Faces in the hall

You walk down the halls and sometimes you feel like they can talk. A lot of people don't feel safe it feels like high school is all just one big game. Now you see why I always pop my headphones in because I know what it's like to be left alone. When the halls talk they won't stop like an alarm clock no matter how far you walk there's nothing that you can do to help you block all of the different tick tocks. This school has turned so see through but what can we do. All of these different cliques is what destroys friendships. Some try to fit in some don't give in. I don't fit in any groups and no I won't change my looks. I'd rather be me then act how I was back when I was thirteen. You don't need everyone's approval. You need the ones that were always there for you when life was so crucial. If you don't have anyone fine but remember you still have yourself and there's no such thing as a life that's better than yours.

Heart's gone

Do you ever feel like your hearts gone or feel like it's been hit by a batton and now it just throbs and now you're asking God when will this ever stop. Some people go the same route and it gives them doubt feel like whenever they're around them they can never sprout turns out this happens day in day out. They decide to change for something that's a little strange. You feel like you're finally accepted except it was all deception now you've learned a lesson and now full of resentment. But it's hard because if you like someone it's usually homecoming queen vs the ugly duckling. Feels like love is always struggling how troubling. Your hearts hard to listen to because when you like someone you go into a war zone with no gun you don't know if you should keep chasing or just run. The heart is confusing because it's either amusing or it causes bruising. It hurts like a paper cut you forget it's there but it'll come back so beware because it's not afraid to show you where.

Counterclockwise

I remember thinking how everyone is moving forward.
I wanted to keep going backwards. I know living in the past is a hazard
but it's a big factor
to help you see what really matters.
I remember being a loner people
telling me to grow up
but let me show ya
that long ago that I was one of those people that chased after the status quo
and although I chased after this I still felt like sometimes it was a game show.
People walking forward I'm going back home.
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure
I couldn't answer any better
except the man gathering the treasure
is a bit more clever
cause even though he has lesser
it still gives him pleasure
because he knows that God will love him forever.
I remember thinking back then nothing was the limit
and how slow a minute was
and how high my spirit was.
I see now people still take things for granted
but remember all the things you were handed
because I remember all the things I ever wanted
but never got it
because I felt like everything I ever got never lasted.
I notice now before everyone had money there was love
and before the money it was tough
but why is it for some it's never enough.
Or why is it when people get money
the world starts to get ugly
and people start coming to their old buddy
because they feel hungry.
You see guys in high school pimping
thinking that they're winning
but life will come back around hitting
just give it time because the clock is always ticking.
Back then somebody liked you they thought they had cooties
but as you grow up you start to see the beauty.
But some people take advantage
I wouldn't know cause I'm mostly a romantic
who's just average
not very attractive
but I still learned how to manage.
Think about if all the life you choices you made were the opposite.
I know that my life wouldn't be anything near positive.

I used to wonder what it feel like
But now, I know, achieved the goal
I ran the race I won the gold
I used to wonder what it feel like
You can really do anything.

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In remembrance of me

I remember chasing the ice cream trucks.
I remember being a little kid now i'm off making bucks.
I remember the first time my dad taught me how to tie my shoes.
I remember every Sunday with the family and our barbecues.
I remember watching the WWE with my brother.
I remember the first time I touched a basketball.
I remember going to the pool and can only do cannonballs.
I remember thinking that I'll end up as a pro baller.
I remember getting in fights and being a brawler.
I remember how I used to have a really bad stutter.
I remember moving from house to house.
I remember running away not thinking and people wondering where was my whereabouts.
I remember when we played Zelda on Nintendo 64.
I remember when we blasted our stereo how I wish I can relive that some more.
I remember being babysat by my great grandma.
I remember being a maniac and never cared for my asthma.
I remember the first time I learned how to ride a bike.
I remember meeting my friends and how we were so alike.
I remember being called Tank cause I was so chubby.
I remember watching boomerang and always learning from bugs bunny.
I remember always watching Allen Iverson against Kobe Bryant.
I remember when things were always silent.
I remember my teachers always acting like tyrants.
I remember moving to Utah.
I remember when I met my best friend.
I remember when I got sick in 5th grade and I couldn't attend.
I remember when Jr. High school started.
I remember all my friends leaving me I thought they were so heartless.
I remember getting in my last fight.
I remember thinking what's wrong or right.
I remember hanging out with my dad and flying our kite.
I remember my mom teaching me how to always be polite.
I remember my dad telling me to never disrespect women.
I remember losing my first friend but I knew he was going to Heaven.
I remember the sunshine.
I remember when life was so divine.
I remember being too nervous to talk to a girl in high school.
I remember thinking how she was such a jewel.
I remember actually talking to her in Jr. year.
I remember thinking that she would never reappear.
I remember being alone.
I remember the stupid things I did just to be known.
I remember the first time I was offered weed.
I remember how cool I thought I seemed.
I remember turning my friend down.
I remember him telling me that he I thought I was a clown.
I remember seeing this girl at the gym yes at the gym. (this is my blog so I get to say whatever.)
I remember everyday I used to see her wanting to say something.
I remember coming home after seeing her suffering.
I remember the day that she stopped coming.
I remember how we always said hi to each other but nothing else.
I remember when I saw her again.
I remember thinking how the odds were against me.
I remember accidentally asking if she my buddies brother.
I remember seeing her laughter.
I remember taking her on a date.
I remember asking her to my first prom face to face.
I remember thinking that finally things are going my way.

A tale of 2 cities

This is a tale of 2 cities
Both are revered to me as great cities
While one city helped me face anything gritty
The other helped me start a new series.
While I lost some
I knew I couldn't succumb
To whatever may come because life still goes on. Back then I thought that happiness was temporary always has been
And I thought sadness would never end.
I kept asking questions
Hoping to get lessons
And fix these imperfections
And then maybe in the mirror I'll hopefully see different facial expressions.
I knew I could only a trust a few
Because some couldn't come through I didn't know who to look to
Sometimes I wish I can undo
And pursue
Something that will help me pay the dues
Sometimes it feels like deja vu
But that's just my point of view.
But that was in the past
If it was played in a movie everything would go by so fast
Put me in a art show you can see the different contrast.
That was good old Long Beach California
Which was filled with many people having insomnia
And smoking marijuana
But luckily my momma
Told me I didn't need that to find nirvana.
But my friends went the opposite
Cause instead of drinking tap water out of the faucet
They decided they wanted to make a profit
I told them there were different options
We didn't have to be those people with heaters in our pockets
They said they were scared for their families they needed to walk around with confidence
And make sure everybody knew that if they did anything there would be consequences.
But I see them now they're keeping people from starving
But drugs is what they're farming
But they still haven't done any harming.
The present
Is what helped me stop living life like a peasant
Be grateful for what i'm given
But I didn't know how Utah was going to help me with the second segment
Of my story
Well maybe it'll help me chase for glory.

Shoes

My shoes I can tell which one are my shoes because they're always torn I bet that they wish they could be returned. My shoes have been through abuse because they have been reuse. I haven't had brand new shoes in awhile so my shoes are always out of style but it doesn't mean I don't have to smile because it's not like there's a trial for bad shoe attire. If I was judged on appearance then I should go give my clothes back to clearance sales like good riddance. But as long as they get me the distance then I don't care cause I know that's business. I get shoes rarely because I know how much they vary it's always changing so I don't care for some fad or just to look rad everyone just has to live life glad.