Memories

Dead and gone you may now be
Take your place among the stars
Our joyous, wonderful memories
Forever, dwell within my heart

Words, and their Expression

Words, those precious things
That we all hold so dear
What, may I honestly ask
Would we do without them?

This way of self expression
That defines who we are
Something so taken
For granted, misunderstood

But what about the words
And how they feel
About constantly being used
By everyone at will

There are many artists
Who work well with words
And so many others
That poison the words they use

Look at people we see often
That greatest of speakers
And the unspeakable evils
By such a terrible persons

Is it the fault of the words?
Or is it our fault?
For all the good we bring
And all the bad we do

These words, often used
For the art of self expression
But what of these words?
And their own desires?

Regardless of our ambitions
And our supposed directions
We have enslaved these words
To work upon our wills
With no freedom to decide
Their own fate, but oh well

Relationships

Relationships help build the foundations of who we are as people. Never take the relationships in your life for granted: you may end up losing some of those important to you, and you can't always get them back.

Just Another Day

We all have our dreams
It's just a part of us
However some make it seem
It's never really easy

Because we over complicate
Every little thing
So trust me when I say
Some things are way overrated

My dream is to be a lawyer
You know, not the bloodsucking kind
No offense to any here
If that's the path you want

I'm a sensible person
At least,
That's what I've been led to believe
But who am i to say?

We all have our own ways
Of doing things in our lives
Sone good, some bad
And some just plain stupid

But, you have to admit
We all have our quirks
It's just how the world works
Because it's just another day

Individuality within Us

We all have our preferences
You and I, he and she
From our individual tastes
In food, friends, music, coffee

Friends may say or speak
In ways that influence us
Though, the result be bleak
As no one else can be us!

I may glance at one thing
He, she, you at another
Want to punch me when I sing
That can be such a bother

I have few plans
Little to no direction
Only doing what I can
With almost no contemplation

What I see as beautiful
What you view as ugly
May be totally different
That, is what I can see

As the fundamental truth
Of the world we see
Needing little pursuasion, or proof
Of our existing individuality

Mi Amor

Hoy está excelente
A cada instante
Especialmente cuandó
Te veo, mi chica
Yo no creo que
La vida es muy mala
Hay muchas cosas buenas
Como te encontré
Tu eres muy bonita
Es cierto que te amo
¿Y por qué? no sé
Cuando estás conmigo
Estoy nervioso
Te adoro mucho
Ven conmigo
Sé mía, por favor
Sal conmigo
¡Porque te amo!

Rhythm of Life

Coming and going like the Winter's dawn, all inspiration has been leeched away.
My voice has faded, cold white snow on my fingertips.

There isn't much left to scrape off the floor, so
I guess I'll have to start from scratch at this point.

On the bright side, I'm none of the twenty odd bugs splattered across my mother's windshield.

Right now, the best course of action is to live each day one at a time, taking what comes your way,
Because being engulfed in your own anxiety is a pretty shitty alternative.

A Quote by Lance

"When you have a bad day, look back, assess what happened, and change your attitude; that way you can enjoy your next day."