My heart bloomed in February. Fiery passion consumed me whole.

You planted seeds of red-orange flowers aroudn the perimeter of my heart, watering it daily, secretly. I didn't notice what you were doing, I didn't notice when the plants had germinated, only when the flowers had blossomed did I feel the fire.

I couldn't pluch the flowers; they were too beautiful. I couldn't stop myself from loving you; you were too beautiful.

September left my heart black and blue, raining blows on it without stopping.

You left me standing here, staring at your back as you walked away from me forever. You let me see how ugly rain could be, drowning and chilling everything it touches.

I used to think rain was beautiful, diamond prisms that never shattered. I used to think you were beautiful, your long eyelashes extending over your magnificent brown irises.

September, September, what will you do?

Will you finally grand me a reprieve? Seal the cracks with syrup?

Or will he seduce me once again with his sweet words, coating my heart in melted chocolate that will brittle and hard once dried?

You seemed like an easy

prey, something I could meddle with in my despair. Now there was nothing wrong

with you, under that August sunlight, you looked transparent, and I just wanted

to take a hold of you, as if to control you, make you mine, lay my prints all

over your fragile heart so everyone knew you were my prey.

It was cruel, that was

selfish but it’s something I don't regret, because I didn’t want to be the one

to be consumed, the one hurt, the one entranced by you.

I could feel it in my

bones, every time you smiled at me with such a gentile, innocent glance. I felt

as though you could plant seeds of love within my very soul and meddle with my

sensible heart. I wasn’t someone to mess with, lovely. And you were making me

feel out of my element, like I could fall to my death, fall off the deep end.

So before I could imagine

falling in love, with someone so beautiful like you, I did something a little

insane. I planted seeds of deception in your heart, and you fell for it. But I

gave you the option of cutting it out, like it was some kind of infectious

disease. But you left it there, growing around your heart, like it was meant to

be exactly where I placed it. You were so eloquent, so trusting.

With your smile and

enchanting laugh that left me with chills and my thoughts slipping from my

grasp. I hated it; I hated feeling out of control. That’s not me, vulnerable

and speechless. I thought you impossible to pin down, to catch… to unmask.

So in August, I left

you standing there, unable to see my terrible face of shame and regret. I was a

naïve little boy, thinking I was a man who could handle just seeing you as a

friend.

In the beginning, I

just wanted you to cover me if there was ever a fire, because I wanted you to

burn first. But in the end, I left my

back to you, saving you from the fire deep within our hearts, and I made it my

goal to see it through the rain, so our hearts could cool as the rain granted

them relief.

I felt the pitter

patter, my heart flinching like an eager reaction, like a reaction you would

get upon finding out you were going to overcome a revolting disease… but then

it dawned on me, as I walked away, even if the fire was put out,

My heart still beats

for you.

I'm sorry I constantly want to talk to you. I'm sorry when you take long to reply, I get sad. I'm sorry if I say things that might piss you off. I'm sorry if I come off as annoying. I'm sorry if you don't want to talk to me as much as I want to talk to you. I'm sorry if I think about you too much and too often. I'm sorry if i tell you about my pointless drama when you don't really care. I'm sorry if I come off as being clingy, it's just me missing you.

Love's Last Kiss.

Along the trodden Path he rode, Through Forest dark on narrow Road.

A Warrior’s Heart beat in his Breast, A Lover’s Heart -- No Time for Rest.

For to his Love he would return, And for his Love his Heart did yearn.

Oh moonlit Night with Winds that blew, From Battle’s Field dispersed the Crew.

Whith Victory won in glorious Fight, Now but Love sought the Knight.

With tear-filled Eyes he left her there, And Tears streamed down her Cheeks so fair.

To dry them all, his sole Concern, With Battle won, now Love could burn.

On gallant Steed from Lands afar, Rode the Hero by Evening Star.

Lady Venus burned in Heavens high, For to signal that Love indeed drew nigh.

Goddess of Love, Goddess of War, Forever live one; the other no more.

He safely rode on, spared by her Grace, To seek yet the Peace of his Love’s fair Face.

