A star is not a cold rock
a dulled reflective face,
like glazed glass.
It burns when your eyes are closed
it devours itself
while jagged rocks pirouette
rugged rings around the fire.
Variegated spheres swirl
in the cosmic whirlwinds,
as waves radiate from a distance,
bathing all in their path in its brilliance.
I don't know why worlds plummet
like stones from the sky.
I don't know why worlds must die
before a child can reach the summit.
This sick trip they drag you into
from the wet warm of the womb
is not living, but just a tomb,
a sealed and silent little room,
a fleeting glimpse at everything.
All I know is, a star is not a rock.
And death does not discriminate.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
I see him everyday
Riding on the bus.
His head down
His long frown
Poor Gloomy Gus.
Everyone who tries
To talk to him
To meet his eyes,
Only gets pushed away.
Poor gloomy Gus.
I'd give him a piece of candy,
But he'd slap it from my hand,
If only his mother had held him,
I wish he could understand,
We all just want him to smile
And sing, and enjoy everything.
But, poor gloomy Gus,
Just sits on the bus,
Feeding his hate
And starving his love.
Poor, poor,
Gloomy Gus.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 8:39 AM UTC
People get mad because of hurt feelings,
And because everyone is different people judge.
But they shouldn't,
Because the only person you need to judge is yourself.
Because that is the only person you control.
Some people act mean because they are abused at home.
Lots of things happen you don't see, and the things you see can trick you.
So be careful if you go to judge,
Because even a court judge needs overwhelming evidence.
You know what you did, and you know if you need to change.
Don't let people judge you by their rules and ideas.
If your not breaking the law, then its your business.
But if you feel you can do better, or you think you made a mistake
It is your decision to get better, and fix things.
Don't judge others.
You can't help others while your judging them.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 4:19 PM UTC
Two people who love each other
Need to learn to forgive each other.
When we make spiteful actions, it hurts us later on.
It is better to forgive and forget mistakes,
Otherwise people can get hurt.
But people can be spiteful sometimes,
And if you are you have to learn to say
I'm sorry.
Because being spiteful feels good as you do it sometimes,
But in the end you feel bad until you say
I'm sorry.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC
I don't know why love and loved are seperate words.
If you ever love someone, you can't just stop,
Because, even if they change,
You still love them for who they were,
And in a way, you have to love them for who they are too.
Love isn't like.
You can like one type of food, and stop liking it.
But when you love, it is different.
You cannot just stop loving.
Loved is love.
You may be in love with someone,
But you love everyone you loved,
So let's just call it lovd,
Because both words mean the same thing.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
Its crazy how quick love makes things better,
My mom was so sad this morning,
Because my dad had left to go to Arizona.
But, just a few minutes ago my dad called.
You should have seen how quick my mom got happy.
Smiling, and singing, as she cleans the kitchen.
Just the sound of his voice was enough to make her dance.
I'm glad my parents love each other so much,
Because my grandpa says that so few marriages make it anymore.
My friend Alyssa's parents are divorced,
And its sad going to her house.
Her mom is never singing,
Or dancing or smiling.
But, I'm not afraid of my parents getting divorced.
The look on my moms face was enough to prove
That she loves my dad too much,
And the nice things my dad is constantly doing for my mom,
I know he loves her so much too.
Just one little phone conversation meant so much.
Its crazy how quick love makes things better.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 10:36 AM UTC
The birds sing sweeter
Flying free in the forest,
Than stuck in a cage.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC
Love is a special thing,
its free to give, and to recieve.
If you smile, and be a friend
love will find you in the end.
When you feel low and sad,
think of all the fun you had.
With people that you love
and those who love you too.
Don't listen to the jerks
that say your love is a hoax.
If you love from the heart,
and always be true
you might just find out
how special love can be for you.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
Its fun to travel, far away,
To run and swim, and laugh and play,
But its best to be home, at the end of the day,
With the people who love you true,
No matter what you do,
Home is the place you can turn to,
But home is wherever your loved ones are,
Not just a place you live, and sleep.
Some people even make a home in a car,
If love is there, your at home in the street.
Home is a place, that lives in the face
Of the ones who love you.
Home is in my face.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
I love to play lake monster,
And swim around the floating docks,
And grab people and make them squeal and giggle.
You need to wear goggles, because the water is murky,
from people kicking up the silt wit there feet,
We take turns, but I like being the lake monster best.
Because we only have one pair of good goggles,
And the lake monster gets them,
And I love to swim under water, and pretend I'm a mermaid,
But one that plays tricks, and tickles people, and pulls them under,
Accidently they sometimes swallow a gulp of water,
And choke, and I feel bad...
But the lake monster dives away,
And I catch them again another day.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC