I hate when I can't come up with ideas
For poems or books
When I just want
To write

I hate when I can't sleep
And my mom gets mad
Even though it isn't my fault
it really isn't...

I just want to do something
Anything at all
To block out the sadness
Crawling from the void

Oh no... It's too late
I have nothing to do
And the sadness is back
Oh I hate when this happens...

My friends! Oh no!
They can't see me like this, I think
So I smile through all the pain
So they don't see me bawl

I laugh and joke
And be happy
Because I've learned...
It's not okay to be not happy

I love my friends
When they all laugh
And have a good time

without me.

I love my family
Even if
They don't like me playing with them

and when they judge me.

I love my school
I love reading
All the books

even if people stare at me.

You see now,
Don't judge a book
By it's bright and happy cover

because once you see
whats inside
you'll want to stop reading

So go on!
Have fun
And be happy

because your lives
will be better off
without me

Trapped
In an empty
And dark
Room

I look
Around
For any kind of
Help

Is anyone there?
Does anybody wish to help?
I do...
I'll help myself like always

So I stand
And walk
To the empty edges
Of this dark room

I find light
But once again
I am tired
And I never reach it

You help me stand
A new friend?
No...
You just leave me again

But it's okay
I'm used
To the dark room
  of Abandondment

Everynight I look up
In the night, I sip my cup
I stare at the stardust
Leaning on my car of rust

Because I'm not rich, nor poor
But somethings I have lure,
And I can't leave them
As I think... I trace the cup rim

I remember the days
Filled with grace
When I didn't care
When we learned to share

But now my memories, I can't let go
No matter how old
Because those little thoughts
Make my whole self up

And without the memories, I always fear
My life won't be so clear
And I won't ever find myself again,
Lost in this world of sin

I go outside
And what do I see?
Grey snow
Falling around me

I catch one on my tounge
But it's gross
So I spit it out
The gross grey snow

The grey snow covers
The perfect green grass
Wait a second...
It isn't winter.

I look to the mountains
Far away
And I see the lava
Hear it like a cry

I run inside
And hide under my bed
And the grey snow
Floats around my head

I stand up and walk outside
Houses are burned, covered with death
I catch grey snow in my hand
And feel a breath

I turn, my house
It's on fire
But I walk away
Into the ashes

And I hide
As memories die
But I'm okay
I'm just dying inside

And the little grey snow flakes
Gentle as can be
Fill my breath
And suffocate me

aspirations beget
lucid, sea-struck moonlight;
emanate your kind regret—
soar with the painted moonflight.