No greater Reward for the Hero’s great Deeds, Than to love once again her Heart that bleeds.

Faithful and true she promised her Love Once Battle’s Hawk; Romance’s Dove.

Whilst riding through Night, He saw her Eyes, They stared back at his through the Mist in the Skies.

O’er Moors’ harsh Earth, Hooves made Haste, Closer drew the Beast to it’s Rider’s Love chaste.

Eternity passed in those Days of Battle, But, O, so much longer, The Ride in the Saddle.

Aching and bleeding, the Pain did he bear, His Destination, worthy, for his Love would be there.

Of Enemy’s Blade his Wound was deep, But deeper was Love; he rode without Sleep.

Stained Blood the Earth Beneath the brave Knight; Yet full his Heart; his Burden light.

Love pushed him on through Fatigue and Pain, too deep, no Wound, too great, no Strain.

Battle’s Honour is his, with Right on his Side; Love’s Glory, his, with true Heart ‘neath his Hide.

Ever they swore their Love would be true, She swore to him, and he did too.

Come Defeat; come Death, She vowed not to live, should he gasp his last Breath.

Though he begged that she not, she said it must be. “As though lovest me, so love I thee.”

He kissed her sweet Lops and rode off with her Heart, And now he rode back, ne’er again to part.

With each Beat of his Heart he bled yet more, O, how he longed to ride to her Door.

He’d tie his Steed fast and step up to knock, She’d see him again, and much to her Shock.

So soon as a Victor; so soon as to return, Ah but so long, so long, her heart it did burn.

“I love you! I love you!” And they would embrace, Ne’er again to depart from Love’s sweet peaceful Grace.

He would make it to her, lest his Heart run dead dry, And ever more Blood did pour from his Side.

He paid it no Mind. He must but ride, He must return, to dry the Tears she has cried,

To ease the Pain, which she deserves not, To hold her one more, with Passion hot,

To gaze into her Eyes and proclaim his Devotion; To gaze into her Soul and to feel its Emotion.

And the Winds did blow and the Moon did shine, And his Will did force him and his Heart did pine.

And when he was all but out of Resistance, He saw at last her Home in the Distance.

He quickened the Pace; Blood dripped from the Spurs, For soon would he press his Body to hers.

He galloped downhill toward Love and his Fate, To see her at last. At End was his Wait.

The winding Path to her Door that he would reach soon, Seemed as pale yellow Ribbon, lit by the Moon.

There at last, he tore back on the Rein, And off from the saddle he staggered in Pain.

From beyond the Horizon the Dawn did break. Into his weary Arms his Love to take.

And there she stood, lovely and fair, With fiery Passion he held her there.

He stared at the love he so long had missed, And after so long they would finally kiss.

No Words were spoken – No need for Words. He closed his Eyes; pressed his Lips to hers,

And then he opened his Eyes.

On the Field he yet lay, But a Dream was her Kiss; but a Dream was the Day.

Yet Night and yet cold; yet weary and dying, He thought but of her and the tears she’d been crying.

Perhaps not a Dream, his long Lover’s Ride, For he’d reached Heaven’s Gate with her by his Side,

For she had made good on her fatal Promise.

Together Forever, the Knight, and his Goddess.

Invisible.

How do you explain the hurt inside a child so small
Who every time she spoke was hit until she'd fall
How do you speak of love when all she knew was hate
And the constant beatings which she saw as fate


How do you start to heal that which you can't see
If the little one keeps hiding for fear of what might be
How do you instill hope where there's constant fear
And teach her to trust when she won't let you near

How do you understand if you've never known her pain
Or known how it is be treated like someone who's insane
How do you start the process and heal this child inside
If you cannot see the scars; they're not seen outside?

Just Think.

What If...
Every day was treated like a new beginning?

Where grudges, bitterness, unforgiveness, and worries died the moment your head hit the pillow. And at the time you had awaken to a new morning your mind would be renewed, not lacking knowledge or wisdom from the past, but building on what has been made from prior situations and circumstances.

