A thought
It could be anything
Cars
Video games
Books
A fun word
It's fun to see where thoughts
Go
If allowed to wander
They usually
Go
To sleep
Go
To perverted matters
They are not
Easily
Controllable
But they can be.
Or at least
I'd guess.
I plan to make
No
Effort to control
This stream of
Emotions
Ideas
Life
Because that ruins the
Fun.

I don't often feel
Sad
And if I do
I can replace it
Quickly
With many things.
I have other
Feelings
That I prefer
And it isn't difficult
For me
To choose
Not
To be sad.
I do not
Cry
Partially because
I cannot
Easily.
Perhaps I am
Cried out?
I used to
Cry
But I don't
Now.
I have outlets
To release emotion
And a couple
People
To talk to.
I don't even have to tell people
About my problems
Because they are minor
And I feel
Odd
Awkward
Ashamed
To bring it up
Even if I am asked.
So even a friendly
Conversation
Helps
Even if the person is unaware
Of their impact
On my life.
I wonder
If these people know
How much I appreciate
Them
Love
Them
I want to help them.
With their worries
I want to improve their moods
But sometimes I need
Help
Myself.
Because no one
Is strong enough
Alone.

I worry.
I am not sure
Why.
There really is no reason
For me to be worried
But
I am.
I have always preferred
Logic
Over feelings
And sometimes
I wish logic would
Control
My feelings.
Because my worrying
Has no logic
No reason
Nothing
But if I can't use logic
What
Can I use?

Sometimes
If I don't spend enough time
With myself
The voice in
My head
Stops being
Mine.
Your voice
Is yours
Hold onto it
Don't take the voice
Of someone
Else.

I am always
Reaching
Stretching
Yearning
To hold you.
To touch you.
To love you.
But I always feel
Like I can't quite get
To you.
But.
I will never
Ever
Stop trying
To get to you
To change your life
To enrich you
To be with you
Even if I never can
I will always try
Should the day come
When you reach back.

Prejudice
Is the scourge
Of mankind.
We can
Hate
A person
Before we talk to them.
That is in no way
Right.
It is in every way
Wrong.
I want a different
Type
Of prejudice.
I want to pre-judge
Everyone
As beautiful
Lovely
Redeemed
Forgiven
And
I want to love them
Before I even speak to them
Or hear them speak.
Before I know their name.
Or who they are.
My very own
Prejudice.

He is alive.
My life is renewed.
My faith is restored.
He is alive.
I cannot be more
Happy
He is alive.
Everyday.
He saves.
He protects.
He sacrifices.
He forgives.
He cleanses.
What could possibly be
hateful
About that?

Physical distance
Bothers me.
But I can
Work with it
And deal with it.
Mental distance
*****.
I have trouble
Dealing with it
And working
With it.
I'm glad we don't have
The mental kind.

Sometimes
I am stuck between
Truth
And the liar.
I know who
The truth is
As well as
The liar.
It's constantly obvious
To me.
But Sometimes I
Choose the liar.
I can't help it.
I don't want to.
But that's the thing.
Lies can be
Deceptively attractive.

People.
I love them all.
They scare me.
They are beautiful, amazing creatures.
They are capable of so much love.
Yet the same amount of hate.
That is free will.
We have the choice
But we often choose
To hurt others
And ourselves.
Killing unborn children
Instead of giving them
To parents who are
Unable to have their own
Or have enough love to go around.
Dropping bombs
Just to pummel someone else into
Surrender.
I surrender.
I will lay down my life
To give others theirs
Back.
Try it sometime.
It doesn't mean dying.
Death is easy.
The real challenge is not giving up
Your life, but giving it
To Others.
I want to help
Even if it is small.
Will you help?
Help around you.
I'll help around me.
If we have enough people helping
Around themselves
We can help everyone.
One is not a lot.
But if you add ones together
It can become two.
Or three.
Or four.
Anything can be done.
If we just try.

Society today
As a whole
Is becoming numb.
We play games
Where we shoot others for fun
**** them
...
Why is it fun?
I can't say
That I haven't tried.
It may be skill
Exploration
Achievement
But that can all be found
Outside.
The sky is still blue.
The trees green.
The grass itchy.
The people laughing.
The party-goers grilling.
Some guns even.
But if you come outside
Don't treat it like a game.
Because it's not.

I am not
Blind
In the common sense.
I can see
With my eyes.
But there is so much
More
That I want to see.
I can see the sun.
I can feel its heat.
And it is
92,960,000 Miles
Away.
But I cannot see you.
I can see your body.
But I am blind
To You
I want to see your emotions
Your sadness
Your happiness
But I cannot.
And you are
5 feet away.
But I can try
With my other senses.
To hear your joy.
To feel your pain.
...
Help me
To remove the blinds
That cover my eyes.

