Caring for people is the best feeling in the world.
When you care for a person, you wonder what they're doing.
How they are.
When you'll see them again.
If they're happy.
If they had a good day.
What they'll be like tomorrow.

When you care about truly good people, you can't wait for your alarm to go off.
You can't wait to see their smiles.
Hear their laughs.

When you find good friends, nothing can stop you.
It's as if the entire world is a cloud of positivity.
The sun is brighter.
The air is warmer.
Energy is lighter.

Everything falls into place when you have people to care about.

Just a list of things I love:

Laughter
Friendship
Inside Jokes
Chocolate
Camaraderie
Hugs
Old Stories
Words
Reading
Writing
Kindness
Loyalty
Food
Water
Rivers (the ones with rocks sticking out of them)
Animals
Learning
Science
The Ocean
Mountains
Winter
Ice
Wind
Sunlight
Teamwork
Music
Creativit­y
Positivity
Secrets
Honesty
Darkness
Light
Knowledge
Ignorance
S­arcasm
Frankness
Performing
Sharing
Cheering
Breathing

I'm a writer because I think in third person.
I'm a writer because I've always got a pen somewhere.
I'm a writer because I imagine a story for every situation.
I'm a writer because there are always bits of paper in my hair.

I know I'm a writer when I talk to my imaginary friends at night.
My fictional characters sing me to sleep.
Instead of calling my friends, I hang out with my dictionary.
I know I'm a writer because my head is always off in some cloud.

I'm a writer because I've got twenty notebooks.
I'm a writer because every one of those books are full.
I'm a writer because I'm closer to my characters than to my family.
I'm a writer because I know there's always one more finger to pull.

I know I'm a writer when my favorite memories are the ones on paper.
The words in my head are my very best friends.
Instead of going to parties, I read my favorite book again.
I know I'm a writer because that is who I've been since forever.

I'm a writer because I have a notebook of vocabulary words.
I'm a writer because I started collecting them for fun.
I'm a writer because words bow at my command.
I'm a writer because that is who I am.
It doesn't matter where I go in life or who I'll someday be...
I'll always be a writer, and that is what means most to me.

What does figure skating feel like?
Many different things.

You could be flying.
Or swimming.
Spinning.
Twisting.
Or nearly dying.

It's scary.
Incredible.
Painful.
Silly.
Unbelievable.

People watch you and gawk.
The pressure is high.
But so is the reward.

It requires tolerance of pain.
Determination.
Mental strength.
A lack of sanity.
And a bizarre sense of humor.

You've got to be serious.
But know when to laugh.

You've got to be strong.
And powerful.

But light.
And soft.

You've got to jump high.
But spin low

You've got to be fearless.
But know how to be nervous.

Fall.
And still get up.

Get hurt.
But never cry.

Be nice.
But get *****.

Smile and laugh.
But be mature.

Be positive.
And accept criticism.

Take abuse.
But never give it.

All these things are true.

But the one thing people tend to forget about skating:

Amongst the physical pain and mental pressure.
Behind the bruises and broken ankles.
Under the glares and competition.

People always forget to have fun. Skating is supposed to be fun. But despite the unbelievably hard work it requires to have success, without fun, nothing matters.

People try every day.

But all of them will fail.

Once Upon a Time
as most stories go,
there was a prince
with an mule in tow

And what really made
a lot of folks balk,
was the weird fact that
the mule could talk

Now this grumpy prince
was not too amused
so he sat right down
and for a day, mused

What ever could he do,
with some old, talking mule?
He was a royal prince!
Not a babbling fool!

He took the mule to town
And put him up for sale
With an old bale of hay
and a watering pail

And so the mule was sold
to a very old man
and his very old wife
of the Coconut Clan

The family was nuts
but they gave the mule hay
and let him run amok
in the pastures all day

And at night the farmer
would talk to the mule
and when the mule talked back
all the neighbors would drool

No one would believe
that the mule could speak
and to all of them
the future was bleak

Until one day, the old man died
The man's wife and the mule cried
Then the woman went to sleep
Never made another peep

And the mule was sad
he ran far away
to a far off castle
all night and all day

He crossed the deep, dark moat
And went to the throne room
when the King saw the mule
he knew he'd met his doom

"Hello old prince" said the mule
"Hello" the prince replied
and ran for his life
despite all his pride

The mule sat on the throne
and let out a defeated drone
He didn't have a clue
for there was nothing else to do

"I guess I'm king now" he said
And placed the royal crown on his head

In the blink of an eye,
Everything is gone.