Each person you'd come into contact with you'd treat like it had been the first time you'd met them and your first impression persona was at the top of it's game. Being kind, loving, unconditional in terms of your friendship in how things are done to show thanks. What if, we did things without having presumptuous intentions of wanting to be thanked for what we had done.

What if, we shared our gifts just out of love and never had the expectations of wanting to be loved in return, because we had the reassurance of knowing we're already loved regardless of what we do.

What if, our confidence was placed in something bigger then ourselves so that our dreams weren't limited to our own fears and insecurities.

What if, believing was reality?

The Painter

The painter who paints with invisible paint
Sits with his canvas white
He dips each bristle into colors unseen
And grips his brush so tight
He makes each stroke so carefully
He always takes such care
It is his colors, his beautiful work
Which he wants to share
His brush works magic on his canvas blank
And he looks at his art with a sigh
It's beautiful, beyond wonderful
But the unseeing world passes by

The painter who paints with invisible paint
Wants everyone else to see
His labors, his love, his beautiful art
But the world lets his white canvas be
If just one other could take note
Of the beauty that lay there
The colors, the shapes, every single brush stroke
Laid on the canvas with care
But the world cannot see invisible paint
Of such things in cannot know
So the world cannot fathom anything more
Than a white canvas so and so

At the end of the day he packs up his things
And looks at his canvas bare
And sees all the things the world cannot see
Laid on the blank slab there
Tomorrow he'll take out his painting supplies
And again he'll start
For the painter who paints with invisible paint
Alone can see his art

JBIEBS.

So I watched a video of Justin Bieber getting an award at like the Billboard awards or something. I scroll down and read the comments and honestly, it pisses me off. "What a fucking fag. I hope he dies." "This fag doesn't deserve Selena" Blah blah blah. Just a ton of hate.

Really? Justin Bieber HATERS are A BILLION times more annoying than Justin Bieber fans. (And his fans are no where near as annoying as Lady Gaga fans). I swear any video that has Justin Bieber in the title or any video that is by JB gets swarmed by ignorant, pathetic, immature losers who live just to rag on him. FUCK OFF. Honestly, if you "hate" him so much, don't click on his damn videos. He has MILLIONS of girls SCREAMING for him every day. Chances are none of his haters can make a girl scream unless they are running away from them.

And honestly, why does everyone rag on him so much? Are you just jealous Usher (who is extremely talented and knows a damn good artist when he sees one) didn't click on your video on YouTube and went "Hey, that kid has got talent and the girls are going to love him"? WAIT. You guys don't have YouTube channels with you singing on it.

He sounds like a girl? No, he just has a higher voice range. Sorry not everyone can sing as low as Tay Zonday.
He is gay? He has a girlfriend (who is drop dead gorgeous). And even if he was gay, does it really matter? Effin homophobes.

Justin Bieber is a lucky kid who just was doing what he loved and he got discovered. Usher is really smart for choosing him because JB has become a major hit and a huge inspiration.

I love him because of his music. It makes me happy. I just wanna dance to it and sing along. And come on. He's adorable.

Haters gonna hate. But haters need to STFU and get something better to do. Wishing death to someone and calling them a fag every chance you get is a little excessive.

Dear Life and to Those who Live it

Hello life. I have come to decide that from this point on, you are now my bitch.

I have been a passenger almost the whole journey so far, and am sick and tired of it. Sick and tired of what’s expected of me. What my parents expect of me. What my friends expect of me. And what the system expects of me.

These thoughts have always sat idly in the back of my mind, yet I have always lacked the initiative to truly put them into action. So fuck it, I am opening the door and booting who ever, or what ever, has the bullshit idea that it has the slightest inkling of control or supremacy over who I am, what I will do, and who I will become.

I have outgrown the immature state of mind that allows reason or premonition to effect my actions. Moved on from the fear that kept my emotions at bay.

How many times have you wanted to do something that veers off the road society has meticulously laid before us, but been too afraid of the consequences or what other will think of you if you do? How bad you have wanted to do what ever it may be, but held yourself back because it’s the safer rout? After all, if you don't go out on a limb and attempt something, you can never fall off and get hurt right? But sometimes whats at the end of the branch is worth the risk of the fall. So it's time to try it, and if you fail, pick yourself up, and do it again and again until its yours.

