Free your mind...

Below are some poems and words that my mind produced. It's so relieving to sit here at my computer and write the words that come to mind. No planning, no seeing the bigger picture, just let it all out.

It seems like sometimes I'm so lost in it all.

The waiting, the faking, the perfect brawl.

I timed it just right, to the water's perfection

I made it a fight,

The common rejection.

You stared out the window on this weather remorse.

Scared to turn your head, to look over your shoulder. 

Even if you might see the pool of light behind you.

It's all right, don't fret yourself over it.

Common is fine, you've done it here before.

Perfection,

Such a simple word.

The weather is confused, thought the child wanted snow.

 Then gave the child's heart's desire.

 For the child give such an awful show.

 "I wanted something different!" The child shouts and pouts. "I wanted sun! Today I had planned to play and run."

Slowly Mother enters. Her heart is hurting now. "Yet just last week you prayed for snow. God answered your prayer. How could you throw such a blessing away like that?" She asks.

The child frown and fuss. "That was last week! I changed my mind. Didn't God see that I wanted sun this time?"

She shakes her head sadly, "Can't you be thankful for the blessings you received?"

Ask yourself a question,

Bring yourself to reason,

Maybe it's the season.

Maybe it's the season.

A better timing,

To the world's losing and finding,

It's a better reason,

To believe that there is hope.

I believe that you can find just about anything that you want to see.

Maybe is a word that is too often found.

Finding peace. Crouching lower to the ground.

Feel the earth contact you,

Rushing through your hands.

Here the perfect proof to you,

that there is such a plan.

Everything will work out now,

Give it all your best.

Feel the gentle beat,

Of your heart at rest.

These words so commonly

Spoke,

That I wish to see,

Why the rhyme in my

Hope,

Has hardly count on me.

My past time,

Relax time,

Perfection.

To find peace of mind,

Get swept away,

In the events of the day.

Now find the,

Common rhythm.

Gibberish,

Some might say,

Is better,

Then the truth.

But if you see,

What all is here,

You might, 

Ask for proof.

Words mean emotion,

Let your heart show life.

And in the familiar,

Time of sleep,

Maybe you might catch a peep,

Of the truth that haunts your night.

White mouse-

White mouse, white mouse, on the counter.

 Where just might

 be the summer?

 Has it left you

 in the cold?

 I am sorry...

What a bummer.

White mouse, white mouse, in the mousetrap.

Where is your spouse? 

Is he silver, is he gray? 

Will he be visiting us someday?

Your fur does make me wonder,

 Are there toxins here about?

Is there some other reason…

that I might see such a mouse?

I've seen the silver, brown and grey.

 I've seen them all before.

 But in this very day, 

I've found you on the floor. 

Your pelt is white with silver limbs, You body stiff and cold. 

And yet it seems I've found the rhythm of your heart...

Or so my mind is told.

White mouse, White mouse,

 I must confess.

I did not force you to this mess.

This is my house.

 And we have no use for such a mouse! 

This is my home, 

  Not a place for you to freely roam!

If you thought winter might be cold, 

With its ice and snow that does chill. 

Compare it now to your body,

 Hard and still.

And to the frozen grave you'll find.

I'm sorry for your loss.

But I warned you, 

Did I not?

While I'm glad to share my home,

With many poor and cold lost souls,

 You did not follow all the rules!

You were rude and made a racket,

 I lost hours of my sleep!

And over the counter you did peep,

I forgot you liked to creep!

Tipped the bottle from it's rack,

Tore a hole into this sack!

 You're making me a wreck!

Now these traps are for my safety.

 I would hate to fall and slip, 

On the puddle of your mess,

 When to the floor it could drip!

White mouse, White mouse,

 I hope you find a heaven. 

Yet before my house you do enter,

Be sure to ask my permission!

I saw a dead, light colored mouse in one of our mousetraps and I felt the sudden inspiration to write this poem.

Every other generation...

For ever world there is an equal and opposite. In this case:

Family curse.
girls meet boys in ice-cream store
random notes of story idea.

Late night hauntings

Whispers, stories, all around me. Softly, softly hear them calling.
Morning, evening, all the whispering. Hear them, hear them all together.

Heart felt strings were tugging at me.
Hear them, oh hear them, can't you see?
Whispers, oh whispers all around me.
Hear them, oh hear them suddenly. 
Silence, oh silence, who would see them.
Bringing, oh bringing all the emotions.
Calling, oh calling closer to me.
Did you, oh did you see?
Movement in the darkest corner?
Whispers, oh whispers of the stories?
Brought me, oh brought me from the house.
Made me wish that I wasn't out.
Make me, oh make me feel the cold breeze.
Whispers, oh whispers please?
Tell that tale you told so finely.
Make me feel that chill start to creep.
Shadows, oh shadows on the wall,
I knew you, and I warned them.
Had they known, that they could fall?
I could hold the whispers closer.
...
Then I made the morning shatter.

I was singing this to myself so I wrote down this song. (In a few months after I write more random songs you might notice that I have a fondness of singing about whispers and stories. I personaly do not understand why.) Yay for halloween induced spooks that make me sing! Beware of the orange pumpkins.

My Macbook air has a virus!

My father got microsoft office 2011
Below are the pictures of my screen

A zoom in

He is the Wish. She is the Fantasy. And I am the Dreamer.

Have you smiled today?

Bring winter closer.
Feel the breeze on your lips.
And the time frolics faster and faster 'round,

He was the Wish. A perfectly formed one. "Believe in ME!" It said, "Believe in me."
You couldn't vision the future in the moment that you made it.
You said it wasn't true.
But he is the proof.
The proof...
He was the proof of a greater story.

Life is a story. It's true like these words.
I believe.


She is the Fantasy. A wonderful time. She is the Fantasy that has soon to come true.
You might not see it. You might not dream it. But I have the secret...
I know that I can believe.

And who I am?  Who can I be?
I am the Dreamer. Yes, I am the Dreamer of a greater tale.

To the Dreamer's Wish, May his heart be filled.
To the Dreamer's Fantasy, May her future be known.

I wish you good night.