Theme Thursday- Gonna Go Mad

I think it's time to let go,

Who knows where I'll float,

Is it so bad not to have to worry though?

I think I'll flip out,

Just go nuts, go mad,

Who cares what they think of me,

Who cares what they've said.

Life's too short to live in a box,

Too long to stress all the time,

Too much fun to stay in bed,

Too crazy to stay this calm.

It's time for me to let go,

Cause no one else seems to understand,

Life's too short to live it by the rules,

Too awesome to live without friends.

My Friends

I'd like to take a second,

Just a moment of your time,

To tell you how I love you,

To do it in a rhyme.



I know it isn't much,

I know that I can't spell,

But you're my best friend in the world,

A friendship I'd never sell.



You make me smile when I am sad,

You cry when I feel down,

Doesn't matter if I'm mad,

You always stick around.



You always want to be with me,

You always save my seat,

You don't care if my hairs a state,

Or if my clothes aren't that neat.



You never leave me hanging,

When I'm looking for a five,

You help me see the beauty in,

Just now being alive.


You always want to be with me,

You always wait when I'm late,

You tried so hard not to laugh,

When I ripped my skirt on the gate.



Remember when you wrote that note,

We should have been doing french,

About the time we couldn't find,

A seat on a bench.


You sang that stupid song I wrote,

About the lunch box food,

You sang it pretty out of tune,

But really caught the mood.


Remember when I cried,

The day my heart was torn,

You said, "I'll beat that bastard,

Till he rues the day he was born."


Remember the face masks,

That turned our faces pink,

When we washed them off,

The multi-coloured sink.


I guess I'm trying to say,

What I mean in the end,

No matter where life takes us,

You'll always be my friend.

Ink

Scrolled on a page in the darkest of blood,


Is the sweat of an artist, a staining ink flood,


Bent over a page, the quill tightly gripped,


Into his heart, the pointy end's dipped.







To an idiot passer, to an untrained mind,


Upon his page, only notes will they find,


But in that dusty room, upon that smugged page,


Is a cascade of happiness, sorrow and rage.







Beneath each sharp, behind every half note,


Lies the pain and the love which the artist wrote,


Though his eyes grow weary, he picks up his flute,


To the fading sun, gives the final salute.







And, oh, to hear the scribbles come alive,


What kind of sorrow this artist did contrive,


What joy filled the ink he left on the page,










No longer a broken, weary old man,


The artist flourished as the tune through him ran,


Through his flute flowed a beauty so bitterly sweet,


Through his fingers an anger filled with darkest heat.







How much farther must you look for a symbol or sign,


Than the black ink of the page, than the circle and line.

Overdose

You're my diamond in the rough,
The kind of thing I can't get enough,
I'd rob a bank for more of you,
Cause I'm addicted to what you do,
You're my drug, you're my curse,
And I think my conditions getting worse,
A million needles can't give the kick,
Over those, it's you I'd pick,
You give me heaven, then send me right back to hell,
This rush is the merchandise you sell,
Diamonds are a girl's best friend,
But your touch will be my end,
Can't run from this, can't hide my lust,
Without you, I'm only living just,
An overdose of you can kill,
But if that's the price, I'll take my fill,
Don't look at me like your surprised,
You're the only one who can be critisised,
Diamonds may be forever,
But this kind of stuff is now or never.

Theme Thursday- Sailing

"Let's sail the seven seas and then,
Ride right back around again,
Let's up the masts and spread the sails,
Let's move this mass of rust and nails,
Take this beauty out of docks,
To our grand opening people come in flocks,
Crying women, waving men,
What will they think of us then,
Us loyal sailors set out to sea,
To see what the ocean makes of me,
We'll fight the ugly dragons that be here,
We'll take on pirates and oceans clear,
We'll man the storms that smack our decks,
We'll be the ship that never wrecks,
I'll be Captian, you'll be my first,
And together we'll face the sea at her worst."

"Your adventure sounds mighty fine,
Except your ships made out of twine,
The raft you float has a leak,
And I heard your 'mast' creak,
I doubt your string and bit of wood,
Would pass inspection like it should."

"I dont care what you say,
Im going out there anyway."

"Fine by me, off with you now,
Does this plank float anyhow?"

"Um... well, that's the missing link,
The boat does tend to sink."

Under the Tree

Once upon a time,
A young boy and his bear,
Worried not of time or day,
Their minds free of care.

Under the tree,
They played their games,
Sang summer songs,
Each day the same.

Till once upon a summer breeze,
The young boy didnt come,
Left his bear under the tree,
Lost his need to run.

There his bear will sit,
Under his childhood tree,
Until the boy comes home again,
And there his bear will be.