I just guess i'm in a Fab Five mood today :)

Every moment,
Can’t be savored enough,
Can’t be held forever, like it should be.

And I don’t want to live the day,
Where those moments can’t exist,
Anymore.

I don’t want to feel,
That raw emptiness,
That passive grasping for something more,
Rendered useless.

If these moments,
Can last forever,
Then why shouldn’t they?

A poem in the style of the Fab Five

Once you’d gone,
It was never the same,
Despite would you told me,
I thought I was to blame.

And I remembered,
Every fault I’d shown,
I didn’t realize,
What it’d be like once I was alone.

I’ll be patient,
If you give me a reason to,
And even if…
How do I know it’s true?

Even when people,
Told me I shouldn’t
I still believed in you,
When you couldn’t.

But what do I have to show?
Did everything I did just evaporate?
Did it mean anything?

What's the Point

what's the point,
if it all goes to nothing,
if it all collapses,
on itself?

where do i stand,
if not nowhere,
it deosn't matter,
i'll just fall down,
eventually.

then why get back up,
but only to savor the moments,
when you can reach farther
than just within you,

when you can mean more,
than just what you mean to yourself,
that's why we pick ourselves back up,
that's why we live.

uhhhh im bored so i wrote this fictional poetry, enjoy it my Fruit Loops w/out milk (cuz they're better that way...)

With hand outsretched,
and gnarled from years of emotion,
he offered to help me up,
and bewildered was i,
at such a happening of this old man,
helping me up from the ground,
nodding all-knowingly....

Petting my cat!!!!!!!!!!!

He runs to the rug as he sees you approach,
lies down, waits to be pet,
one wrong move, and he'll jump up,
edging away, dissapointed in you.

And you can't help to feel guilt,
a sweet sorrow, that yet miniscule,
lingers in regret,
to pet another day

From this day forth...

i have an Alter ego, so if you hear this name, its me undercover (winkwink)...

DAMIEN PAPRIKA THE THIRD

My word of the day

i can't stop saying...

GOULASH

some useless words that happened to be grouped together

The little shreds of rubber,

Represented,

Discarded thoughts.

i'm going to try to write more today, but i'm kind of sugar high so i can't think straight... adios my little sugar coverd lemon squirts :))))))))))))))

READ THIS PEEPS

Uggers i can't think of what to write about, comment with a topic so i can honor you with my literature

An interesting anecdote rfom the life of you're favorite blogger (or, as i like to say, Blogga)

One thing i strongly believe in is hippies. So many conservatives have shunned the hippie way of life since 'nam, and are teaching they're children to do the same. This annoys me because in my point of view, the hippie life is the life for me! Free love, peace,and freedom are all values i deeply believe in. At camp last week an incident occurred that still lingers in the back of my mind.
"You never stop smiling," said someone i had befriended at the camp.
"I guess i'm just a happy person," i replied.
"Yeah, he just loves everyone!" said my other friend i'd known for years.
"I'm like a modern day hippie," i laughed.
"Wow, he admits it," whispered a girl next to me to her friend.

Can you see what the f*ck is wrong with this picture?

A short little snippet of my cerebellum's ponderings

Empowered by peace and focus,
the elegant hunter caresses the skies.

More writing to come, my chocolate covered gummy worms :)

A new poem for you, my rasberry gum drops

Blue

Blue is tranquility,
silent contentment,
not angry, or sad.

When i close my eyes,
and peer into vacancy, not black, only absence.
I can imagine colors and feeling bursting on the back of my eyelids,
and the first color to appear is always blue.

IDK whether this is one poem, 2, or 3, take it as you wish my little gummy bears

Every piece of sand

Is but a piece of stone,

Together, these little pieces of sand,

Hold back oceans.

Tranquil,

Not always still,

But elegant, peaceful.

Redrock risen rambunctiously,

With green grass growing gallantly,

Scattered amok with yellow buds,

Slowly exploding to blooms.

Crapola

Untitled by Noah Young
(heavily a work in progress, i need people to critique these first two paragraphs. Thanks.)

The telephone ran while he was running the vacuum cleaner. Annoyed at now having to turn off the vacuum, pick up the phone, then after that turn the vacuum back on, then pick up where he left off, Daniel politely attempted to mask his disappointment as he answered the phone. As he heard what the woman on the other line said, his light-hearted voice and upbeat tone quickly melted away.
“I’ll be right there,” said Daniel shakily to the woman.

*

“I tried to tell him, I tried,” whispered Daniel out loud, yet to himself, as his ’96 Buick raced down I-95 in the fast lane. The woman he had talked to earlier was a secretary at Greencich Hospital. Daniel’s son, Richy was in a serious motorcycle accident.

Untitled

Reverse time,
can make a door.

Can make things happen.

Can begin trust in an instant.

Can suck the life out of someone.
Then bring them back.

Can walk backwards,
and fix the biggest mistake.

Can writea poem with an eraser.

Unwanted Armor

The scariest wall,
Stood in front of me,
Not of stone,
Not of brick.
Of lies.

It stood there shaky,
Yet prematurely confident.

Reality stood on the otherside,
And I couldn’t meet it,
With it’s unwanted armor.

Untitled by Noah Young

I glanced around the room, not paying too much attention any single element. Each an every part of the room brought a short flashback, memory, nostalgia; Some were significant, others were faint.

I remembered that night. A horrible knocking, no, pounding, on the door woke us all. We knew they had come for us. With their army green suits, and red arm bands. I remember when I was little thinking that their symbol looked the rays of the sun. That was before I knew what Nazis were all about, until they came for my brother. They said he needed to join them, to start his training. Little by little they picked up the hints our house had to offer. The black Yamaka on top of Father’s history book really gave us away. We were Jews. They were Nazis. Some would hat such a night, but for our family, what happened then was a blessing. The 2 men could have killed us. Simply taken out their guns and fired. O r they could have taken us. Preformed their terrible experiments on us. I remember them simply saying, “You’d ought to leave here. Nothing good can come of staying.” And with that, they grabbed my brother, and left. I remember the look in my brothers eyes as he was carried away. I will always remember his eyes. Every day after that until we got to America is a blur. All the chaos, the walking in the night, the sleeping during the day. All I can really remember is that we took a train, and then a boat.

Being in our old house after these many years was paralyzing, I was enraptured by memory. And finally I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. I turned around and left.