Lies.

So embracing are the lies within
this society we claim godly...

So judging, these eyes
whom have never seen
truth.

Most of the Time...

Most of the time, we ignore what we know is right, just to do as we please. We hurt people, friends, family, lovers, and even strangers, because we have the selfishness to do what we want, when we want, completely disregarding the consequences. Like brutal thieves, we steal away happiness and peace from others, if it means we will be able to feel bliss, if only for a moment. Most of the time, we look at the world with eyes clouded with stereotypes, judgements, and opinions. They always told you opinions were good, they never said that they could hurt people. We use these judgments to blame our world, blame our society, blame God, or whoever happens to be up there, watching their domain crumble. We blame others for our faults, and think nothing of it. Most of the time, we find a way out of our trouble, either by putting it off on other people, or by running away. We run from anything that threatens us, house mice in a frenzy because our hidey hole was discovered. Most of the time, we cry. We cry because we were hurt, we cry because we lost something, or someone, we cry because maybe someone will stop by along our lonely road, smile, and offer a hand. We cry for the hell of crying, even though deep down inside, we know it does no good. Most of the time, we make mistakes, but we refuse to acknowledge them. Most of the time, Pride comes before reason. Most of the time, emotions come in the way of our judgment. Most of the time, thoughts are far away, and we act on our own self-absorbed whims. Most of the time, we make this world Hell. But, hey, that's most of the time.

Earth-By Alex Owens

I crave the power and the wealth
Of Nature’s warmth.

To hold it in my cupped hands,
Watching it--slip--
Between my Fingers.

Like cool silk--
On a summer’s day.

To want creating and knowledge,
And know that--within these--

I am Safe.

I want to sing my songs underneath the stars--
And listen with un-clouded eyes..

To the earth.

A little something...

Give me a little nothing
And I can make it something.

Give me a little sadness,
I can give back joy.

Give me a pair of tears,
I'll give you an immunity to fears.

Show me a broken toy,
I'll make you your own kingdom.

Where anything can happen,
And your dreams can come alive,
And face all your nightmares,
And scare away your strifes.

I can turn one word,
into a heart-felt promise.

And even a broken spirit...

Will feel Hope.

Two Recent Poems...

Watery- Ink:

He stood alone
Abandoned by hope—
By love—
By fear;

His story is lost,
Abandoned too—
By he who holds,
The quill.

I stood by him,
The morning was gray—
This is a memory held dear.
He cried me his tale,
Of watery-ink—
A life-story in one tiny

Tear.


Whispered:

The tree whispered to me,
He whispered his sad tale.
Told me of loves lost—
And thoughts that had gone stale.

The pain was immense,
The work was hard,
His fortune lay,
All in one card.

Made of glossy paper,
Cut from his home,
Painted with red,
That left him alone.

The tree;
Whispered to me.

And I cried.

I'm Alive. =]

So I'm going to take this whole blogging account oppurtunity thing here. I'm not just gonna use it for school, but I might as well share some personal things with all of you, If of course, you want to see it. =]