Helpless

Well I guess it's that time of year again.
Everyone's coughing and sneezing, temperatures rising.
Unfortunately, I'm one of those helpess victims.
Attacked by some sort of viral army that's taking over my body.
It's at times like this I realize how helpless I am.
I have the ability to conquer my fears and choose what's right and wrong.
I feel so powerful as a human being, the highest race on this planet.
Yet one little cold can turn this powerful creature into a helpless mess.
I become so dependent on others, so hard to even move or open my eyes.
If I'm so helpless just because of this little cold, I truly doubt the power of humans.
Sure we've climbed mountains, explored oceans and even been to the moon.
But why can one little sickness make you feel that you're finally done for?

Innocence is Bliss

They say ignorance is bliss, but I believe innocence is bliss. Why can't we all go back to our time of innocence? Why can't we all go back to the playground? The sandbox where color, gender, race, nothing mattered. As long as you had a shovel and pail you were accepted. The swings where your clothes didn't determine who you were. You just had to get there first and it was yours, from the count of 1-60. The slide where the only problem with each other was cooties. Then, circle circle dot dot and you had the cootie shot, fine in a second. Sure, it wasn't perfect back then either, but at least it wasn't as bad as now. Is it fair to shun someone only because of their gender, race, color, choices, religion, level of intelligence, or the many other pointless reasons we give now? Why can't we at least smile at each other regardless of who we are? Why do we treat people unfairly? Who sets the standards for "popular"? Let's try to give someone the benefit of the doubt and accept them regardless, after all it was only the bad kids who played unfair and that got time-outs.

Torn

Weakness takes over, it hurts to breathe,
Every little word stings, every sneer hurts.
Torn, torn, the heart hurts more than anything.
Those glaring eyes, those mocking smiles,
Every second painfully passing by,
Torn, torn, the pain of the heart, the worst pain of all.
Tears give in to sorrow, flow silently like rivers,
Every reassuring glance is cast aside,
Torn, torn, emotionally not physically.
Body fails to move, can't feel the heart's pain,
After all it was words not blows that hit it,
Torn, torn, the heart breaks and no one ever knows.

My Very Own New Year

Apart from celebrating the new year on January 1st,
I have my very own new year, a special day just for me.
January 12 is my unique day, the start of another year.
This year was my 15th year, and it came by so fast.
A birthday feels like new year for me, a time to think,
a chance not only look forward, but to look back as well.
Like the new year, I think back, what did 14 hold for me?
All of those wonderful memories, and those amazing friends.
Those priceless moments and those breathtaking experiences.
I'll never be 14 again, but will 15 have the same things in store?
Will it be just as fun, or will it be even more special than I imagined?
I know I'll have to wait, wait to see what 15 has in store for me.

Remote Control

How I wish at times there could be a remote control for life.
Rewind, Forward, Stop, Pause, Play, I'd press them all.
Rewind back to those memories I wish would've lasted forever.
Forward past those memories I wish never existed.
Stop at those wonderful memories that should've never left me.
Pause at that one time when I felt I couldn't have been happier.
Play those sincerely joyous memories over and over again.
In a way, that's what my mind's for, the real remote control of life.
I can replay, forget, take in, cherish the memories inside my head.
Little files, hidden in an archive of perplexing thoughts.
Save those good ones, pull them out whenever I want to.
Delete those bad ones, store them away for forever and ever.
My own portable computer, my memories kept safe and secret.
My past, present, future, may they stay preserved in my memory for eternity.