"Right Here Right Now"

Chase me around
Take it all in.
See these wonderous things
But nothing's as it ever seems.

Fading smiles never shine
A darkened mind turned divine.
Restrict me, passing shows
Nobody remembers what they thought they'd know.

Easy to see
Hard to feel
The sense that it's here's
Too much to fear.

Turn off the sounds
Shut down the lights.
Tonight it's a new time
To shine in your light.

Start up the strength that soon comes down
Upon the dwindled tangled sound.

Nobody hears a word or plea
Be what you always dreamed to be.
Turn off the lights and hear somehow
Ignite my dreams someday somehow.
(I want it now)

Ready myself for this disaster
Practice makes perfect for my happy ever after.
The pressure to win, never want it to end.
Sweet bliss I wish to have my dreams mend.

"No More Dreaming"

I hear the voice
As it says to me
Let go Mimi
Be what you're destined to be.

Terrors that trap my mind racing
Delay this distant foolish tasting.

How do I stride 'round town
Struck like thunders casting down.
Thoughts of everlasting tricks
Try to keep me caged in nightmares bliss.

Never liked to keep my feet on the ground.
Even thought too soon came back around.
Thought I needed feeling to what was already found.
But now I see that it never lasts until its our dying end.

No dream's too big
Chase the smallest wish.
Don't give up when there's doubt
Remember: dreams do exist

"Natural Sin?"...

This was written for my creative writing class in my junior year of high school. What could be more interesting than the seven deadly sins?...

Attractions rise from broken fate,

As wonder dreams

a murky slate.

Every step; an outstretched stride.

One who sways an exuberant pride.

Aqua blue and cerulean seas

Rippling down

a calming breeze.

The tempest spits; a raging scene.

Sands of time; now

envious green.

Godly eyes peering below,

Tainted deeds, rot

natures’ glow.

A careless turn, down wicked path,

Turtle doves fear Hell’s wrath.

A tearless cry soon growing weak

As forbidden dreams

soon do seek.

Feeling void; a growing plea,

Make one naive

Of gluttonous glee.

A thief of dreams or of the night

A fearful, sneaking,

eerie spite.

A dark abyss, of infinite need,

Of pure intend

and thoughts of greed.

A dwindling thought; a lacking dream

To drifting endless valley streams.

Soaring lonely, a moon lit moth.

Sleeps as if a lifeless sloth.

A steering crowd; a dazing kiss,

A simpering touch

Of tempted bliss.

A trap, a game, of distracted trust.

Of one so sly as secret lust.