tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28946620290249747202024-03-13T21:29:36.458-07:00Unborn HappinessHappiness can be born in the strangest of places... You just have to look for them.unborn_happinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232130174900102056noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894662029024974720.post-21273031096103983522009-03-15T17:31:00.000-07:002009-03-15T18:04:08.788-07:00Wanting<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/Sb2ldpkvgJI/AAAAAAAAACc/f-8sl626ezk/s1600-h/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313585064161804434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/Sb2ldpkvgJI/AAAAAAAAACc/f-8sl626ezk/s320/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I want to be the one you call when <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">something</span> just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">isn't</span> right<br />the one you wish on stars almost every night<br />the one in your dreams with the heavenly smile<br />the one that you wish could just stay for a while<br />the one that you stare at from across the room<br />the one that you catch staring back at you too<br />the one that will stand with you in the dark<br />the one that will sign your heart with a loving mark<br />the one that could never break you apart<br />and the one that you know owns your heart</div>unborn_happinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232130174900102056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894662029024974720.post-19887483266665308532009-03-15T15:20:00.000-07:002009-03-15T17:25:11.755-07:00The Ruler Has Died<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/Sb2cJsrTw0I/AAAAAAAAACU/JxzqJtL4PMc/s1600-h/CIMG0047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313574825792619330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/Sb2cJsrTw0I/AAAAAAAAACU/JxzqJtL4PMc/s320/CIMG0047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The brick wall you have built has crumpled to the ground<br />the armor you came with is now no where to be found<br />your people left you standing in the mess that they have made<br />and no one is brave enough to admit that they are afraid<br />the beast inside you feeds on the pain of those all around<br />and the angels sent from heaven rather not be found<br />the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">children's</span> laughter has subsided and the mothers cry has grown<br />most people are relived that those children <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aren't</span> their own<br />your kingdom has collapsed and what are you left with now<br />the heart of a use-to-be and a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sorrowful</span> looking frown</div>unborn_happinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232130174900102056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894662029024974720.post-79052880487034640492009-03-14T16:43:00.000-07:002009-03-15T18:45:42.998-07:00To Be Deserved<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/SbxNO9M2OYI/AAAAAAAAABs/lOl48gTxwX8/s1600-h/breakup.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313206579732298114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/SbxNO9M2OYI/AAAAAAAAABs/lOl48gTxwX8/s320/breakup.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>She didn't deserve what she went through</div><div>he didn't deserve her at all</div><div>he just used her to make himself more</div><div>never realizing that he was making her fall</div><div>she cried for days over him</div><div>he didn't even shed a tear</div><div>and I am sitting in the corner watching it all</div><div>trying to hold back my fear</div><div>he didn't say anything to her</div><div>she tried to talk but nothing came out</div><div>he gave her sweet kisses that meant nothing</div><div>all she could respond with was a quick pout</div><div>she thought about him all day</div><div>his friends were a more important thought</div><div>she tried to fight for their love</div><div>he never cared that she even fought</div><div>I tried to say something soothing trying to make her forget</div><div>but he held the key to her heart </div><div>something she would never dare regret</div><div>she didn't deserve what she went through</div><div>and he didn't deserve her at all</div><div></div><div>he just used her to make himself more</div><div></div><div>never realizing that he was making her fall</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>unborn_happinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232130174900102056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894662029024974720.post-46378195041210412852009-03-12T20:20:00.000-07:002009-03-14T17:39:07.128-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/SbnVkaEZXGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/is8vdvwJA6o/s1600-h/justin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312512056909978722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/SbnVkaEZXGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/is8vdvwJA6o/s320/justin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>I look at him glazing at the veiw ahead of himself</div><br /><div>A side walk, some street lights, a crooked mailbox is all I can see</div><br /><div>But why are his eyes lite like a burning flame staring into what I beleive is nothing at all</div><br /><div>He does not see what I do </div><br /><div>He see's a castle, a horse, the king high on his thrown, a beautiful princess dancing away, a brave knight with armor of steal</div><br /><div>and why cant I see what he does</div><br /><div>I look closer and closer and suddenly see the princess</div><br /><div>"Would you like to dance with me?"</div><br /><div>Ofcourse</div><div> </div><div></div><div>The photo is of my little brother during a neighborhood walk. I wrote this poem because I feel that everyday we get older we loose a little bit of our imaginations or atleast thats what some adults want us to do. In the poem I can't see what he does because he is so little and open minded something I might have lost a long time ago even though I'm not that old. The princess represents imagination and that if you try hard enough she will come back to you...</div></div>unborn_happinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232130174900102056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894662029024974720.post-21659552499603220102009-03-12T19:31:00.000-07:002009-03-12T19:54:16.258-07:00Loud Silence<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/SbnIqsIkXFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZImKv4wHwOI/s1600-h/flower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312497871187369042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4vcIAgDu9P8/SbnIqsIkXFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZImKv4wHwOI/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" /></a>Little flower that stands so tall, <br />thats oh so young ,but yet knows it all,<br />that has lived and died and done it again,<br />that had seen all there was to see, but still didn't hope for it to end,<br />that has been touched by the butterfly,<br />and stung by the the bee,<br />thats been drinking the maple from the old maple tree,<br />that was caught in the fence and lifted by the bird,<br />that never said a word,<br />but still everybody heardunborn_happinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232130174900102056noreply@blogger.com0