So today I wrote a rant in math class.  I had a lot on my mind and I needed to write about it.
I showed one of my friends and he almost cried.  He said it was realatable.
So here it is I guess.  Tell me what you think.

Yah know when you need to write something but you don't have any paper?
Or when you want to text but your phone is dead and you don't have a charger?
Or when you want to talk but can't speak?
You'd just buy more paper and a charger right?
What if theoretically, you have no money and you can't get any
because there are no people around to give you any?
Then you can't buy anything period.
Then there's no point in talking and communicating.
After that,
after you realize you can no longer communicate,
You block yourself in.
You walk the world alone because you know you are alone.
You feel like nobody cares because there's nobody around to cafe.
Then you stop caring.
You stop caring if there's a tomorrow
because there won't be anyone to spend it with,
That if the world were to end today you wouldn't care.
You'd become silent,
you'd be silent,
you'd live silence.
Even if there were people and you couldn't communicate
You'd still be alone,
because they'd lose interest in you.
You'd still be alone and feel like no one cares.
In a wild free roaming world you'd be the caged one.
You'd also stop caring about tomorrow
Because you can't talk to anyone and they don't talk to you.
What if you could talk but still feel like that?
Feel no one cares because you're you?
Feeling powerless in a world where you don't think you matter?
You'd always be alone,
even if you have the power to speak,
Youd know that'd you be alone because no one would like your opinion.
You'd always be silent because
you're scared to be you in a world that doesn't want you to be you.
You'd grow tired of being an empty shell.
You would get angry that no one feels you matter,
But deep down even you don't feel like you matter!
You still wouldn't care,
like you're reaching out to something non existing.
If you can't express you're opinions then why would you matter?
If you're scared to be you because of others then why should you matter?
Why should someone care about you when you don't care about anything?
You go silent because you worry too much about what others want,
Not what you want.
You fall silent in the world you locked yourself in.
Why suffer in silence when you can rise in noise?
What's the point of being you when you just want to be someone else?
There is no point then if you truly 100 percent feel like that,
If you don't Atleast try to be you and have an opinion then there is no hope.
You'd just be a silent unsung song in the distance of no ones mind.

Read my heart,
See through my soul,
Every piece of me,
My sorrow, my goals.
Read my heart,
Never a word to be unread,
Never a page out a place,
Stay up to read it in bed.
Read my heart carefully,
never in haste,
Read my heart,
hug my soul,
Wipe away the tears I cry,
Attention,
the only thing to keep me alive!
Read my heart,
Or rewrite the story!
Don't make it plain,
I hate boring stories.
Read my heart,
Or throw it away,
The book in the garage,
Like a disgusting lunch tray.
Read my heart,
Flip every page…
Unless you read online…
Then there's nothing to say.

Pathetic
Anger and
Irony
Never Noticed,
Floods of tears
Under rivers of
Loneliness,
Longing for
You to drown while

Losing everything
Optimistic and
Suffering through the
Tragedies

His beautiful face,
Orange and pink,
His self esteem will never shrink.
He loves America,
He likes Canada…kinda
Doesn't doesn't talk about Russia,
But he hates China.
Be careful of him,
He'll **** us all,
If you ask about immigration
“WE NEED TO BUILD A WALL!”
Loves to shout, always hollers,
Only way to shut him up is a small loan of a million dollars.
Thinks he's charming,he loves himself,
If he was a trophy,he’d be all over his shelf.
Has a crooked smile,
sounds like a yeti,
Just look at his hair,looks like spaghetti!
Running for president,we need sheer luck,
Because we dont know what will come out of Mr.Ugly Duck.

