My Old Room

The memoirs of time has passed.

Winter is coming soon.

Yet I cannot forget about my old room.

Just being in here feels like déjà vu.

Time’s hands turn back just a little bit.

Looking back in this room, what did I miss?

Pulling out the P.C

Writing some poetry.

All comes together like lines of symmetry.

Missing the cat in my dreams.

Feels a wall goes in between.

What life seems to be….

And yet,

I wake up back in my old room,

Taking a sip of green tea.

Reading about Ichitaka and Iori.

Wondering about love.

Wanting that special Hug

Thinking about my plan

Living as guest in a friend’s home

Not feeling alone.

That terrible pain is gone.

Laying down in my sleeping bag.

Closing my eyes in prayer.

This day was good, Tommorow is next

Live life with no regrets.

The Other Option

A man wakes up about 9:00 am
Feeling cold he puts a shirt on.
Goes to bathroom, takes a shower.
Puts his Clothes on, Eats some Raisin Bran.
Leaves the house, Feeling depressed.
Wishing that he was near his friends.
He walk the 20 mins to the school.
He goes up to the 2nd floor.
In the room in the corner
He sees favoritism among the people.
His friend doesn't seem to notice but
the others do.
He feel the content of playing a game.
But he wonders why do people act this way
No trust, bonds are broken.
All are selfish with their own desires.
He leaves the building in disgust.
Wandering looking for his cat.
He finds it and is happy.
The man wants to help out anyone
who is really down.
To be there for someone to encourage them
To not throw their life away.
The man also has a problem with in himself
Sometimes the option comes to him.
Plan B is always a good plan.
Talking to someone helps .
God watches over him and leads him
in the right direction.
Believe in yourself and take what's
good that come into your life.
There is always Plan B.

JiSatsu

Where does life take me.
If i only knew it would be funny.
To see whats others see and feel.
Eating the banana and throw away the peel.
A person who is lost and unable to find the way.
she listens and hangs her head.
All because of what people say.
Hurtful thing that penetrate the heart.
watching as they fall apart.
On the ground, the scattered pieces.
Ignored and stepped over.
Picking up the revolver.
Alone in a room.
Nothing but an endless feeling of gloom.
Hold it high to your head.
Pull the trigger, 1 more person is dead.
What is in the victim's mind?
All the people around her,
like she is the only one of her kind.
No, because of ignorance and neglect.
who knows anyone could be next.
This will not stop.
Everyone has problems, even cops.
Until a person comes and stands tall.
People snicker and say "you have no balls"
Believing to do the right thing
To able to do good.
Working together
United as One
Solve problems without a use a gun.
Let the clouds fade out.
and the sun comes in.
Being happy with others
the nightmare is over
YOU WIN! :)