

After they did that, they put me in a cell to execute.
With all my options lost, and not knowing the truth,
I threw my last hope away. Gave myself to Chaos.
If I'd known better, I'd have never believed...Stars...

So, now you have it. What I was.
And I think that we have talked enough!
I gave you chances you never took...
Now you're mine! Come!...What do you mean?...

Oh yes, I warned you, told you that you'd be in debt.
Gave you warnings when your time was short,
Even would've let you escape!
...Ah yes, sounds like me. Heh! You'd have never...

Interpretation

A heartbeat is the rhythm.
Dance then, darlin'!
Your life is your stage.
Dance away your rage.
      The drums to learn the beat.
      Like you'll never feel the heat.
      Your love is the spotlight.
      In secret, if not real life.
Your mind is the canvas.
Others call it madness.
Continue your work.
Do not allow hurt.
      Your knowledge is your paint.
      You feel your masterpiece ain't.
      Ignore those who cannot see.
      Finish your art, even the 'old tree'.
Your role is yourself.
Keep playing it tough.
Your audience may be a mirror.
But it doesn't really matter.
      Your act is your own.
      Like you're all alone.
      It gets tough; you wish to be alone.
      "The show must go on."
Writer, keep your words flowing.
Keep on going.
Do you write for yourself?
You'll understand what is left.
      It all will want you to stop.
      People may scoff, a lot.
      The effort may well leave you torn.
      If you stop, the critics will have won.

First, not Worst

Do you not think I know you're lying?
Or that your false love is dying?
I'm well aware how far down you'll go
And, Boy, I'm stronger than you know.

Do you really think I'll play dumb
Forever? That my common sense is gone?
You haven't knocked me off my feet.
I have no reason to admit my defeat.

You're always bragging of girls from the past;
If the match was so good, then why didn't it last?
You REALLY want me to believe they all died?
Heh, two points. You tried.

You know you're the first boyfriend ever
In my life. I think all you want is my honor.
You failed to hurt me with your revenge,
And I'm laughing at you with my friends.

Runaway Train

Fire and rain.
Love and pain.
They collide like a runaway train.

Thoughts fly by.
No reason to sit and cry.
Can't catch them even if you try.

Your fight goes on.
Weight on you might be a ton.
Never quit! Don't let them say they won!

You may be weary.
Of people. You still may be leery.
Try to remember that tormentors fear ye.

Amidst all your trials.
Don't forget, you will trip over holes.
But still there are. Ways to net. Your goals.

You can find your inner strength.
You will be free.
All you must do. Is hold your belief.

Fire and rain!
Love and pain!
You CAN catch. That runaway train.

Know Your Surroundings

Lazy wheels start to creak
then, faint and weak,
a small seed implants
in a dreamy mind that's in a trance.

Eyes suddenly turn black as night
a tiny body readies for a fight
Watching potential opponents like a hawk
silently. As if it can't talk.

Those not having a clue about what's happening
may-dangerously-take a seat in blissful unknowing.
Getting a nervous twinge they turn and see
nothing but a simple tree.

Ears sweep back; no one sees!
The demon-kitty from Hades!
Crazy cat's on a catnip trip.
With a pounce, it snags a piece of fluff with a flip.