Here's a challenge
for everyone to do.

Please make a poem
with stanzas made of lines of two.

Please give it a shot
and make this test you.

Make sure the second of the lines
per stanzas rhyme with the others too.

This is an example,
to start your poems of new.

Dear Lover,

I'm waiting for you.
I want you to make me laugh n' cry,
to make me smile and feel at home.
Give me affection and care,
and promise you'll always be there.
So to my dear lover,
I hope you'll find me soon.

Is it destiny or not,
For falling in love with your childhood friend?
I heard everything is caused by destiny,
But is it?
Some say we can change it,
So what's the importance of this destiny or fate?
Falling for your childhood friend is the best thing that can happen!
You understand each other more than you think,
You bonds are strong.
You laugh and cry together.
So really,
Is it destiny or not,
To confess your feelings to your good friend?

Saying goodbye is like rolling a boulder.
It so much of a burden
For someone to carry it on their shoulders

We cry to be apart from others,
But glad to be forever with our lovers
My heart is one melancholy,
Yet my eyes are weeping.

The tears full of sadness,
But full of love.
Even though some parts of me are pulled into this darkness.
I want to be free with you like a dove.

My heart                                                   Is different
               From what you                                         think it actually is.
        If you dare to look or peek                           you'll be disappointed,
   Cause its fill with sin and evil,                       but it still holds love and care.
It's still filled with sympathy and compassion, but still there's hate and fear also
So if knowing what's in my heart will you still look to see what else is in there
   I want you to see my heart and hold it, but I fear that'll you break it in two.
      I'm afraid that if you break, or shatter it, it'll never be mend together.
       My heart is more delicate than you thought, since its like glass
               Then should I reveal my heart to you and to share?
                    If I do give it to you to hold, then take care,
                       for if you break it, I may die from grief.
                                   Is it then a good thing
                                        to give my heart
                                             to you?

Color swirling in perfect shapes.
Music playing in perfect tune.
A place pretty and still,
but only to be taken and becomes a ****.

The place not happy, no more.
Haunted by fear and monsters,
with eyes watching your every move.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.

You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.

YOU CAN NO LONGER ESCAPE THIS TRAGEDY AND GORE

okay so this is a not for my recent poem "The Good Darkness". I'm not emo or goth or anything like that so yeah!

Flexible crystals streamed on my cheeks.
Their glimmer isn't bright nor happy,
The glimmering is of a sadness.
So deep and filled with sorrow.

The little raindrops still continue to flow.
The cold depression still hold on,
Choking the happiness out of me.
Bitterness overwhelming me.

You see my tears
Streaked across my face.
But you don't help or assist,

My life,
Now in shadows and darkness.
Will you sill help me now?

Darkness may start out as evil,
But it actually can be good.
It brings comfort.
It brings silence and sleep.
So is darkness that bad?
Darkness doesn't hurt your eyes,
And it brings you shade.
Darkness brings you the moon and stars.
Not to mention that darkness was always here.

Like rain on green leaves,
My tears fall in crystal stream.
I'm alone in the world,
Waiting for someone to love me.

I'm waiting in an orphanage
For a Family,
For a life I can't wait to see.
But now I'm feeling alone in the orphanage.

I gave hope for the affection,
But I didn't receive it.
I've waited for 5 years,
Thinking as I was seated.

Please loving father and mother,
Come find me.
I'm waiting for you,
To be found and me seen.

Who am I?
This a question everyone will asked to themselves,
so here's my answer.
I'm quirky, creative, smart, and imperfect.
I'm lazy, a writer and artist.
I'm adopted and still growing.
I'm chinese and unique!
I'm me.
I'm Maggie O.
So ask this to yourself,
Who am I?