The world is crying in desperation for change, and it will never happen if we all follow in the same crumbling footsteps our parents have walked down. We need to realize this is our generation; this is our place in time. And as far as any one of us knows, it's the only one we will ever have.

SO WHY BE ORDINARY?
Why be who it’s expected of you to become? Because from what I can tell, what society expects us to do, is the reason we are as fucked up and as close to destruction as we are.
It is expected of you to follow the same religion your family has always followed. So we blindly and ignorantly follow a backwards set of beliefs and rules created by those who have died thousands and thousands of years ago. If you’re a Palestine you must hate the Israelites. If you’re a catholic only you will be allowed into heaven, but all others are not worthy of this. And if you go out in a car bomb and take with you as many non-believers as you can, the 72 virgins are yours! Brilliant.
It is expected of you to chose the political party of your choice, place your vote, and sit back. Sit back while some man in a nice suit with a nice smile fills peoples heads with false ideals of nationalism, and pride for ones nation. All so he can justify sending innocent citizens to kill innocent citizens from a far away land which we are too ignorant to know anything about (Other than what is spoon fed to us by the media). And these innocent citizens are taught the very same ideals from another man in another nice suit, with another nice smile. And how does this nice man fund this endless cycle of murder? With your money. So when you think about it, you’re hiring a hit man. In a nice suit.

But I am getting side tracked in another rant entirely. BUT THE POINT IS. The way we run the world is pretty damn fucked up. So why perpetuate the cycle? We all assume we are too insignificant to change things. That we are just one person. Bullshit. Our presence in the universe is insignificant, our planet is insignificant when viewing the universe as a whole. But our presence, and our impact on the planet we live on is anything but insignificant! So make changes! Be kind to everyone you meet, even if they don't deserve it. Because there has been enough hate in the past to last us forever. Do things that take you well beyond your comfort zone. And live your life the way YOU want it to happen. We need a revolution. And it’s you and me who must start it. Not him and her.

Posting this note is out of my comfort zone. And though it may seem naive, I know there are more people who feel like I do.

The world is your oyster.
Viva la Revolution.

F U

Okay. Here I go with my rant on the world. I've been keeping it in for a couple of months now and at the moment I am so angry I can barely move.
Ever since the decision to build the mosque in downtown New York, the world has gone crazy. First there was that insane Florida minister who thought it would be a good idea to burn the Koran. He said it was because Muslims flew planes into buildings. Okay, sorry retard guy but it was people who flew the planes into those buildings. Eight people. Not any more. I mean yes they blow up their own people with homemade bombs strapped to their chests but it still isn't the innocent people dying everyday who are at fault. You can't punish a whole religion for the wrong doing of people within the religion. Though this is a bad example but Hitler did that to the Jewish faith as well. He took it to the extreme but it happened.
Then there was the demonstration outside of where the presumed mosque is going to be built. People wearing American flag t-shirts. Again sorry people but a country and a religion are not the same thing. It makes me sick to see the way people are reacting.
How many people did members of the Christian faith murder in cold blood because they didn't want to believe? How many people were forced to forget everything they were taught and assimilate into the Christian way of life. Countless people were murdered and lost because God was the only thing to believe in. People forgot about that. People forgot about the millions of African Americans were taken from their homes and forced into slavery. All is forgiven. But now.. a whole religion is being punished because of the reckless and life altering acts played out by terrorists who were brainwashed by a psychotic maniac a whole religion is being forced into withdrawl.
The whole reason I am saying this is because now the French government voted in favour of disallowing Muslims the right to wear burkas is public. Sorry folks but I'm not joking. That's like making it illegal for Americans in some countries to be who they are. No matter what.
Our world is turning into a place where they break every rule they have put in place. People wonder why our generation is full of racists and murderers who watch a twelve year old get raped in a field. Look at what our influences are. Governments and people who hate an entire religion so much they are making it impossible for them to be proud of who they are.
The world will be forever changed because of the actions taken by our authorities. Thank you for reading.