Blinded out!
Cannot see!
All colors wiped away from me.
I remember yellow, the love of the sun,
I remember red,love and blood.
Blinded out,blinded out!
Fear hidden away by doubt.
Blinded out,blinded out,
Cannot feel,cannot pout.
A key to sight is what I'm without.
Blinded out,blinded out!
Stole my eyes,stole my light,
I still reach for dreams lost in night.
Blinded out,blinded out!
Forgotten what I look like.
That is good,I can reform.
Sometimes blindness isn't bad anymore.
Blinded out,blinded out!
A heart of pain,
But a soul that sustains every inch of joy left to remain.
Blinded out,blinded out!
Cannot see black,cannot see white.
Only colors of dreams I had,
Though made up colors don't feel right.
Blinded out,blinded out!
Cannot see but I shall sing.
I am superior, my voice shall ring!
Rise and fall with a pleasant ding!
Blinded out,blinded out!
Steal my faith but not my pride!
I am stronger then night's endless tide!
Blinded out,blinded out!
I can still dance,I can still leap!
I can still walk, pick up my feet!
To think you can discourge such mighty pride!
I'll beat you down with unseeing eyes!
Blinded out,blinded out!
Was this a test?
I did my best!
Give me my sight back,savor the rest!
Blinded out, blinded out!
Sight is nothing to my locked away fear,
So be gone with it,come back another year!
I am stronger than that!
I am more stealth than a cat!
So if I truly wanted to see,
Id already have it back!
Offer it,I shall take it.
Burn it,my life shall make it.
I don't need colors,just the ones in my dreams
My hope is hard along side me!
Blinded out,blinded out!
I shall wear shades until the sky is blue,
But right now it's yellow,shining and true.
Blinded out,blinded out,
Sight is a form of a blessing.
I am blessed to be as such,and not be normal.

I gave you what you needed,
To set the sparks we breathed,
But that was never enough for you,
When it was enough for me.
We used to flame the ground,
Dirt now liked in ash,
We started the biggest wildfire,
but the flames could never last.
Yeah,we made a wildfire,smoke lit the sky,
But it all cleared up,when you left my life.
Now you're gone,the fires died down,
And im ashes in the rubble of remains.
I nolonger smell the lovely scent of the smoke you created,
Barbeque cookout in the middle of July,
Now all I smell is gasoline from your decent to flee away,
Without a goodbye or any say.
I nolonger feel the heat of your skin that'd keep me warm at night,
It's all dark and cold and scary,dont have your fire as a light.
I don't have the confidence I used to have,
you set the flame and burned it out,
Wonder if livin without cha is worth it.
My sky is clear for me while it's smoke for someone else,
?eft my prairie of daises and roses for a forest of trees and elk.
I have no more flames with me,theyre for another land,
But I wish you could disclaim it,come back,
Give me a chance.
Yeah,we used to make wildfires,
And smoke would light the sky,
And even though the fires gone,m
My love for you still burns on,
And my sparks seen by every eye.

This was written by a friend if mine on poetfreak,but unfortunately the website has been shutdown. :-|

PART ONE:
She sat in the back,
Her head in a book
Oblivious to us,
and our curious looks.
She wore dark blue headphones
plugged into her phone
elbows propped on the desk
that wasn't her own.
Her hair was bright purple
it was really a sight
I had never seen hair,
so purple or bright.
The room filled with whispers
'till the teacher walked in.
We all quickly went silent,
waited for class to begin.
He talked about integers
but I didn't care.
For my only focus,
was on her, and her hair.

PART TWO:
Class soon finished,
with the sound of the bell.
We all got up to leave,
she got up as well.
She grabbed her bag,
and marked a page in her book
then she left the classroom,
without another look.
I could see her in the hall
of course she stood out.
there weren't too many kids,
with purple hair about.
But then she was gone,
she'd walked through a door.
and I was left staring
at where she'd stood just before.
I wanted to follow her,
but I didn't dare.
I'd grown far too curious
of that girl and her hair.

PART THREE:
School became exciting
it was never a bore
for now there was a girl
who wasn't there before.
I woke every morning
desperate for a look
at that purple haired girl,
reading one of her books.
I almost talked to her once,
but my courage soon passed
so I settled for seeing her
in Mr. Loo's class.
Where every now and then,
I could get in a quick stare
at that beautiful girl
and her beautiful hair.

PART FOUR:
We talked about her,
my friends and me.
About the purple haired girl
and who she might be.
She was a mystery to us,
turned our grade upside down.
And yet I was happy
the girl was around.
Soon it all went back to normal
and they all no longer cared
about that mysterious girl
and her mysterious hair.

PART FIVE:
November flew by,
then winter break came.
and still I didn't even
know that girl's name.
But I knew her face,
and I knew green eyes.
I knew there was a real girl,
behind that purple disguise.
I knew all her classes.
I knew she walked home.
I knew she didn't talk to anyone,
she was always alone.
I knew she was pretty,
in a purple-haired way.
And I knew she was always
the best part of my day.
And above all I knew,
I could no longer just look
at the purple-haired girl
as she looked at some book.
So that first day back,
I got out of my chair
and walked up to the girl,
with the bright purple hair.