Poem of inner

We enter the room together
The look you give me is unclear
Is this love or crush
My mind is blank when your near
Far apart are we in this life
My heart beat's without your love, light, guidance
Do you want to stay or shall we part
My mind can't bare what it does
It juggle's and run's nonstop
Inside my world is crumbling divided amongst the war between the two
My mind my heart both hurt from what they do

Away miles, hours, days, months is where I am
My heart and mind numb lay wasted upon the ground
Can't move can't feel myself
What is this feeling I can't feel
Numbness but I still feel?
Why is this happening when can it stop
where will it stop
deep down it goes the emptiness the unfeeling
can we be alright are we still in love
Was this just a crush perhaps we will never know
Neither of us are backing down
We walk the path along side to each other
But will we make it all the way through?

Distance of bubbles

Looking through the glass bubble around himself watching those walking around. Everyone could see the bubble, as it reflected their own bodies and movements. Sitting there inside the bubble a few would come up and stare at themselves in the reflection. He smiled softly his face turned red of embarrassment lifting his hand up giving a slow wave. Soon as they got near, something would happen and they'd walk away rejoining others.

Day's and time goes by as he watched them all from a distance, at night when they were all gone. He sat alone looking up at the sky seeing the millions of lights in the dark. As time goes by his eyes would close sleeping inside his bubble, only to open them when he felt the light of the sun against his face. Standing up inside the bubble stretching and walking around in circles to keep himself moving.

His eyes looking up following those that had routines in the morning. Soon he seen a small child was sitting near his bubble, his focus when to them. Their back was to him looking like they were fiddling with something, leaning his head over trying to see but the bubble stopped his movement to see only getting a glimpse of something in their hand. He was curious but soon sat down watching the little child later the child placed the object down and ran off after they were called to join their parents.

 He watched the child then the object they had, it was a small device of some kind. He tilted his head wondering what it was, but his attention would go back to the others watching them in their day. It had been years, watching them all from a distance his need or want to join them was close to nonexistent anymore.

Some days the closest one of them would come to him would be to sit nearby only inches away even fewer actually reached out touching the bubble. His hand would met theirs as if to say 'i'm here' The touch only lasted moments before they would leave. His hand still feeling the hand on the other side before it drifted away. Each time it happened tears ran down his face before backing up into the center of the bubble feeling his fingers that touched the bubble.

One night as the streets were clear nobody could be seen or heard for miles. He stood in the middle of the bubble tears falling with rage throwing his body against the bubble pushing. Throwing his fists about trying to break free, Nothing seemed to work as the hour was floating by but what he didn't notice was the bubble was moving with each slam of his fist.

Panting as he yelled out a cry, jumping up and slamming his fist down into the bubble. It moved and began tumbling him around as the bubble rolled down the hill, and into the street. He cried as he could felt each landing of the bubble against the cold cement and object that crashed into the bubble as it rolled. Tumbling and rolling him around like a pinball down the street's grade.

He cried out for help but all could be heard was the roar of the bubble ball rampaging down the street smacking into vehicle's, pole's. It felt like eternity before the bubble was stopped laying upon the ground. Touching his body that was sore and beaten, slowly lifting his head he could see the sun rising in the horizon a sight he normally wasn't awake for. He stayed there watching the sun rise tears rolling down his face.

The sun looked so far away, but it was the same day after day. Laying there in tears, he soon seen something he hadn't before. Another but this one was in the sun crying in tears. Slowly shifting around so he was onto his feet standing there limping to one side. He began yelling as loud as he could waving his arms about, but it wasn't enough.

The other was still crying, a tear soaked smile creeped up onto his face as he flailed his arms about yelling as loud as he could. Someone like him he thought they would know his pain if only he could get them to notice him somehow some way.

The other soon laid down curling up in a ball, yelling out as loud as he could as much as he could but nothing seemed to work. Tears slowly rolling down his face again his pain coming back of not being noticed or heard from anyone.

