beforeicouldhtink's Journal

My family is a nightmare; that starts out as a dream.
Like a family portrait, not all is as it seems .
My father is reality slipping out of  reach;
pesimistic views is all he'll ever  preach.
My mother is the fear, the panic, and the rage;
never slipping up this  world is her stage.
My sister is the breathing speeding up and  down.
She's  forever  restless; her  head is  never bound.
My  brother is the twitching, the tosses, and the turns;
always wanting  back the  bridges that  he burns. 
And I, I am the dreamer watching as it grows;
as the night is ending...and my dreams come to a  close. 

 here's the  next one

My friends they are my writing jotted down in pen;
and as the years go on our stories all begin.
Ashley is the  thoughts... unprdictable and unsure;
always holding  back whats inside of her.
Melissa is the reason... the  feeling in my heart;
if it werent  for her im sure life would  fall apart.
Warren is my writting .... neat but sloppy too;
and if im ever bored there's somthing we can do.
Jeremy is the meaning always there and great;
always and insperation but running somewhat late.
I, I am the writer,  that has no  regrets;
and with my many friends, this is as good as it gets.