For David Sage (A Tribute to Sage, the leaf-boy)

      This was supposed to be posted on March 4th, but instead I forgot to do so. I had posted it on FaceBook and on Instagram, but I forgot the one sight that rarely anyone visits that is like my own personal diary related issues that I can look back on.
      My friend Sage passed away in the beginning of this year, and behind the wondrous eyes and the amazing smile, he was sad and lonely. I believed that since he made us happy by just one comment then he was happy too, but I misjudged his happiness. 
      Earlier this year Sage committed suicide, I only wish that I could've seen the unlit eyes of his soul before he went. I wish that I could've mended his soul and had him go to Sharp Mesa for help. The program sure helped me. I wish that I could've been there for him when he needed someone the most. 
      I miss him very much and to commemorate him I made this poem, well a while ago.
     By the way I seemed to have written this poem only to know that he changed his name yet again to Sage, so I originally knew him by David.
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I promise to remember you,

Even if you are not here beside me,

I will take in breaths of air,

I will sing sweet lullabies,

I will see the memories behind my eyelids of us.

And I will remember your laugh as the wind blows by me.

I promise to see you.

But when we are so far apart that might not be so soon.

I promise to think happy thoughts,

And not the sad ones that loom in.

I promise to be brave and strong.

I promise to be creative,

I promise to be kind,

And i promise to be at your memorial.

Someday in the near future when i think of you tears will not come to my eyes.

In place of them will be your remembrance.

Your life shall shall remembered.

Your life will be shared.

We will value our time that we spent with you.

I speak as a friend to you when I say that I will remember and miss you.

I speak as an individual when I say that I've known you.

And I speak as a member of SDA when I say that your being will exists forever at SDA.

I will forever remember you.

I will forever miss you.

I miss you David Sage.

The Side Effects of Living

They say that when life gives you lemons,

You make lemonade.

But when the world turns it back on you for a second and all hell breaks loose.

What then?

In my knowledge of this occurrence it seems that the day starts anew anyway,

No matter how hard we protest for it not to come true.

When the skipping of a part in our time lines,

Its best to make the best of it or push it away,

The feelings don’t last all that long and we don’t loose anything from brushing it off.

A core belief of mine that I have in this portion of time is to try and make sure life doesn’t happen the same way twice,

Or where is the fun in having something if your going to have it duplicated?

The pain would be the same,

All the happiness and joy would be lived through the exact same way and during the same timeframe,

Reliving all the grief, remorse, and guilt all together.

And having the same family from head to toe all the same feeling like a robot was given their memories.

Plus all of their facial expressions.

Its like we leapt through time only to relive it to the same exact point from where we leapt from in the first place.

A life where all our dreams and goals stayed the same,

From the end to the beginning all of our life’s plunders and achievements have been the same.

From bad to worse,

In the light or out in the darkness,

In the depression full of anxiety or in the joyous waters that surround us,

We will live through it,

All the way through it,

To the end of time,

Forever shall we live.

Paying it back or forward

She looked at the rain on her window,

Heard the lovely melody outside.

Watched him walk away,

Looking down at my hand the letter of my father.

My lovely annabelle,

Please be kind when you grow,

Make it a responsibility to see a light of dark,

Seek life in those of death.

10 years have gone,

Reading the letters one by one.

Looking at the ink print of his thumb,

Memories that always flood back.

I see him down the street.

Reading what he wrote to me,

2 lefts; a right; and remain straight.

Directions to him I needed to see.

I see him standing at a stand,
I look to see he sees me too,
We start walking, then running,
He embraces me in a warm hug.

We are 22,
10 years have passed since he moved,
He tells me of the adventures he's had,
I tell him the mystery I solved.

This is a poem that I wrote a while ago, I believe that the writing of letters was an idea placed into my mind by the anime Fairy Tail, the mother dies and the girl is writing 'diary' letters to her mom. She tries to tell her mom each day what happens to her; like new friends, fathers reappearing to take her back to her home where she can be 'married off to another rich fellow for profits for a company', hellish guilds that are terribly bad theyll kill anyone who stands in their way, etc. But the thing that I love most about that show is that a bunch of misfits found solitude in a guild named Fairy Tail and they live to protect and love there nakama, "family".

True

It maybe true,

That by looking at the blue ocean hue,

Will make you relax,

But just dont push yourself to the max, 

On trying to make it in time,

Because this poem won’t rhyme.

Please dont panic,

It still is intact.

You can see it once the day is done,

Because its better when….

The sun is gone.

When the moon has arise,

It will make your eyes….

Grow gold.

You are young not old.

This poem I made a while back, maybe I was in my 1st year of high school. I do believe I was, I think this was before my 1st boyfriend, and I'm not saying that my life changed drastically in a bad way. Its more like I learned to love myself more, and to love others. I met a lot of friends that changed my high school status to involved and not lonely or complicatingly normal. This poem was made before I changed the way I saw myself, I still dont know who I am, what I want to do, or who inspires me the most, hell I think that the person who inspires me is Lewis Caroll and my father. I think those are the only 2.

Phone Alarm

This is sorta like a blues/jazz/rock sort of thing, I came up with it obviously like what it says in the song. I came up with it 4 mins ago, and the words just flooded through me. Here it is:

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang

sleeping next to my phone, 

all night long sings the same tune.

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang.

Sleepy am I?

What can I try.

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang,

Sleepy eyes of mine.

Sleepy head over time.

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang,

Overturned my stripe pajamas,

Slept in them all night long.

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang

Sleepy monster under my bed.

Sleepy critters sing in my head.

Snooze the sound no noise comes out,

Press mute,

Then the off button goes to the flute.

Sweet sounds my little alarm.

No words can repeat my beating little heart

When my phone goes off,

It wakes me like a start,

I can’t seem to find,

The marbles in my mind.

My phone goes off,

Its 6 am.

On a Monday morning on the way to hell.

I sleep through my alarm never waking up,

Getting scolded in the morning is my parents love.

Leon and Sora (Kaleido Star Fan-made Couple)

The voice that calls in the wind,

Is the voice that is in my head?

Every waking hour,

You seem to be calling out to me.

I stand here on the bluff,

The ocean breeze is making the trees sway,

The sunset makes the green flash appear across the ocean,

The moon and stars twinkle in the night sky.

We preform on stage,

The audience seems to have gone quiet,

No matter how many times that we seem to preform this maneuver,

You're always by my side.

Our minds sync,

My moves in the air as I glide like an angle in the sky,

The trapeze seem to move in my favor,

Then you catch me as I fall.

We wave to the audience,

We show our combined hands in the air,

We bow to the audience and leave the stage,

Everyone is happy again.

I walk out of the Kaleido Stage,

Stand at the railing looking over the ocean,

You walk up behind me and take your hand in mine,

Your mine and I am yours.

All The Same . . . .

Antonio, sweet Antonio,
Caught between the two tides,
One of the Luna the other of Marez.
Drifted on angry turbulent waters,
Unsure of the quest he seeks.

The squarelling conflicts of speech,
Heard over head upon beach and sea.
The moon of Luna talks to the man of Marez.
The long unsettling conversation of the perturbed man and woman.

To beseech it be to thee,
Antonio talks fervently to the vast expanse of worldly land.
Roaring winds seem to reply.
Never ceasing storms increased in size and monstrous winds escape the blockade of clouds that was built overhead.

A cry of anger,
Ultima; a witch, a lord, a saving grace.
Speaks upon to Antonio describing the raging sea and the calm moon waters,
She calms him by telling of the one and the same speech,
The moon controls the waters of calm but the sea and other waters all share the same body.

All the same . . . .