The leaves change color
When they're greatly beautiful
The snow will then come

I am bad but loved
I curse
Bully
Gossip
I am that average backbiting high schooler
But I am loved
My parents dote on me
I push them away
I curse at them
I yell at them
I scream at them
But they spoil me and love me
Even the people who don't love me
They fear me
I don't deserved to be loved
By I am loved

We are best friends.
we play on the swings
and talk about boys
we play tag
and roll our eyes at toys
we go to the water park on summer saturdays
and to the zoo on autumn sundays
We are best friends
we share secrets
that we know we'll never tell
secrets that we'll take to our grave
We are best friends
we race to the ice cream truck
and play games on our mom's phones
beep-boop-bop
you lose!
We are best friends
we will always be
we will love eachother
and love eachother
even when i'm dead
i will remember you
and you will remember me
We are best friends

Beyond the gate
Lies a whole new world
If you want to know
Go beyond the gate
We shall not know
Until we go beyond the gate

That bog happy family down the block
Why they're so jolly for a family of 8
Always going in their SUV and coming back laughing
The momma with her black hair glowing
Hugging her children
I hear their dinner prayers from my bedroom
Their Friday night card games
Always running around and laughing
Why laughing should be their middle name
They throw block parties
The hotdogs on their grill can be smelled a mile away
Their the big happy family

Sometimes I just wish
That I can get away from the world
Go somewhere far, far, away
Where nobody can see me

I wish I can sit on the clouds
The fluffy clouds.
And read a book.
I can look down on the world

Sometimes I wish that I could fly
I could go away when times are hard
Build a home in the clouds
See the world
While drinking hot choclate

Cold is snow
Hot is sun
Cold is dead trees
Hot is wilting flowers
Cold is a fierce wind
Hot is no air
Cold and Hot
Complete opposites
Good or bad whatnot

That feeling
When the liquid rolls down your cheek
Might be tears of joy
Or Tears of hate

Daddy went away one day
Then Mommy cried
I asked Mommy where Daddy was
She said he was gone.
I asked where
She pointed to the sky
She said, up there.

In the glare of daylight,
Twilight is a far reach.        
In the eyes of Twilight,
Dawn is a mere window away.

Depression tares a part of my soul
It rips my heart
It drains my dreams
Depression is a monster
And if your not careful
It's contaigous

None can hear the lost ones
Outside the depths of the grave
None can call out to lost ones
To the heart of the ones they crave
Asking for their loved ones back
Who they have lost to the world of horrid black
Taking them away
A heart
Broken in two pieces astray
Such a time later often
They will rest in a brown coffin
With gold lining
Brought back together
A broken heart uniting

Some dirt is red and shiny
Deep in the south
Some dirt is black and glistening
High up north
And some dirt is in between
Creeping to different regions

A boys best friend
Loyal companions
They'd sacrifice their life
Just for you
Only if you raise them to be honest and honorable

Dreams can be fantastical
They can be horrific
Or they can leave you. .
Wondering what just happened
Dreams can take you on journeys
To fictious places
Places from your mind
Dreams can take you anywhere
Good or bad

The enchanted forest
It's trees glistening in the moonlight
Butterflies in the morning
Dragonfliesin the afternoon
And fireflies at night
The whole place glimmers with light

In the airplane up in the sky
I stare at the ground from my window
The people look like ants
Rushing everywhere like ants
Buildings look like platforms from my birdseye view
My birdseye view from my window

Something is so hard
You just want to punch something
Or someone
Or kick something
Even though a moment later
You'll wince as you hold your foot in pain

I know
A place
Where love
Is common
And all are nice
Where nobody's poor or hungry
And everyone is happy
It's heaven

Home may be kind and welcoming
Or cold and transparent
Home may be as neat as a pin
Or as messy as a pigsty
Home may be as fun as a rollercoaster
Or as boring as the tick-tock of a clock
But my home is a part of me

Brother's at work
Father's gone
Mother went somewhere
I'm home alone
With nobody
The clacking of my keyboard
Is the only sound
When i'm home alone

It was a hot summer day
The sun blazed in the sky
Oh what I would do for a glass of ice water
Oh what I would do for a cold, cold bath
On this hot summer day

I am from light soft bread
A perfect triangle of soft gooey cheese
Mouthwatering brown steak
Crunchy carrots
Sugary purple juice
The spicy smell
I ask for more

I am from long creaking bookshelves
Gazing at mixed up call numbers
Thudding on a chair small enough for a mouse
Picking out hundreds of books
It is time to go home

I am from turning the page  
Intrigued by every word
Tempted to finish
In another world

I am from a yellow glow in the dark  
Thoughts are flowing like light      
Voices are a mere whisper
I wash them away
A sudden silence in my brain
From hoping nobody will hear
The the creak of the paper
Remembering the page number
I am from plunging my sweaty face into cool air
                                        
I am from seeing holes in gray cloth
The same white wall
Like it is staring at me
I am feeling the cold black railing
Giving me small shocks here and then
Their laughter keeps me alive
I am from the itchy brown floor
The old whispering rugs.

I am from writing

Ice is water
Frozen water
You can turn water to ice
And turn ice back to water
It is almost . . .
Magical

Ideas fill up my mind
Ideas are my stories
My poems
My plans for the future

I don't know what to write
Should I write about the starry sun or the silky night
About the love or hate
Or the praise or shame
That everyone gets

Inspiration
One small thing
But can make a big difference
Inspiration
A muse
A silent muse
Creeping up our brains
Inspiration
A surge that you need to do something

With her fancy black dress
And black hat and veil
Is she a lovely lady?
Her fancy accent and shiny gloves
Does that make her a lovely lady
Her stressed butler and fat limousine
Is she now a lovely lady?
Her love to others misfortune and grief
Is she a lovely lady?
She isn't a lovely lady?
Kindness, generosity, manners, and politeness
Now that's a lovely lady.

People ask me "How do you do that, Mister?"
"It's natural" I say
"No really, how?" They pester me
"It's natural." I say, yet again and again
"Well, that's amazing, Mister" They say, then they go along and play

Late night is when the sky is black
Late night is silence
Or it could be laughter
Or music
Or sobbing
Depends on the day
The day coming
And the people

Some good is to the left
For some it is on the right
Sometimes bad is on the right and good on left
Or bad on the left and good on right
And sometimes it's just gray

The light is shining
It is so bright in my eyes
Such a shiny thing

The little ******* the side of the road
Her shawl covering her face
She called and whooped for mother
Asking when was supper
I went to her and we talked
She asked me where was mother
She said she heard a scream
And something red on the floor
She said her papa was mean
I then knew what she meant and started to cry
I told her that mother was gone
She started to sob by my side
There we lay at the side of the road
Crying

We love eachother
And nobody can stop us
Cause we are in love

Magic can be heavenly
Or horrifying

When I see it
It looks so fine
So fine
That I want it to be mine
More than the great waves
Or the pretty fish
More than the starry sun
Or the milky moon
Oh
I just know
The heavenly thing will be mine
Soon

Bird looked in the moat
In the moat he saw a boat
In there was a goat

Comfy and sung
Full of warmth
The only place I want to be
After a day of walking 'round and 'round
It's my own little fort

We must be strong
Life is hard
Life is tiring
But we must not give up
Ignore the taunts
Of discourage
Just set one goal and achieve it
The path is not easy
There are bumps in the road
But
If you are faithful
Persitant
And Resistent
Your work will pay off in the end