All posts for the month December, 2014


Published December 27, 2014 by imagine525


All my life I have been a people watcher. Not a creepy- look in your windows type of person. Countless shrinks and doctors have diagnosed me with many different things. Denationalization disorder- mostly. My mom drags me across the states to get medication and professional help- but I’m not crazy. Gazing at people with interest is not being a stalker- so I’m not crazy, my people watching has changed my life forever.

I was on my way to therapy riding in the elevator.  The doors opened a floor early and the most gorgeous looking boy I have ever seen stepped on. Kids my age aren’t interested in me.  I’m invisible to everyone.  I think that’s why I started watching people. Because I could jump up on a table and start singing the national anthem wearing nothing but a star-spangled banner draped around me and no one would even look twice. But, at this moment I was sure I was visible.  I watched him as he entered and he stared at me for a second to long. His hazel eyes were covered of a lock of dark messy hair. No one had ever looked at me like that before.

On the elevator I saw him again, and again, and again, every single Tuesday. I pretty sure when I saw him the first time it was love at first sight. Even though I’m quirky and strange- I’m still a girl. A girl who is wishing for a fairy tale ending- just like everyone else. And right there- the the dingy elevator- I knew I found my prince charming.

Soon I started living for Tuesdays. Tuesdays I would see him. I would watch him enter- and I would watch him leave- without ever saying a word. Every time I saw him All I could think was – Unattainable. 

Voosh- The doors slide open again. And like always it was my Tuesday ritual. It was the journey that made my heart fall down at my feet- a lame encounter with the love of my life. He stopped and looked at me again- his look making my crescent moon tattoo burn- and stated with plain casualness ” My name is Ryan. What’s yours?”

What!? What? I was paralyzed. My name, my name- what is it!?

Ryan looked at me whit a half smile on his face- “Your name- what is it?”



R.I.P. to my childhood

Published December 26, 2014 by imagine525


Is it possible to go back in time- To simpler times?

A place where everyone was happy-

And everyone had a life that was great?

Is that too much to ask for?

They say to never look back- just keep going forward.

But I cant even walk straight.

I really truly don’t want to start over-

I just want us all to be able to live like children again.


The ladder

Published December 12, 2014 by imagine525


Do you want to climb the ladder?

It will take years.

It involves hard work-

or maybe-

Just some pure luck.

But, once you fall-

It is almost impossible-

to even try to get back up.

You should have learned-

by now at least,

It is easier to fall down-

then it is to climb up.

Some people won’t even risk the climb-

There to scared to the big fall.

They will tell you-

It’s all about the risks you take!

When really-

It’s all about the money you make!


Published December 11, 2014 by imagine525


When we are born,

We are innocent simpletons
A life about living and death-

Virtue and vice.

We know-
Not a thing.

We cannot even speak sense.

Only babble; as if our ignorance to show.


As we start to grow-

The cerebella forms.
Learning starts-

The A, B, C’s

And the 1, 2, 3’s.
We reinvent the wheel-

Start again from Zero.

Squander our precious time with glee.


When we at last mature and in advancing years
at the frontiers of knowledge-

We come to know-
that we can never hope to learn about truth.

For our Vision’s weak-

Even in Florida it can snow.

Isn’t this pointless?

Shouldn’t there be a way-
To impart wisdom to a baby?

On the very first breath?
So that it can-

Standing on these intellectual steps-
Tell us!

All about the mysteries of life and death.

For this seems-

To be the only way to stop.
This cycle of life and death and life again.
These never ending circles of flatness-
Of imprecision and exactness-

Of all the pain and joy.

Gone are the days

Published December 3, 2014 by imagine525



Gone are the days

where small towns are safe.

Far away was once a land

where a stranger always gave a helping hand.

Left behind us is an earth

where it doesnt matter who brings home first.

Long ago there was a centery

where no where near enough was plenty.

Now are the days

where small towns have rape and murder.

Now we have a land

where if a stranger tries to give a helping hand,

they get a backhand.

Now in front of us is an earth

where the only thing that matters is bringing home the first.