I am still a child
A baby
A youngster
A Whippersnapper
But
I am older than many
When it comes to my
Thoughts
Emotions
Struggles
Faith.
Age is just a number.
15
It just goes to show.
Age is just the amount of time
That You
Have blessed
And have remaining to bless
Others.
Take advantage of a
Small number.

Have you noticed
How throughout the day
The light changes?
In the morning
It is pale.
Somewhere around noon
It becomes
Warmer
Yellower?
After that
It becomes more
And more
Orange
Finally ending at night
With the orange street lights.
It's like a lifetime.
It starts
Young
And Innocent
Yet cold
And unforgiving.
It keeps going
And becomes slightly warmer
Learning about others
Accepting
But with slightly less energy.
As it reaches twilight
It is vibrant
At its peak
Loving
Caring
Learning
Hoping.
It proceeds to
Nighttime
It is the warmest
The most accepting
But like the cold, dark air
Death looms
Constantly threatening
To overtake this light
Which took a lifetime
To mature
And become itself.

What is a word
If not a collection
Of sounds.
Can you describe
What a word is
Without using words?
A good definition
Never uses
The word it is
Defining.
So define a word
Without words.
Try for me
Because I am curious.

Differences
Are what bring us together.
Because without differences
How is it special
To have
Something in common?

I am afraid
Of so many things
The dark
Death
Pain
Suffering
Pain of others
You are too.
I can tell.
Why?
Because we all have fears.
They may not be the same.
They probably aren't.
You have some I don't.
I have some you don't.
But don't worry.
It's all going to be okay.
In the end
You still have me.
And I'm always
Always
Always
Here
For You
If you will
Let me
That is.

Hey
You
Yes, you.
Guess what?
...
I love you.
You're beautiful.
You have unsurpassed worth.
You have a different perspective.
You have a personality that is all your own.
You have some great memories.
So remember
That
**I love you

Society
Is poisoned
By religion.
Religion
Brings about
Separation.
It moves us
Away from God.
It gives us
The need
To judge those
With different
Beliefs.
It has led
To bloodshed
Throughout history.
My faith
However
Is not religion.
It tells me
Not
To judge
Others.
Because that is not
My
Job.
I am here
To bring love
Not hate
Or
Judgement
Which people use
To get their
Own brand
Of life.
They thrive off of being
"Better"
Than others.
They think
"At least I'm not
Like them."
But this is
Wrong.
Love is the way
Not
Judgement.

We all have a purpose
In life.
I do not believe
That this is predetermined.
We decide
Through what we enjoy.
When we find it
We thrive in it.
Not everyone finds this
Or do they?
I've found mine.
It's helping others
And loving unconditionally.
What is
Yours?

Sometimes
I take a break
From thinking
From talking
From worrying
From life
From thoughts.

There is so much
To say
I want to express myself
Who I am
But it isn't easy
To bare your soul
To express a feeling
A person
If you are unsure of it yourself.

Poetic Writing
Is
Kind of
Odd
But it
Is **FUN

She
Is there
for me.

I
Hope
She will not leave.

I
Am there
For her.

I
Hope
She knows this.

Sometimes
When everything is wrong
And I should be angry
Fighting
Escaping
Rebelling
I am not
I am at peace
I know this peace is not mine
I know where it comes from
It relaxes me
Supports me
...
Wipes my tears

Why
Would they become separate?
Almost 17 years
Was supposedly enough
They persevered
And fought
For their love
And gave up
They say there is stuff I do not know
They must be right
Because I do not understand
And I am left here wondering.

My people are ridiculed
Because of the others
The corrupt
They are intolerant
They rely on dogma
They are political powers
They spread fear
Though they have unsurpassable worth
I am talking about
Christianity
It is dying
But my faith is not
Because I follow Jesus
Not a pope

Rotten
Is the flesh.
Breaking down
Is the mind
Shambling
Is the walk
Hunger
Is the cry
But it is not zombies.
It is us.

Running is always an answer.
Whether it be physical,
Or mental.
But sometimes
You need to stay.

What is time?
We all have it.
Some, more than others.
But we all have the same.
11:23
Or, at least here.
We all run out.
We all have too much.
No one has enough.
The more you take, the better it is.
You can give it to people.
Can you take it away?
It goes like lightning.
Does it come?
Do we share time?
Do we have our own?
Can we travel in it?
So many things.
But what...
Is it?