time has a scent
that's quite different
from bitter lemon zest
to cool peppermint

like that of sidewalk chalk
heavy rains keep washing off
time comes in many colors
beyond that on the box

sampling a taste
pouring out in waves
time is a surgeon
set to operate

is a makeshift shelf
where life's books are held
to one day be read
by somebody else

time is all of these
among many other things
but most of all
time is the cruelest of thieves

Go out and search for yourself.
Find small pieces of you in the veins of a friend
Or inside the forest.
Find your soul sprinkled in some foreign city
Miles away from home
Or in your backyard
Mingling among the flowers.
Search for the bakeries
That call your name from within
Or the stranger that smiles at you as you pass.
Search yourself out;
There, you will find, is the purest reflection of you.

I love thunderstorms.
Like beautiful girls do.
I'm so glad that I'm not scared.
I always be safe.
I love to see lightning.
I love to hear thunder.
I love to see the rain falling.
Against my window pane.

Anonymous.

gratitude is all about transportation,
much-needed education,
and even good attitudes.
every year, we always treat each other with respect, knowledge and passion.
Although, we are committed to a safe and convenient poetry that affect us from happening.
And we will be best friends forever.

Anonymous.

Let the rain wash away my insanity.
It won't be over until 2015 ends.
Because the future is now.
And I always keep calm, be forever and stay young and the restless.

Anonymous.

I'm feeling so handsome.
Like everybody else does.
Love is always everywhere.
Except for my friends and family in Springfield.

Anonymous

I'm proud of myself for writing lots of anonymous poems about everything.
I wish i can write more anonymous poems,
So I could be rich and famous.

Anonymous.