autumn
as the flowers bloomed white
my heart did the same
as her eyes turned into a small, curved line.

autumn
as her fingers grazed against my hand
static charges were exchanged
and i felt like i just left land.

autumn*
as the car kept the left lane
she finally told me that
jane, was her name.

**and all this while,
i thought i'd expect the 4 seasons
because she had it all,
and she made me feel different stages of pleasure.

What is happening to the world?
People are killing,
children are dying,
and we are just sitting.

There's not much to do. There's not much to give.

I understand.
But have we forgotten about our mouths? The mouth that God gave us, and the mouth that God is taking away from an innocent child?

There's not much to do. There's not much to give.

But have we forgotten of our hands? The hands that God gave us, the ones that God is taking away from an innocent, helpless teenager?

There's not much to do. There's not much.. to give.

What about our heart? The ones we're so caught up in filling it up with another person's words, empty. The heart that is stopping due to a fight with a fellow citizen.

It only takes a prayer. All you need is your hands, head and heart in it.
There's so much to say, and so much to think about.

That really can be good enough.

Clasp your hands together and stop thinking about the money you're losing, for just a minute. And cherish your family, cherish your fortune, and friends.


Cherish.

**And never stop thanking.

does it have to bring death for you to appreciate my presence?:


**** people and the way their minds work. mine too. i'm ******.
WE ALL ARE. think of it. i only think of good people when they're
dead, at times. what the **** is that for? why couldn't i have taken
a few minutes of my spacious life to think of an innocent person when
i could have? why do i have to waste my time being sad for a corpse?
what's the point in that?

it's not too late to think of how great Michael Jackson was when he was here.
how Mahatma Gandhi did so much for India.
and how my best friend was so ill-treated before she died, but it's fine.
save it for the people you still have beside you.

would you listen to arctic monkeys
and sit behind a pine tree
while we just be free
with me?

she collapsed
  as the center of gravity



                                 left

she twirled in a circle as she raised her glass higher,
her whole body lifted along
no one has ever seen her pull an all nighter,
and her dress wasn't very long

she slumped onto the table,
her glass fumbling and not falling
her eyes were not very able,
to see her friends calling

she whispered under her breath,
"i'm okay, i can go on"
her eyes shifting towards the left,
"it's alright, the road's still long"

she pressed her lips' to male's,
her hands wandered under a shirt
she pulled away and he said "tipsy tail"
and he took her hand away to flirt

and suddenly
what i want becomes something redundant

why?
why does it have to be?

and yet
you're so indecisive at times

and yet
you can be so vague

but
you, you still want me to do what you want

why?
why do i have to?