Break Free
Freedom is a choice of words,
That is spoken of all around the world.
Freedom is the air we breathe,
When we are trying to find the key to break free.
Freedom is the life that we live,
As freedom is what we are trying to give.
Freedom is the choice,
We speak with our voice.
Freedom is the key,
I want to break free.
Copyright ©2006 Johnathan Michael Young
Going Crazy Inside
My mind is going insane,
I cannot keep it tame.
Jail freaked me out and put me straight,
I'm still afraid my life won't be so great.
I turned my life around,
The stress no longer pulling me to the ground.
Quit the drugs, so my life wouldn't bust,
Keep the drugs, turn my life into rust.
Afraid I won't win this case,
The rest of my life no longer to chase.
Have a whole life to look forward too,
Still many things to try that are new.
More to write from my mind,
Still my mind is crazy inside.
Copyright ©2006 Johnathan Michael Young
Life
Life is like a baby being born,
Like sewing a clothe that has been torn.
Life is like a born again day,
Like on the first day of summer in May.
Life is used in a thousand words,
Like the smell of cherry pie that is being cooked.
Life is like the first day of winter,
As you can tell, it starts to get bitter.
Life is the cool breeze through your hair,
As you are trying to show, is that you care.
Life is never going to be like money or is going to be free,
Unless you realize to open your eyes and see.
Copyright ©2006 Johnathan Michael Young
Life Born Again
Life is born in the wonders of beauty and essence,
Like an angel delivering a special couragous message.
Life being in the wonderous forms of beauty,
For all of humanity to come and see.
Essence strikes the world with life,
Like a couragous, heroic knight,
Flying to the sky,
Like a dove,
Coming from,
Above.
Copyright ©2006 Johnathan Michael Young
Love
Love is just and attraction,
It is often used as an action.
Love is used in many different words,
It is like a rhythem of flocks of birds.
Love is like a form of nature,
Like a painter painting a picture.
Love is like a thousand words put in a form,
A form like the beautiful words in a poem.
Love is like the white dove taking flight,
Like when you fallin love your stomach feels tight.
Love is used and taken in many different ways,
Like using the shores of a beautiful bay.
Copyright ©2006 Johnathan Michael Young
Love You
I have loved nobody like you before,
Day by day, I love you more and more.
I have never been so happy in my life,
Some day I want to make you my wife.
I love how you are there for me,
I am sure you are the one to keep.
I love how you make my emotions feel,
You make my life perfectly real.
I love wiping your tears away,
I do not like it when you are in pain.
I love spending every moment of time with you,
You have made every minute of my life brand new.
I will love you always and eternally,
Forever and ever our love to be,
Share your love with me,
For on heart we shall always be.
Copyright ©2006 Johnathan Michael Young
My Love
For us, my love,
The roses bloomed
And left a smell of wonder
For the entire world to smell.
For us, my love,
Nature grows through time
For all the world to see
And grows for all of mankind.
For us, my love,
Time has life
For all of humanity to see.
For us, my love,
Beauty surrounds your life
And happiness does too.
Copyright ©2006 Johnathan Michael Young
Nobody
Nobody tries to call to hang out anymore,
It doesn't matter, cuz my life is kinda a bore.
I hurt not having many friends,
Alchohol and drugs turns out to be their biggest fan.
All I have now is my sweet love and family,
The only ones who actually can see.
They see that I don't have friends no more,
They are right by my side, my life is no longer a bore.
I don't care anymore about anything else,
All I need to worry about is my self.
They don't really care about their friends,
Alchohol and drugs is what they care about,
For joy and pleasure it brings and sends.
Copyright ©2006 Johnathan Michael Young
Responsibility
He is there when you need him,
He is there when you are sick,
He is there for your first date,
He is there for your first birthday cake,
He is there for your first day of school,
He is there for the first time you get in trouble,
He is there for your high school graduation,
He is there when you are having fun,
He is there when you get your college degree,
He is there for your first baby,
He is there for your first and maybe last wedding,
He is there when you are smiling,
He is there when you are in trouble,
He is there when you blow out your last candle......
Responsibility.
Copyright ©2006 Johnathan Michael Young
My Soul
My soul is like the darkness of night,
It's like the fire burning sun that causes light.
My soul blocks happiness from entering in,
But doesn't let in the wandering sin.
Copyright ©2004 Johnathan Michael Young
Dark Days
Life is in dark days
The sun does not shine with rays
Shines with emptiness
Copyright ©2004 Johnathan Michael Young
Hold On
I wish I could have held on to her,
Her skin as soft as rabbit fur.
She meant everything to me,
How can our love grow like a tiny seed,
then just be cut down like a tall tree?
I will never be able to truly love,
Never someone to cuddle and hug.
I wish I could have her back,
But she found someone new to attack,
Attack with the she had for me.
Why can't she open her eyes and see?
I now realize she is gone,
I just need to hold on.
Copyright ©2005 Johnathan Michael Young
Death Cries
Depression cries in my thoughts,
It seems I have forgot,
I have forgot who I am.
Day by day I am sad,
My mind and soul tormented,
My faith and pride is put to rest.
Stones to throw at my creator.
My heart is now shattered,
Never be able to truly love again.
So I decide to run.
I want to run away from the pain,
I want to think outside the rain and stay sane.
I wish I was too dead to care,
The pain in my heart I will never share.
I wish I was face to face with my inner thoughts,
But I don't care to use what I was taught.
I shall believe that death cries,
Someday soon I will die.
Copyright ©2004 Johnathan Michael Young
Spend Time
Some days I want to spend time with you,
And some days I just want you to move.
I can't stand the way you treat me half the time,
Thats why I sit there and ignore you,
Being as quiet as a mime.
Sometimes I love the way you treat me,
But then you say, “I would like to be free”.
I wish that I could have been with you forever,
But you treated me like dirt,
So I decided to get clever.
Why did you have to do this?
All I really wanted was for you to be my friend.
Now you are gone and I'll never have you back.
You forever pierced my heart with a thumbtack.
I would love to spend time with you one last time,
But you think that would be a crime.
Copyright ©2005 Johnathan Michael Young
***This was the last poem John wrote in 2006 for his Mom
Mother...
She is there on the first day you are born
She is there with needle and thread when your clothes are torn.
She is and will be there for many of your birthday's
She will always light the candles on your cake.
She is there to give you your new trike
She is there to help learn to ride a bike.
She is there to comfort you when you are down
She is there to take you to the circus to see the clowns.
She is there for your first day of school
She is there to pick you up from the pool.
She is there to help you with your problems
She will always be there to help you solve them all.
She is the number one person in my life,
She shows me from wrong and right.
...Mother.
Written By Johnathan M Young
for my Mother, Sindy Vorderstrasse.
©2005 all Rights Reserved
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