Mamanina

Lost things, 

Turn into found things,

You've given me tons, 

Rocks and Dimes, 

Keys and lockets with no pictures,

little things that mean nothing to someone,

but to us they're treasure.

Memories,

filled to the brim with loving memories.

A box filled with our treasured found things,

sits a circle of amber,

Don't know how it ended up in your possession, 

but you said as you put it in my enclosed hand,

"Keep it safe".

So this day and age,

I kept it.

In a drawer filled with lost things,

Which are found things.

Thank you for teaching me.

Reading to me.

And loving me.

Like

I hope what ever I said was worthwhile

That you like what I started

And Finished it the way we said we would

Would you be glad

Would you be sad

How would it end for you.

What would be the new beginning

Start it off

1, 2, 3

Remember the countdown

Remember the COUNTDOWN

Forgiven

Forgot

Placed and Left out

Traveling minds

That blew out over time

The story goes 

That the man forgot

She was his bride

She left him to die

And she gave up the curse

Start it off

1, 2, 3

Remember the countdown

Remember the COUNTDOWN

Remember the Peace

Remember the Silence

Sorry thats not how it goes

Start it off

1, 2, 3

Remember the countdown

Remember the COUNTDOWN

ALL END

Update

I am a young woman who is going into her senior year of high school. I'd like to say that my poems and stories, as well as songs are made because of the impressions i have about my life. The relationships I make and the situations I face, whether they are good or bad, I think that I draw inspiration from them. So I hope you read more of my "diary" entries. Since most of them are about my life.

Oni

Oni

There is an angel giving me advice,

Her advice is to listen to others,

And have a life for their sake.

What about my sake.

The devil that lives in my pills,

Says to live for my sake.

To concentrate on myself not others.

I have decided on the name for the angel.

It shall be she-demon.

The devil gives me guidance.

I later learn that once you accept outward appearance,

And accept whats on the inside,

You can have best friends.

My best friend is the Devil,

He is sometimes called an Oni/Monster.

He lives inside my head.

But I'm just glad he's not the angel.

The angel was forcing a mask on me.

She was creating me into the perfect person.

Not into the crazy me I'm meant to be.

Would you rather have the Crazed Artist or the Perfectionist?

Sammy

Sammy

What should I call him,

Other than boyfriend,

What name should I give him,

Sweetheart,

Goody Two Shoes,

Sammy-kun?

I don't think so.

I need something specific to him,

Something that screams HIM!

But what can I call him that won't kill me inside if we decided to break up,

I dont want one word to break me,

One thing to set me off,

One gesture to remember.

The pain is always remembered.

So what can I call him as if not to be attached but at the same time attached at the hip.

Its so unreal,

Having another person that feels like your other half,

And when your missing them you feel dull inside,

You feel as if the world split apart and swallowed you whole.

So what name should I describe him as.

Someone who knows everything to say,

Who knows how to push all my buttons,

Who understands my whole being without knowing me for a long time.

What should I call someone who doesn't love me fully,

But will give me the whole world in exchange.

Why does my heart ache for him so?

Why can I tell him something that is so insignificant in person, then ask him something important over the phone?

Why am I so PATHETIC?

Getting upset over not finding a pet name.

Goody Two Shoes has stuck so until i find something else...

IT WILL STAY!

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