Leave Me A Note's Stories

Getting Lost

2008-09-19T02:14:20Z

I lay on the soft, cold grass as it swirls around me brushing up against my body. The grass seems almost moist, it makes me feel alive.
I hear the rustling of the leaves from the wind in the trees. What sweet music it is.
I look up at the night sky covered in clouds. It might rain, but I will stay if it does.
The lights from the city are a long way off, and I cannot see them. But the moon and stars are bright enough for me.
The wolf howls softly a tune of sorrow. I let it sink in.
I feel the wind brush against my face as the wind snaps and howls fiercly, just like the wolf and his tune.
Everything is beating to the perfect rhythm, to the perfect pace.
My heart pounds deeply in my chest and I feel like never before. So at peace it’s crazy.
But as the leaves rustle, the wind and the wolf howl, and the grass sways to-and-fro, I lose myself and let it all go.

That Beautiful Mess of You

2008-09-19T01:55:54Z

Papers sprawled on the floor cover the carpet. You scratch your head in confusion. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
“Know about what?” I ask.
“Everything.”
At that I pondered and escaped deeply into my mind. I didn’t know either. But somehow in someway I did know. You start to speak, and it takes me back to reality. I look up at you and see you in a way I’ve never seen you before. It was like slow motion but even better. I couldn’t hear you but the words you say that emerge from your mouth and reflect off your lips, blow me away with a fire that cannot be desired as they are just words alone just like you and I fighting for our lives mentally, physically, gruesomely, and cleanly in a beautiful mess.

minds

2008-09-09T01:56:36Z

Unknown to the new world of wonder, above and beyond of all the people they plunder, searching for the one thing they they desire and they don’t know what it is.
As all the people crowd in the station they wait and wait for the glorious moment when they tell them who they are.
Minds are racing while people fight, people fighting while others wonder.
And on the day, this glorious day, people turn and say to their neighbor their dreams and deepest secrets.
Things that are ment to be left in journals, things that are ment to be left unsaid, spill out of their mouths.
Who knows what these wonderful creatures may be, swimming through our minds.
But on the day, this glorious day, people can’t help but cry.
Lights gleam with dazzling colors on the faces of every other, like a mirror reflection searching for the light.
Just like you splatter you thoughts on a filled piece of paper, these people only think of where they are.
Unknown to the world they fall, fall deeply into their minds.

This One's For You

2008-08-13T19:53:37Z

I know you’re hurt, as I am too, but keep your thoughts together as you read this, for this is for you.
The world is so relentless, as I thought was I, but as the day grow nearer, I can only cry.
My laughter is stifled by the stiffness of the world as everything is a weapon, especially those words.
To cut, to scare, to stab, to kill the beauty of a soul.
To crush a dream, to take a life, words do have it all.
It’s all a game no loser no winner just people here and there in doubt.
The dictionary is the only one that does not lie so why don’t you pull it out?
Read the stories it has to tell by the words that are produced.
So don’t let go, it’s just a ride, it will be over soon.

In A Performer's Head Before They Go On stage

2008-07-23T19:29:28Z

As I am strapped in lace and tears run down my face, all I think about is everything.
The people’s minds are made up, they do not have a choice while the world is dying and I look to you for my cue.
My heart is pounding while all the decisions I make affect tonight. This isn’t right.
I turn around and run away while on the stage they’re faking gay.
My mind is made up while the people’s are changing, waiting for what’s never going to unfold.
Is it right to run away while people depend on everything from you? Asking for your everything, your nothing just to use you again?
This is the performance of my life that I will never perform.

Away Away

2008-07-23T19:16:22Z

In the sky you follow your mind,
Away away you go.
Higher and higher your dreams fly,
Away away you go.
Lost in confusion, confused in a maze,
Away away you go.
On a journey with a one-way ticket,
Away away you go.
Wishes are made up of life and hope,
Away away you go.
Flying through space and into the clouds. Flying through your mind and into the stars, you go.
The bird flys in the sky with your dreams and wishes, away away they go.

6-10-08 = Birth of Dreams

2008-06-16T19:28:08Z

Dreams come from nothing and nothing’s from the heart.
Dreams come from secrets hiding in the dark.
Dreams come from love of every single soul.
Dreams come from light that hides but always shows.
Dreams are something that can scare you to death.
Dreams are things that make the journeys in life.
Dreams are wishes on steriods; oozing out of your mind.
Dreams make the blood in your veins pumping to make it happen, and while the world around me spins, I realize that my dream is to be with you. Because after all, who has the same dreams I do?

It Almost Hurts to Wish

2008-05-02T19:04:45Z

It almost hurts to close my eyes and make a wish for all the things I’ll never get for all the things I’ll never do and waste this wish on me and you.
To wish to know how many days before I die, to know how many chances I’ll get before I fly.
To wish to live, to hear, to see, and talk, to move my crippled legs and walk.
To wish to know when life begins, to remember the places where I have been.
To wish on a shooting star for something wonderful and completely bizarre.
To wish to know the mysteries of life, to live in love and not live in strife.
To wish to know myself and who I am and may be, and to finally wish to be loved and be set free.