But now he had someone else that knew the pain, he suffered another that he only wanted to be seen. As he moved around the ball began moving around shaking him from where he stopped. He fell to the side as the ball moved to the side as well and then back to where he was slightly stuck to. 

"He.."

 "Heh" Looking up at the sun then back down at the ball kicking himself up into the air and kicking the side of the ball as it rolled he stumbled almost tripping. He bite his tongue like a hamster in a wheel, he ran as fast as he could and soon after the ball was out of the place he was stuck. Rolling down street after street glancing up at the sun still trying to get their attention.

"HEY!!" He yelled out no more tears no more crying he told himself using his body to move this barrier this prison.

Waving his arms about trying to get their attention. He wasn't familiar with anything around him but it seemed his bubble or prison was only making people run away from it. Soon blocks from police began being made to block him in to try and stop it. 

"Noo I need to get out I need to move.. " he yelled coming to a street with a large barrier built up as he frowned crashing into the barrier and finally stopped he fell to the ground hitting the bottom of it 

"Nooo..."

"I.."

"I was so close..." he cried looking up at the sun seeing the one in the sun was watching him looking right at him. He jumped up quickly to his feet and waved frantically. Looking surprised she lifted her hand up slowly giving a wave herself back to him as they both smiled.

Cranes came to the large sphere hauling it back to it's place. The humans trying to figure out how it got free then began making changes, putting the sphere back in place with more restrains in place. Sitting at the bottom of the sphere looking up at the girl in the sun with a smile. He rubbed the back of his head he was a bit beat up from the tumble and event that just took place. 

Looking up at her as she looked at him, "Hi!" he said excitedly but she didn't say anything. Sitting in silence as both seemed to try and speak to be heard but neither could hear the other.

Days would go by both would seem to try to communicate with each other making existing feel like an adventure than a tragedy. Night's were just as fun having found the man in the moon communicating with him as well it was enjoyable and fun. 

Sometimes the sun and moon were together in the day time although when they were together. He was a bit out of place as their attentions were to each other talking laughing throughout the day. Watching as he was getting jealous of the two, they could talk laugh joke. He was only there to watch.

All around him were humans at arms length sometimes passing him by not even paying any attention to his existence. The days seemed to go by quicker now as the sun and moon continued talking laughing joking around.

 Sitting there watching them both wondering what their voices sounded like, what they talk about. That night he stood up and went back to doing what he would usually do before finding the sun and moon. Jogging in place and stretching out some in his own bubble. Looking over at the trees as they bend and sway in the wind.

Blinking some as he thought he seen something for a moment as he leaned over to the edge of the sphere trying to see what it was. "What was that?" He said aloud wondering if he was seeing things. Looking at the sphere he was in. 

"I don't want to go rolling again."

"That hurt ha." Looking around for a moment as his thoughts went deeper soon falling asleep. His body tossing and turning he was used to the loud noises of the city not noticing that his sphere was being moved.

A crane in the daylight was moving him out of the spot he was in then placed onto the back of a truck. "Hmm?" 

"Whats."

"Going on?" He yawned waking up to the rumbling of his sphere. As he opened his eyes everything was moving.

"AH! WHAT?! I'M ROLLING!! I DIDN'T DO IT THIS TIME I SWEAR!" The sphere came to a stop, as he looked round seeing that the sphere was strapped onto a flatbed truck and was being moved to a different location. 

"What.."

"whats going on here? Where am I going?" 

The truck continued out of the city, "Where am I going?" He kept asking coming out of the city, seeing the trees and mountains that were far from the city.

"What is this place?" He asked in awe, at the beauty of the view he was being given by the truck. Standing up as the sphere edge and placed his face against it wanting to see everything he could. 

"Wow" He was in shock of the amazing things, objects. Laughing while having his face glued to the side of the sphere. 

