With a pen to a paper,
Like a sword to a foe,
I write poetry,
And present it to the world,
Like a present with a bow.
Letting the words
fill my paper.
Watching them take flight
Like many birds
drifting across updrafts in the wind.
And I will send
Them like a "get well" card
To every person who needs a friend.
Poetry is a healing process.
A coping system
A cure
A medicine for those in need.
Poetry is a dream
In which you don't
Have to scream
Unless you want to.
A dream that you control,
A beam that you can hold,
A story yet untold,
Perfectly crafted jewel,
With scripture writ in gold.

It's hard
It's hard to live
Every turn there's a new obstacle
for you to go through
Sprinkle some fun happy moments
and you get a normal life
Then there are others
Some that are overwhelmingly extravagant life and then those
that were never meant to be good
No matter which of these lives you have
It never hurts to make the best out of it
And to those that would rather die than
Live your life
Why? Why waste a perfectly good life
You were meant to rule over
A life you were meant to lead
A life YOU yourself can change
To those that look down on those who don't have the finer things
What have they done to you?
Do you even know WHO they are?
Do you know why they ARE
Who they are?
Lives were meant to be lived by one person
And one person in particular
You live your life YOU make the decisions
On your own
Why take for granted a life someone else would want
Why frown on someone for having a life
they themselves didn't want?
What's the point in judging the lives of others?
There isn't one.
For my final say
I'll say just one thing
Don't forget to be happy
At least once a day

My mind is always kneading
The regrets in my mind
If  it doesn't stop
It just might die
I'm so very regretful
But you still hold
That grudge
Even after my silent pleas
You just won't budge
How many times
Do I have to cry
Myself to sleep
Before you can hear
My heart weep
Please forgive me
Let the past go
Let the dust settle in our minds

The time flies by
I wait for my time
but it never comes
Never have I been sadder than
the time I lied
to the Ice-cream man
I did have a five.