Time of mutants-.

Sunday, August 10, 2008, 8:46 PM

Please Dad, Tell me.

As soft winds sweep away the daysI look back on life through a haze.Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,In childlike gaze that never ends.The laughter in a game of catch,Shall memory ever attach...To innocence in youthful eyes,Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.I recall my first bike, first wreck,Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"Convinced me to give one more try,While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.

Just the joy knowing he was there,Making him proud my only care.There was nothing I couldn't do,My heart held fast that to be true.Though teenage years were kind of rough,I sure wasn't too big or tough.You taught me to defend what's rightAnd never back down from a fight.So I learned the hard way to stand,Still, with each lump, I found your hand.

Drawing from you an inner strength,And stubborn pride of equal length.But there the line of fate was drawn,As though I blinked and you were gone.I found myself facing the sun,Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.Eyes blinded by a void inside,I could not live that you had died.Alas finding it to be true,I could do nothing without you.

Please, Dad, today just hear my call,I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,My emotions undisciplined.I can't get up although I try,Please don't be upset if I cry.Though I can't fight what I can't see,Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me.

haha, I was just bored. Nothing to write about. Dad, if your reading this, pls do not get upset..
Im bored. Im tired. I've tried. You just dont believe...

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a boy.It feeds on loneliness and creates a void Gray shadows haunt and torment and tortureA teenager is stricken and destroyed
There is no sound of laughter or happiness hereThe little one has thrown in the towel todaySomber, melancholy moods decay the soulIt is futile to hope and dream and pray

Emptiness builds a home in this Man.In this boy, this child where hollows have bred A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes and eats away at every connecting thread
Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,Leaving nothing considered worthy remainsDestined to walk through life less ordinaryAlone, exiled, different and disdained.