I need you....

I need you like a fish needs water

I need you like a baby needs diapers

I need you like a plant needs the sun

I need you like a bird needs the sky

I need you like a worm needs the earth

I need you like a pen needs paper

I need you like a teacher needs homework

I need you like a kid needs summer

I need you like an author needs an idea

I need you like a musician needs notes

I need you like a doctor needs disease

I need you like a dead creature needs decomposers

I need you like hair needs a head

I need you like fingers need nails

I need you like a person needs toes

I need you like a girl needs a crush

I need you like a story needs a conflict

I need you like a criminal need a prison

I need you like a computer needs Internet access

I need you like Mexico needs the beach

I need you like a Palm tree needs sand

I need you like vacation needs family

I need you like girls need gossip

I need you like braces need to be brushed

I need you like music needs a dance

I need you like the Hobie Cat needs to be repaired every year

I need you like a girl needs her best friend

His Shadow

She swallowed to see the size of his shadow
She closed her eyes to pray
She drew the courage to stand out of his shadow
She felt herself get pushed down
She sighed at the size of his shadow
She feels her determination rise
She fights will all her strength against his shadow
She feels herself fall
She looks and feels despair when she sees his shadow
She longs to stay down and cry
She knows she can't give in to his shadow
She finds her efforts in vain
She knows that it can't last; his shadow
She renews her conviction in her cause
She finds herself still in the darkness of his shadow
She still fights, she won't give up
She sees how others love living in his shadow
She can't stand to let herself do that
She steps out into the light away from his shadow
She fights to stay free of that prison
She knows they want her to say in his shadow
She feels the pressure making her fall to her knees
She knows there is safety and secrets in the silence of his shadow
She prays for power to fight this
She stands and leaves his shadow 
She sees know that what he covered was not so large
She can finally leave behind his shadow
She can leave with absolution 

Dreams

I think it's an interesting word; dream. What does it even mean, really? The dictionary definition is as follows; Dream-noun, a secession of images thoughts or emotions passing through the mind during sleep. That's not exactly what I think when I think of dreams, but then sometimes it is. When I talk about my dreams they're always my great goals in life. And I get the feeling that people think I'm a little nuts for having dreams that are so vivid behind my eyes. I can see my dreams like I've never seen anything in my life. I'm totally sure what will happen when I get to do and be what I want but I can't wait. It's going to be perfect, I'm sure of it. I worry that someone will tell me that my dreams aren't up to par. That I need to have a better dream for myself. I don't think that will ever happen . I like my dreams just the way they are. But for me my dreams are really only goals for my life time.
I've seen people who dream. They are very much like the definition. But to me there are a few different types of dreaming. There's the actually action of dreaming while you sleep at night, or I guess you could take a nap and dream too. Any way another type of dreaming is the common daydreaming, I've seen that one happen a lot. Kids enjoy this one while they're in math or science. Anything is better than those classes. Another type of dreaming is like mine, goals you make for your life. Generally those goals are things that we tend to love, that we want to do. Those dreams are something you want to aspire to. I like this kind.
But every person has a different dream. I want to someday be a great author. I want to do something great for the whole world. But then there's my brother who wants to play in the NBA. I think that's crazy but if that's what he wants to do then good for him. I was sitting on the steps of the stage in my school yesterday. I was looking up at the bright lights and was reminded of those scenes in movies where they imagine themselves preforming on the stage and being great. My first thought was, I am so glad that's not my dream. Silly, I know, but I really am. It's not me. If it was my dream I wouldn't be the person that I am. I don't want everyone to watch me while I live my life. I don't want to be the center of attention for anyone. I just want to write my books and have young kids like me ask for my advice. I want to share all of my great ideas and my view of the world, and people. I can hardly wait. Everyone has a dream. I know what mine is, what's yours?

The Parts of Me

There are parts of me that want to be angry. 

Parts that want to be pitied. 

There are parts of me that want to cry all night long. 

Parts that want my mother to come in and hold me. 

Parts of me want to lay down and dream of better things. 

Part of me wishes that I knew how. 

Part of me wants to express to the whole world how I feel about all I feel. 

There is a part of me that feels like a gaping wound that can never be healed. 

That part of me sees people suffer and groans with pain. 

There is a part of me that longs for the day when what I've always longed to know, I will know. 

Part of me sees people smile and laugh. That part of me smiles and laughs for their happiness. 

Part of me knows that I'm meant for a little more. Another part prays that my life will be uneventful. 

There is a part of me that is excited by the thought of daring adventures and terrible challenges.

Part of me is captivated by the desire for change.

Part of me threatens the life of those who want to change anything I love. 

There is part of me that knows I can change the world.

Part of me knows that this ability to change things is just out of my reach. 

Part of me begs to know how to change the world. Part of me knows that no matter how much good I do, evil is what the world is addicted to. 

There is a part of me that believes I can help this addicted world. 

Help it change. 

There is a part, a part hidden so far from view, that longs to love every person I meet. 

But there is a part that shouts over this hidden part and tells me that no one would believe the sincerity of my longing to love. 

Part of me says it's not true.

But part of me gives into the shouting voice.