I Love You Today

Those three words.

I’ve said too much,

but it’s never enough.

I love you.

It’s a sad excuse,

for all the things I’ve done to you.

You could be happy,

I hope you are.

You’ve made me happier,

than I’ve been by far.

You’ve lifted me up,

on my own two feet.

For the tiniest moment,

It’s all untrue.

That I’ll never leave you,

that I’ll always be near you.

But I know that you’ve worked too hard,

for me to stop and not go forward.

I’m your master piece,

helping you paint me into the world.

I couldn’t just stop,

and leave me half done.

So I’ll continue on,

but in memory of you.

I’ll go to college,

and hear a bunch of noises.

The things they teach me,

only add small details.

The art work of me,

nearly completed by you.

Someday I’ll find a guy,

and he might make you cry.

Because he’ll want to take it,

your one and only masterpiece.

But you’ll let me go on,

and hope you’ve done me just right.

I’m here today,

under your golden rays.

Illuminated,

and standing forth proud.

Because I know you’re my one and only,

Mother.

So right now,

while we have time.

We’ll be the Gilmores,

and travel together.

Mother and daughter,

inseparable at all times.

We’ll walk in the world,

together in hand.

We’ll confront the mad Kirks,

and maybe meet a few Lukes.

But you will always paint on,

teaching me new things around town.

Where you lead,

I will follow.

Anywhere you go,

don’t leave me behind in Stars Hallow.

I guess what I’m trying to say is,

I love you today!

This, This Is It (this is from my past)

My mind is done worn out from a dangerous day filled with browns, blues, and gray

But my body wears on, it’s filled with all they’ve shoved in, a need, a desire to finish

Finish what I ask? These hoops, these lies, these hopes or dreams?

My expectations might just be the death of me or the birth of a new life, which I cannot say

When will my reality of dreams come to me,

Of time meaning nothing but a feeling so sweet? Bliss even on the cold bleak days.

My mind is done body drugged on, so when I breathe you in my heroin I can’t help but find a heaven of harmony, a paradise of bliss.

A presence near, an Angel filled with nervous fears but I don’t care I find paradise wrapped up in those words and songs I hear.

A heroin of my own, a thought, a touch, a whisper and I’m gone

She’ll take me only where she knows we want to go

Live on the height of the world and not a care of those below

Up in the sky wrapped up tight, a love so full and warming it brings nothing but our own special paradise

I have no fears, limits, expectations up here. I’m free with a peace, a calm and love within.

Just the sky, a world unto us and my Angel the stars reflected in those beautiful eyes, a soul to cherish for evermore.

World vs. Life

There is a definite line between the world and life.

Many people say that life sucks sometimes,

but it is not life they hate.

Life itself is pure,

clean,

and can only be pained by death.

What they mean to say is the world stinks.

There is also a misconception here.

The world is beautiful and only man destroys it.

The only way the world could stink is from men.

The world does not suck but rather the people in it.

Without man the world would be beautiful.

But if we did not exist on Earth what would we consider life?

Would life actually stink then?

Or does it truly depend on who we are surrounded with?

If anything man is at fault and who are to blame for making "it" stink.

Whatever "it" is.

Remember

Remember Me...

For who I am, for who I was, for who I am yet to be, remember me.

Remember my face, remember my laugh, remember my eyes, my ears, my nose, my mouth, my love, my pride, my voice...

Remember Me,
Remember me...For the words I speak for the words I spoke, remember who I am, where I am, and where I'll go, remember me.

I'll remember you for the time we shared for the laughter and love we felt. I'll remember you for you, as long as you do ...remember me.

Remember me, remember me; remember.

If You Believe I Can Too

A child needs someone to look up to, and naturally most kids look up to their mother or father. Whether they have a good or bad influence on them, it's just something children do. I consider myself a grownup now, but in the midst of all the searching and wondering and mystery that life offers, I'm still a child. A child seeking approval, and acknowledgment, and love.

As we wander through this life, in whatever we do, we are always looking for approval. In school or at our jobs we need to know that what we do is good. That it matters. That we matter. The greatest fear as human beings is to be unloved.

Sometimes we keep searching. We long for someone who believes in us other than our parents. We’ve all heard that “sometimes you can't make it on your own,” and most of the time we're just not brave enough to ask for help. We are ashamed because we're in need of something other than what we have on our own.

I wanted to be a giver more than a taker. But there's a time for both. There are times we're the ones who are asked to give and other times we take. We may be surprised in how easy it is to give to others, even when we feel like we're the ones in need.

What if all someone needed from us was to share pieces of ourselves? To share our pain, our fears, our dreams, our stories. If we believe that other people matter and we tell them that they do, then we have to also believe that there are moments we will have to accept it when we feel like we can’t.

We may just find ourselves respond by saying, “If you believe I can, then I think I can.”