Among the Earth

2008-05-01T19:54:19Z

The wind whistled past my ears as I ran, my fingers sliding across the fence quickly. The cold sensation of the fence gave me goose bumps throughout my body. I felt free.
I smiled as the sun blanketed me with warmth. I felt loved.
My bare feet stepped quickly into the deep yellow grass, pounding on the surface of the Earth. I felt fast.
Through my ears I could hear the whispers from the grass and the wind. I felt accompanied.
Through my eyes I saw a world so lovely and so alive. I felt blessed.
My lungs full of air and my heart beating to the perfect pace. I felt oh so alive.
The elements of the Earth took hold of me. It flowed through me. My mind emptied from all my troubles. And for once, I didn’t feel alone, but connected with the Earth.

Go Tell Julia

2008-04-28T21:51:36Z

Pat whispered the three most valuable things in Laura’s ear. Pat was smiling and knew what he had done. He liked that feeling.
Laura was excited about what he told her because she defined the things that were said wrong.
Laura was smiling and said excitedly, “Go tell Julia.”
Pat laughed at how gullible Laura was.
“Sure.”
Pat didn’t mind after all because the more people he deathwished – he thought – the better.

That Lovely Life

2008-04-28T20:48:34Z

I feel so lost, confused, and restless as I’m trying to think back.
But now I confess that i got myself into this mess and is surrounded by never ending troubles.
I try to think of a way to get out but evey idea seems to have a doubt about the way i should finnish this and maybe end it all.
My thoughts were rushing my heart was pounding and then I realized it all. I’ll let a bullet into my head with nothing done and nothing said as I say my final goodbyes you look at me and ask me why. I’ll say I needed you I loved you but you never loved me back that this is not a lie but a hard-cover fact that you were caught up in your lovely life and never thought of me as to say ‘hello’ but now its too late. You had your chance and I hope you regret it that life is done and nothing can change it.

The Murderer

2008-04-20T22:17:50Z

“So what. He’s dead anyway.”
“Ya and Sunni is dead anyway too,”
Silence crept on the other line and static filled the room.
“why have you changed so much? Sunni wouldn’t have wanted you to do that. She wouldn’t have wanted you to change either—”
“How have I changed?”
“Take a look at yourself. Your so angry all the time and you just killed a person.”
“Well he deserved it! He murdered Sunni and she didn’t deserve that!”
“That’s the past, Jeff, get over it.”
“Why did you even call anyway? I don’t need to hear you critisize me all night long.”
“I called to say get ready to see Sunni tonight.”

26 Questions That Sum Up My Life (My Life in 26 Questions)

2008-03-08T00:10:49Z

Where does the world end?
What’s there to see?
Is there someone, someone like me?
Is there an answer that doesn’t belong?
Is there a question that end with a song?
Is there a life where you can become anything you want to?
When they find you?
Is there a love that can last forever?
And if there is can we live together? Forever?
Is there a sunset you can never forget?
Is there a world and time where we met?
Is there an answer that has no question?
And if it does can we live forever? Together?
Is there a road that has no ending?
Can we travel to the corners of earth although we needn’t too?
Will I find you there?
Is there something, something so wonderful than can never be seen, heard, or called for?
Is there a sunset that you can’t remember?
Is there something to look for?
If I find you can we be together again?
Life is so important to them, why dont we find something that makes an ending perfect that always belongs? Like you and me?
Is there something to die for?
Thats worth the wait?

Is Nothing A Word?

2008-03-07T23:52:55Z

Something to look at with something to see.
Someone to smile with that isn’t me.
Something to hold and something to break.
Just like you were a bloody fake.
Something to think about something to know.
Something as cold, as cold as the snow.
Something that shivers, cares, and fights.
Something that burns like a never ending light.
Something lifeless just like you.
Something red and something blue.
Something that is scary and gives to a fright.
Something that makes you afraid to sleep at night.
All these something and someones equal up to you, so I hope you have somthing to say because I do too. I want to say how horrible you may be and that you trap all the elders and never let them free. That when you smile you scare all the people in sight, while others look around and think of your wonderous might. That you leave with an excuse even when you don’t need it.That you cry and you whine to all that can hear it. So listen closely because I want to be heard, that you are nothing and nothing is a word.

Dear Lauren

2008-03-02T00:04:50Z

Dear Lauren,
Thanks for trying to change me from this monster that I would be.
Thanks for trying to help although I didn’t listen as I became a person that I should have never been.
Thanks for caring and standing up to me although I became what you didn’t want me to be.
I’m sorry, please forgive me, please tell me that I was wrong, please tell me about my greatest memories so I can die with a smile on my face.
Thanks for trying as I’m dying this horrible death and I realized that I should have listened that I should have cared that I should have thought about what you said that I should have never become thisperson you were trying to prevent me to be.
Thanks for trying to change me. Thanks for always being there. Thanks for your love and for your care. Thanks for being the first to dare. Thanks for putting your life in danger to help me up instead of put me down, thanks I wish I could have listened, but here I lay and here I die because of my own foolishness and the monster I’ve become.