It Takes Time

It takes time to think things over
It takes time to heal
It takes time to become sober
But if you don't know what it feels like
When that time is up,
Will you get frustrated?
Will you lie to yourself
And tell yourself
"I've waited long enough"?

Life takes time to come
Life takes time to go
Life takes time to succumb
To the world and become worthwhile
But if you never live,
And only survive,
Was that a life worth living,
Or just wasted time?

On your deathbed
What will run through your mind:
The hearts you couldn't mend
Or all the changes you created?
If you don't take something from this life,
You don't give something during this life.
It just takes time to figure out what those things are.

Smoke

When does one know
That they have reached
Even their own limits?
When they reach
The point
Where things are blown out of proportion
And not even they
Can determine that
They've had enough
Of their surroundings,
Their problems,
And need fresh air.
At that point,
They won't be clear
On whether they need to
Put down
That cigarette
Or light a new one;
Whether they should inhale
One more time
Or exhale.
How does one know?
When they're offered
A crutch,
How will they know
Not to accept it
As part of their lives
And become addicted
To point they'd
Die without it?
Maybe
Only a smokey room
Will help them forget
The yelling and fighting
That went on that day.
But how will they know?
Thinking about it
Forces their thoughts to
Become scattered,
The mind to go awry,
And eventually,
The body
Just
Can't
Take
Anymore.
But how will they know
When they reach that point?
What will even be left
For them to know
When there is nothing left
For them to feel?

Brownies

You like the edges,
I like the middle,
Together- we finish it.
The parts make the whole.
The edges give false leadings;
The middle isn't hard like them.
The middle is soft
And melts in your mouth
(If baked correctly).
The edges are better to some,
Crunchy, and what you see
Is what you get.
The middles may give
A fun surprise that makes you
Crave them more.
Or the middles may be repulsive
And unappetizing.
So maybe to compromise
You should try
Some of the middles,
But before you finish the edges,
Just in case.
No matter which you prefer,
Whether it be the edges
Or middle,
You can't have a brownie
With one of them missing.

Just Something

I've been waiting,
Maybe longer than anyone here,
For something to happen.
Anything.
Just something.
For 20 years,
Longer than I've been around,
Others have been waiting too,
Now I carry on that tradition.
But finally,
Something is being done.
No more waiting.
I want this,
They need it.
What's left to be said?

Someone help me,
I'm calling out,
Can't you hear me?!
Don't leave me here-
Wait,
Nevermind.
I'm the one leaving.
It's hard to remember
Something you don't want to.
Especially when it isn't
Just something.

Newton

Newton.
One trip.
Coming from seven letters.
And five fingers, upon which the stress was taken out on.
Newton.
If you add seven and five, you get 12.
Take away the one,
And you're left with
Two.
Two people who know it's for the best,
Two people who want this,
Who need this.
Newton.
A chance for new life.
A new high school.
Different people.
My story will never change,
It will always remain told
To the people here.
I've already
Flashbacked
For so many.
For all those that can relate to me here.
Can I flashback some more times?
Perhaps I can,
But it won't matter.
No one can relate
Or understand
The way they do here.
The hiding,
The horror,
The silenced sceams,
They've been through it all.
How many others have been?
Newton.
The change I need,
For a second chance
Before this story is
Read over
And over again
Eventually without emotion.
Newton.
A dead-end street,
Useful for long walks on those
Tough days.
And now I'm starting to hear
It.
Now Newton is calling to
Me.

One World

Life               -   Living With
Inspiration    -   Different Forms
Desperation  -   Of Hope
Equality        -   For Future
Diversity      -   Generations Everywhere
Wishing        -   Wanting Similar
Cursing         -   Satisfying Results
Confidently  -    Before Time's
Fearfully      -    End Comes
Death           -    To All

Not Just Me

"There's a girl in the corner
With tear stains on her eyes"
Are those your eyes too,
Or just mine?
"She says, 'How did I get here?
I'm not who I once was"
Have you changed too,
Or just me?
"Well she tries to believe it
That she's been given new life"
Are you trying to believe your life too,
Or just me?
"She'll try to do better
But then she's too weak to try"
Do you ever feel weak,
Or just me?
"You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes"
This is true for you too,
It isn't just me.

*quotes from "You Are More" by                   Tenth Avenue North