School Year

Rushed.
Hurried.
Hushed.
Scurried.

Waiting for it to begin,
a new school year is at hand.

New pens,
on that blank notebook paper.
Writing down notes,
we never use.
Just to get back in the hang of it.

New lockers,
and new desks.
Gettign resituated,
and super stressed.

Waiting for friday,
when the monday bell rings,
football games,
and the pride it brings.

Cell phones in our pockets,
and nothing on our minds.
Waiting for last bell,
and the bliss it always finds.

This is school
for the next three years.
Hopefully it will be better,
with our smiliarly bored peers.

Wishes and Luck

Four leaf clover,
give me some luck.
I didn't think I'd get so fortunate,
but the lightning has struck.

I see a shooting star,
hurry to close my eyes and make the wish.
I'll put this one in the jar,
and add some more to the alms dish.

Maybe someone will hear me,
give me another chance.
Hear my plea,
and cut into this dance.

11:11 has come way too many times,
and I think the same wish has been said too much.
Being too fortunate among my crimes,
as well as being so lucky and such.

I don't know if all my wishing
has payed off at all.
I do know by the smile on your face,
that someone,
somewhere
has at least heard my wishes' call.

So I'll keep on wishing
on the stars,
and on the planes.
I'll keep looking
for the clover
on the plains,

As long as it seems as though
it is coming true.
You deserve it.
Think of all my wishing
as an unofficial thank you.

For smiling at me,
when I couldn't.
Helping me see,
and making me stand when I wouldn't.

I'll continue my wishes
and prayers,
it's the least I can do.
You wonder why?
because I love you.

(: (:

What I Miss

If I wrote a list,
of everything I missed,
would you read it?
and would you admit?

That everything you miss,
is everything that exists
outside the world of succeeding
that has left you bleeding.

You miss the times when you didn't care
and nothing was unfair.
You had dreams to chase
but they could wait.

You miss being a kid
not having to watch
what you were going to say
or what you did.

The endless nights
and pointless drives.
You wanted so badly to get out
to get into the world
that you grew up too fast,
and didn't let the good times last.

Even though you and I are the same age,
you look and feel years older.
The maturity has built a cage
and you're just growing colder.

So if I wrote a list
of all that I missed,
would you read it
and would you admit?

I garuntee you would,
I can already see it in your eyes.
You would tell me now if you could,
but you can't break through the disguise.

So let me tell you what I miss,
and then tell me what you do.
What I miss most,
right now,
is you.

Not the person standing before me,
who has 'matured'.
I miss the person no one can see,
the one, who with me, endured.

So if you read it,
would you agree?
That you miss yourself,
the old you,
just as much as me.

My Dad

From broken hearts
to broken toys,
From friendship troubles,
to troubles with boys,

From doctor's appointments
to endless concerts,
Practices, softball games,
and botched desserts.

When I fell you caught me,
Never letting me fall too far.
Some of the best memories I have
Are singing along to our favorite songs in the car.

I've made mistakes,
far from a few,
But you've always helped me learn from them,
all the while helping me through.


You've taught me so much
in these fifteen years,
lessons I will never forget,
Even if they were taught with the
shedding of some tears.

I know to face my fears,
and take whatever comes at me.
Tomorrow isn't promised
and today's barely a garuntee.

I need to follow my dreams,
I can acheive anything.
I'll have to work hard for it,
but you believe in me.

No matter what
I will always have my family.
Always remind someone you love them,
especially when saying goodbye.

No one is too old for hugs,
treat people how you want to be treated.
Manners are important,
and don't ever be conceited.

Honesty is best,
don't ever be afraid to talk about something.
It's okay to cry,
and always look before you swing.

Don't fight,
it's not worth it.
Sing as loud as you can,
and never quit.

I know I'll learn more,
as the years pass by.
The future doesn't seem so scary,
with you by my side.

I didn't have a mom,
Something I proud of.
Mainly because I get to tell everyone
about my
awesome
funny
rockstar
Dad.

(:

Inspirations?

Who is it

that made that picture

come to life?



Who is it

that made your music

worthwhile?



Who made you

want to dance in the rain?



Or run through the streets

like a mad man?



Or jump for joy and

sing so loud?

Or

most importantly,

smile,

the way you are now?



Whoever it was

that was your inspiration,

for the masterpiece on your face,

may I meet them?



So I can thank them

for the look on your face,

that inspired mine

to be the same.