I am a summer child, eyes blazing like the sun when it’s closest to the earth.
My heart is the meaning of love stimulated by its left ventricle.
The ocean is my home. I dwell in the tides of a life known and unknown to humanity.
I am God’s child. With gentle hands he molded me, the summer child.
Summer probed me, until she found me in my mother’s womb.
And then she met me late July, when I dangled free from her legs.
Here I am a bundle of glee. I love the rain in the winter and butterflies that kiss the leaves of trees.
I climb mountains that finger the sky. I fall in love at every chance, ravenous for its fruits.
I yearn to savor its sweet juices that flow from starved lips. I hate the sun.
Why can’t I be the one to give the sky a warm embrace?
Why can't I give the ocean a blue blanket?
Oh, how wonderful it must be to give the world some light.
I say Yes to world peace.
We will never have peace, so just give me a piece of sunshine.
I love the color blue.
It reminds me of the sky that turns her nose up at the world below her.
I am peace, joy and the love that touches ones heart.
I am the sun, the ocean, the sky and the butterfly that rest
inconspicuously on your shoulder.

**This is who I am!

Decency is very  immaculate.
Yet these women lack it.
Showing so much skin that the men can probably taste it.
These men  insinuate women into *** objects.
But pushing them
to become a despised icon.
Now a days reputation seems to be the stereo type.
Males are pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
Girls will rant consistently about how they use and manipulate them.
Yet you live up to being a back porch baby,
as well show off those curves anonymously for lustful eyes.
False alarms wont save them. Cause they burn their own bridges.
Yet others wear  their pride
and keep what most are not aware of, which is class.
Women who stay loyal to the core and Share their soul with nothing but a Heart full of
ravishing intentions are indeed very rare.
Beauty that would petrify you were you are standing.
A delightful dream
that you're scared you will wake up and suffer society's standards of a female.
The lesson of this is nice guys finish last.
My amazing charm and mentality of a gentlemen is ignorantly ignored.
Nothing but remorse can be felt with this situation with them.
Sorry that they will never feel the vibrations
of the overrated word named "love".
Things that would make Hester Prynne disgusted.
But in all words,
my sail with no compass will not be over.
The storms might get heavy periodically, but then the waves will sail properly in my favor.
My search will be fulfilled
So on this long sail I'll never acknowledge these indescent
sirens.
So when they pass  "X" will mark the spot.

As I fall to the ground
I think to myself
"Now is my turn"
"This is the end"
With my ears ringing
And my vision blurry
I think, "how could life be so short?"
Just a moment ago I was breathing
And now I can't seem to find any oxygen
They come running to me
Telling me to hang on to dear life
But I no longer know what life is
Once upon a time, I was as naive as a lamb
But now I am a lion
A dying lion, that Is
With my last breath
I summed up, "Life is what you make of it"
Life is love, Life is hate
Life is death, Life is birth
Life is good, Life is horrible
Life is like Heaven
Life is like Hell
And right now, I am stuck inbetween
Many scenarios are playing in my mind
Some are good, some are bad
Some are a dream, some are a nightmare
But you chose
Whether you live a dream
Or live a nightmare
Whether you are in Heaven
Or in Hell
Whatever you put in to your life
Is what you will get
Live as pure as Mary
Live as peaceful as Jesus
And never betray
And you will see the face of God
Through the gates of Heaven
Where I must go guard now
For now I know what life is
Life is about sacrifice for one another
For our country.

When you fell in love,
You realized how grotesque it is.
When tragedy struck,
You realized how gorgeous she is.