the world is full of many different kinds of peoples and many different kinds of life. in all this mixed up lives chaos reigns as the major factor. this is my own interpretations of it, and hope you like it. If not, let me know why because i am a rather curious fellow and will try to think differently to see why :P

the choice.

I have tried, to be loved,
i have tried to be a that one,
i have tried to be the special someone,
and all i get is pain.
each day i would think of them
would love their very thought,
wish to be with them,
just to be in their presence,
but i was a fool
ever and onward it seems,
my idiocy had no bounds,
until i got tired of it.
of the heartache,
the chaos, the pain,
all of it.
so now i am me,
a friend to the lost,
a counselor of the pained,
for all that i have been through,
it is the least that i could do.
pain may come from this,
but it isn't my own now,
and for all the good i can do.
i will renounce my love,
for the friendship it gains.
forever more it might be,
we will see.

Baby dragon

You litle dragon,
sitting there so quietly,
while all the world around you has broken
the family i have is shattered,
the house is rundown,
the whole world here is hell,
but little dragon, you still watch,
does anything affect you?
If i were to die right now,
would you even care?
I am the only one asking,
but I am curious why,
out of all the hell my life is,
of why i would even care about this,
I might be a bit crazy as to why,
But baby dragon, you kept me whole,
I have been to hell and back,
and you kept me here,
Stationed in a base of pain,
In a lair of chaos,
but i live.
I love,
I cherish my life,
So baby dragon.
Thank you,
If i never said it before,
i say it now.
I will rise from this,
And you will be proud.
of a boy from hell,
to a man of this world.

1st

does one ever truly lose,
the spark of your first love?
the lure of the emotions that you felt for them?
The sparkle in their eye,
the shine of their skin,
the feel of their hair,
the color of their locks,
it all comes together,
to make you fall for them,
But when you learn it isn't so,
that you are just a young fool
you let it go, knowing it so,
but you still hold on deep within,
not really sure why, but you do.
I have anyway,
and for all the good it has done,
I never lost it.
I know it still,
But bury it deep.
for it isn't to be.
she loves not me.

drifting

I once long ago,
saw the real you,
but each year that drifted by,
each time i saw you
you drifted farther from reality,
farther from what you are deep within
and I weep for that my friend.
you once were so beautiful,
a friend of true loyalty,
a person i proudly called my friend.
but as we drifted.
you aren't as real anymore,
you may think you are,
you may feel you are on the right,
but looking deep in your eyes.
you are lying to yourself,
and i hope it doesn't hurt to much,
when you realize this yourself.
that you are being led away,
from that which you should hold to most.
so please remember your soul,
and be free from the rot

Song of a wish

Sweet bird who sings
what is it you see so well
that we as mortals below
can only hope to glimpse
for bird you are so far away
yet for me you sing so clear
listening to what you say
so close it seems my dear
of the beauty of the earth,
of the wind on your wings
whatever you sing of sweet bird
it makes me wish for more