The different kinds of birds that flew by, "Whoa! hey! You're a huge pigeon! ha ha! Your a funny looking pigeon!" Looking at all the different kinds of birds, then other animals at night when the truck stopped for the night.

"Hey little guys."

"Shh quiet good night to you hey do you know where I am?" He asked but didn't usually get an answer from any of the animals.

"Okay thanks for your help.." He said as the animals wondered away. 

"Wow just wow."

"This is so cool!" it was quiet as he could hear himself and all the little noises. "HELLO!!!" If he yelled out loud he heard his own echo, having read about it when people would read around him. He had learned about so many things how to read and spell when schools had their classes outside.

Laughing and enjoying this time he had it was amazing looking up at the moon as he tried speaking with him. Although it didn't seem like he wanted to talk the man in the moon has his back turned to him. 

"Oh.. okay well don't worry about it. I'll see you later okay? I'm getting tired so I'm going to take a quick nap." Waking up in the morning to the truck driving on the road again, "Heh.. wow this is awesome.. I wonder if this is what my life is going to be like now? Seeing new things." He said to himself looking up at the sun waving at her.

She wasn't looking over towards him, "she probably can't see me i'm not.." Jumping up to his feet waving around. "I'm here!!! Hey i'm here!! OVER HERE!" Jumping and waving, but to no avail not even a side glance.

"No.. i'm.. i'm over here.. see me notice me.. please?" Sitting back down slowly as he lifted his knees up to his chest holding them to him. "I'm alone again.. she can't see me.. hear me neither of them can."

Staying seated watching the scenery move as he slowly laid down. It was useless to resist there was nothing he could do now. Staring at the scenery he would smile some his views of what he could see was amazing. Everything was so new and he was enjoying it even though he was by himself.

"New place.. wherever I'm going.. new me. I have to keep it up and go on. I'm alone again but come on we've always been alone right?" Talking to himself looking at the reflection in the passing car windows. There was a huge boulder that had details and textures all around it from what he could see.

Just a thought

So i have been thinking some on this but. What if pokemon was switched what pokemon would want to catch you.. What number would you be? What abilities would or could you bring to the table? What would make you unique to be the one being caught?
Im sure this question has been asked and there is probably a book being written about it or something. But just think about it what if roles were reversed in any and all things you like. Say for instance that book or tv show you just got done with. What if you was in it who what would you be and that character you replaced is now the one reading or watching tv.

Story time

Gather round kiddies and children boys and girls of all ages its story time todays story is about livelihood. 

Dreams, fantasies, goals, wishes, creativity, imagination, hope are horrid expectations that get crushed and thrown away leaving you hurt and broken it's best not to have expectations that way you never have to get hurt and broken. But there is a way to help you fix this before you get hurt take all you imagination, dreams, hopes put them in a jar seal it up and hide it away from you and everyone else that way nobody will crush it and you'll live empty and hollow trying things to fill that part of you that you've sealed away but it is for your own good. There will always be someone smarter, stronger, better than you no matter who you are someone will always be better no matter what you do. These days are dark and grim so help yourself and hide away all your thoughts before you fall victim of this. Good night and sweet dreams while you sleep dream of something wonderous cause there is the only place you can do anything and everything you always wanted.

my box -poem or poetry whatever you call it-

In my box where the world can shine without windows without doors my box is where i am keep my box at bay unless the whole world will contain. My box is pain sorrow regret depression vengeance my box is contained and concealed my box hidden away from the light my box feeds and grows my box is mine only i know its secrets its wonder the horror my magnificent box is mine to have and to hold without end. You may want my box for your own but you can't handle my box, but me I can handle it as its my box I can take yours and feed it to my box it will grow more. My box will never stop growing my box will destroy the world if it is opened, my box stays closed for all eternity my box.. how I hate it how I need it how I love my box it knows me it knows everything of my as I know everything of my box. It is my everything but your nothing, your box may be full and over flows my box is a good box to me and for me I am my box and my box is me. I hold my box together beware be warned my box can destroy or create my box is never full but never empty. My box is here to stay my box.

