butterxcreme

An ode to remembering This is kind of long, but please stick with it. To remember is to memory as sand is to the shore. It makes you who you are. To forget is to lose, yet how do you forget that one person that you really want to yet can't? Or won't? To remember all the bad times is to biting snow white's bitter apple. You fall asleep or do you remember it more asleep? Do the memories of deceit flash ever more vividly than if you're awake? Or did she dream distracting dreams that chase away all your cares? Or to forget the pain they caused and dwell in the memorial joys they brought? To fall back and imagine those times on the boardwalk, wi

Judgment I judged you, you don't understand me, I thought I was above you. Now that I've been through what you have, I'm below you

Love vs Care I had so many doubts while we were together, 'left best unsaid,' or so I thought, and now I think them true. Did I love you? Never did I have the heart to break your heart, but the doubts I had were powerful. or so I thought and now look where we're at. You've ended it and, believe it or not, it hurts. Yet did I love you, or is there a difference between love & care?

   Ode to a Year of Night What if at night, we slept for years, never realizing it as we are asleep like a deer unaware of a hunter. No one would know, if we slept for years, the time would fly with wings across the sky to us Giving the night dwellers their days of fun for years in a night. And if the night lasted for years, how old would that make us be and how long would our years last? We would be as old as the trees, but wait that makes the trees last longer to. Everything would remain the same, so what if we do sleep for years at night? We would never know like a tree never knows when it will be cut down. We would continue our days,

     Why Why don't you, can't you, seem to understand? What's been told to you since your time began? Don't you see this pain that I can barely stand? Yet you argue with a voice as loud as an orchestra playing Cancan. Why can't you, don't you, see the plainness I see so clearly? Is it so far from you or are you so far from it? Don't you know I love you so dearly? Clearly? If only you would listen above the screams that you cling to, let go of it! Why don't you, can't you, seem to hear me? Don't you ever stop the bellowing sounds drowning out the ocean? Maybe if you could hear the roar of waves, you could hear me! Then maybe you could unders

To Creme, happy Valentine's Day! How odd and naive that you're selfless and pretty my bestest buddy Sincerely, Butterxcreme

The Cold bites in bitterness surrounded by its dead, but herein abides a beautiful promise. If there is cold, it might as well SNOW! Oh, let the snow fall to the Earth, let God show what He's made! Open up your mouth, lift up your head, and run outside! Try, oh, try to catch a snow flake from the sky! What beauty doth compare or pleasure compete to the snow flakes falling to your feet? And when it's complete, the joy of snow balls, forts, and a snow mans orange beak? And soon the cold is forgotten once your sleigh riding down a mountain! And then after, you ice skate as it snows and the beauty of flakes surround you, do you even consider

 What is there to be said about someone you've lost? Someone who left, you loved, yet now lost to the world? The someone who yes was drama, you were told is a liar, The someone you never truly trusted yet cared for… Loved. Perhaps there's nothing to be said. What's worse? Finding out what you thought were lies were true. Yet now, never really know how much was true. That someone you once knew, loved, and now have lost. Can anymore be ever said?

Trees were made to bend and bow      Yet never break~ Their limbs extend toward the sky       Exalting God on high~ Their leaves making a spectacular display      For God's glory always~!

 Constant Motion Summer has just started,  but suddenly is ending. I don't want it to go…  And yet… I'm ready for it to. For up ahead, I see the familiar motions  Oh so familiar   As before. The motions of auburn, yellow, and red  The leaves of fall  W    H      I       C         H   F    A       L          L To be covered by a white blanket  That evaporates and up springs the Spring. All the while I sit and learn. This is the motion… With a promise: It will all start over again for me unless I pass,   as is promised for everyone. After, yet if, I enter then left college,