Dreams

When believing in a dream,

You yourself is vulnerable to the beyond.

Those who get called to it,

And those who don't.

The beyond is a place where no one should go to.

It's a place where all dreams come true, 

Only consequences appear with every wish,

And every wish is limited.

Your dreams may come to you,

Or be forced upon you. 

One thing is certain,

A dream can only go so far.

Grandma (Susan)

This is originally a song, so dont be surprised for all the "oh"'s and chord phrasing for the guitar: Am, F, C, and G. 

Without further ado, the song:

Am F C G

Let angles fall down through the clouds

let all our callings fall out

let us speak through those who are not

let us run through the heavens without a start

let me speak (x2) 

I miss you (x2)

Your presence is still here (x2)

I remember you (x2)

Am F C G

I love you (x3)

And may our secrets over power mine

and our lives be entertained

oh oh

Am F C G

Let angles fall down through the clouds

let all our callings fall out

let us speak through those who are not

let us run through the heavens without a start

let me speak (x2) 

I miss you (x2)

I L-O-V-E you

I L-O-V-E you

I L-O-V-E you

I L-O-V-E you

Oh Oh Oh

Oh Oh Oh

Oh Oh Oh

Oh Oh Oh

Try to step and I will feel you,

Feel my touch and I will see you

Let angles fall down through the clouds

let all our callings fall out

let us speak through those who are not

let us run through the heavens without a start

Miss you

i miss you

I love you

love you

love you

I love you

(Strum once)

I see through those green eyes

Those ones who watch me

Watch me through my life

Let angles fall down through the clouds

let all our callings fall out

let us speak through those who are not

let us run through the heavens without a start

And in the comments below will carry the link to the Youtube version of the song, MY SONG!!!

Dead Gone, Dedicated to Sage

When I see your face,

Screaming out to me,

I wonder what you're saying,

Since I can’t hear a thing,

And I’m wondern’ what they say,

When I scream out your name

In the middle of the train station on the corner of walnut street,

And I’m saying,

Why -----------, don’t you see me -----------,

Why -----------, don’t you see me -----------,

Im standing here all alone,

Im standing here all alone,

And I’m staying here

Waiting for you to come home,

Im waitin’ all around for your footsteps to come down from these heights that you call yourself the god of all,

But you're dead gone,

You're dead gone,

You're not coming back,

Not coming back,

You're dead gone,

But I scream your name in the center of the street,

Off the corner of the Walnut,

And I'm screaming out your name,

I see your old face your face before dead,

And I’m screaming ----------- out your name, your name,

Your name,

You changed it when you died,

I mean you stay the same girl that I knew, but still you were just 15,

You, you're gone, mean and you're gone, not there,

You're gone,

You're gone,

You're gone,

You're gone,

You're gone,

You're gone,

You're gone,

You're gone,

You're gone,

You ---------------/

You--------oh--------waoh-------,

You-------------------------------,

You---------------------------------,

You, only 15 just a little boy,

You, came you changed your life,

I was only there for half a year,

And then you changed so much,

You're dead gone-----------------------------,

You're dead gone-----------------------------,

You're dead gone-----------------------------,

You're dead gone-----------------------------,

You're dead gone-----------------------------,

Youre only 15 only seen half my world,

Only seen the gonness death and back,

Youre only 15 only seen so little,

And now you're dead-----------------------------gone.

This is a song can be watched: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDKYC9-codQ

This is my own personal song. So its not copied.

My Letter to my Protector Emotions

Dear Sadness, Sorrow, and Depression,

I’d hate to inform you, but you’re not needed anymore. I know that you and I’s relationship has been trustworthy, you’d always come thru for me in the end. You’ve convinced me to do things I’d never thought to do in the first place. You’ve taken me places that I never knew I could get to. I’ve met new friends that have lots in common with me, they all have you! You share me with lots; there’s girls, boys, and those who don’t know what they are yet. And you’re the one who always talks with me after I’d been bullied, reminding me that this is not the only time I’ve felt bad, and that I’d even felt even more hurt. Other times where I thought my gut would spill over from all the words said to me by you.

Love,

You’re best friend: Leena Keefe

Fever

Burning to crisp,

As i light the fire,

Holding inconinse,

Caring more.

Trying to be bright,

Cadel light,

Wishignon a star,

Being carried far.

Oh——

ohh———

And i light my hair on fire.

my body burns in the daytime,

my power burns in eternal flame,

my body is crumbling to ashes,

as I incinerate in the woods.

And I light the fire in the open,

and i keep my feelings inside,

and my depression leaks only during passionate flickers of the flame.

I keep my flame,

i keep my emotions in check.

I follow the balance that i keep,

into the wilderness.

Check my pulse,

Check to see if I’m still breathing.

Cause I might be mythical,

And mysteriously alive.

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.
https://instagram.com/explore/tags/420sageit/

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.