Rip

Well.. my dad two days ago.. and here I am going back home. I dunno what to say.. I just wish I could have told him everything I want to right now and learned more from him. He left without teaching me so many things he knows and I don't. I know I'm not into everything he is and all we had was the shows we watched together.. I know something's about cars not much but I can take them apart okay fix them no clue. Using a stick instead of automatic I dunno.. I can only try.. I haven't driven a stick by myself and I get so nervous and fidgetty when someone else is in the vehicle... I miss him so much..

Autumn leaves

When I look through the ceilings leaves you look so peaceful in the breeze. When I wait for you to come to me I imagine everyone flying teasing me for loving you like I do you are my autumn leaf nothing else can do. why can't I get to you? The feeling of so blue the clouds overhead are moving slow I'll try one last time to let you know... That autumn leaves are a breeze the snow falls and the rain leaves us alone so maybe one time we can go see those autumn leaves. Jumping and screaming I let out to let you know my heart it beats like a passing band playing the autumns leaves. In the clouds up so high up you can see the earth below you as you blow. 

The breeze comes and takes you away, with many more leaves you play, with in the sky and on the ground. All I can do is keep from blocking your way, thou I wish to also play. Perhaps even more, but my world won't let it go pulling me back in it does yearly. In a cage so dark and gloomy I sit and wait for you my autumn leaf, perhaps to see you before you leave. The window is so dirty now, as I sit here without a sound my cage like new no way to show. Nobody in or out for many many days all alone I seem to stay, catching glimpses of other leaves. They wave to me from the outside, but I only wanted one to be inside with me. As they bounce at my door, blowing around I can hear them some more. They soon blow away as I reach out of my cage to feel and touch perhaps only just once of a autumn leaf. 

Many things I see outside the windows around me, sorrow fills me as I shake and cower in my cage I stay. Maybe one day maybe today. The colors of the autumn leaves are beauty. Some flaunt it in he breeze passing my me. I do not wish to take part in that, I wish only for perhaps one autumn leaf to be where I am at. Sitting down waiting and watching, my autumn leaf departed past my window I see it float my autumn leaf is gone no more for me. Madness rises from my cage, as I sit the day away darkness grows around my windows creep. Badness evil comes to take, I sit in my cage where I am safe. Safe for only a moment or two, before pulling and tugging upon my cage comes two and then many more pulling me down to darkness's untold.

 My eyes and ears, see and hear of many things as my mind begins to think of different things. Bound and tortured they strip the flesh, my bones pealing out of my chest. The pain is numb for it is not the worse, but cursed to be forever lost in pain. Many darkness I have seen many darkness I have heard, but the worse darkness is to be kept away from my autumn leaves. How I wish I should have opened my door for those autumn leaves, to take me away from this place. This darkness of my own cage, alone I sit darkness stays with me no matter where I go. Darkness delivers me to those that wish it, my autumn leaves are all gone now. No more staring and wishing, as they all blew away blew away from my home. I am out of my cage looking around my home the windows I clean, the floor I sweep, the things I have I keep and take care of. But looking through the windows I see nothing but sand. Sand and no other home, I am alone here and now I miss my autumn leaves.

Weather

Just now thinking about it, it came to my brain. Some people never seen snow, never seen the landscape covered in it or felt the wind from it or even ice as it covers the landscape as well. I am sad, for a friend of mine lives in Florida never seen snow.. so close but yet so far.. Another from southern Australia again never seen snow before, but then I have never seen many things either. If I could describe the beauty and the ugliness that is snow/ice I would. Perhaps I will even edit this later when I find the words that best suit it. They say a picture says a thousand words, it may say that many but going out seeing it with your own eyes, feeling the wind blow against you face the smell the noises. All your senses rushing after and before engulfing yourself in it says more words than I can muster. If I could say what the landscape's of ice/snow are I would say only two words 'true beauty.'