Siblings and children
playing in the sun.

In the blink of an eye,
it all goes away.

Families together
at the end of the day.

In the blink of an eye,
All hope is lost.

Lives have been spent
on an unjust cause.

In the blink of an eye,
Lives are torn apart.

Some have barely
even had a start.

In the blink of an eye,
My faith is destroyed.

My hope for humanity
falls into the void.

You're literally a psychopath
For making me feel like that
And thinking that it's ok
And that I'm gonna forgive you

I'm amazed at the audacity
For thinking you'd do that to me
And not feeling bad at all
And thinking I'd still give you

The time of day
And not send you on your way
Like you deserve
Because consequences don't exist
And in your head I know you're sick

And maybe I feel bad for you
And everything that we've been through
But I'm telling you this is it
You're gone, deleted, with one click

Everything is pitch black
Birds have flown away
When the sun goes down at the end of the day.

The nightlights are turned on
In beds children lay
When the sun goes down at the end of the day

The world has grown silent
The trees do not sway
When the sun goes down at the end of the day

Everyone is tired
The sky turns to grey
When the sun goes down at the end of the day.

The darkness is endless
And try as we may
There's no way to bring back the lightness of day.

All people are putting
Desires at bay
There's no more to want at the end of the day.

Mountain Roads....
twisting
lurching
swirling round and round
until I'm dizzy

Rivers
Flowing
Rumbling
Scraping over rocks of steel
over the edge

Snack foods
Crunching
Slurping
Unbalanced meals of
muffins and deli

Family
Laughter
Screaming
Scaring people hiding
behind the doors

Pictures
Scenery
Rivers
Mountains
Log Cabins
Snack Foods
Cousins

Mountain Roads...

I was upstairs doing science
I came down for a break
I had sixty seconds to eat a snack
So I fixed myself a shake.

I sipped for fifteen minutes
Then my mother said, "Alright.
It's time to go upstairs to work
or we're gonna have a fight

I looked up at the clock
and I said to mom, "Already?
I still have fifty seconds left
and I still want some spaghetti."

I went to my computer and
I played a fishing game.
I played for twenty minutes
till my mom called out my name

"It's time to go upstairs, my dear!
The day is near its end!"
I still had forty seconds, though
and emails left to send

I sat down on the piano bench
and played the whole book through.
My birds began to chirp and tweet
I clapped my hands and stomped my feet.

My mom began to scream and shout
"Get up, go work, or you'll be out!"
"I only played six songs you know!
I've thirty seconds left to go!"

I opened the door
and stepped quickly outside
I searched for ten minutes
for a good place to hide.

I heard some rustling
very nearby and
a short moment later,
my mom cried out, "WHY??"

"You're deliberately wasting!
Go on! Do your school!
You're driving me crazy!
I'm starting to drool!"

"Please mom, come on!
I thought you were smart.
I've got twenty seconds,
I think I'll do art!"

I got out my pencils,
crayons and paint
I scribbled on paper.
My mom, she felt faint.

"You're getting me mad!
My hair's turning grey!
My skin's turning purple!"
She started to say.

She collapsed on the floor
and screamed ****** ******.
I think everyone in the world
could have heard her.

"Why aren't you working?
I really don't know!
Waiting for you is like
watching grass grow!"

My painting of oranges,
roses and pears,
was super fantastic
but mom didn't care.

I cleaned up the brushes
and rinsed out my hair.
And all this I did
with ten seconds to spare!

I looked out the window,
the sky was pitch black.
The day, it was over,
there's no turning back.

My science, unfinished,
my math stayed undone.
My mother lay limp,
but at least I had fun!

Today is my first day without you, like really without you.
Before, there was always a chance, always a hope that things would be okay and that we would work out.
But today is the start of a new chapter, where you and me don't exist, and there is no us, maybe, or one day.
I am free of the lies you told, the mistreatment, and the disdain.
I'm free of the inconsistency, callousness, and pain.
There are no more chances, no forgiveness, or apologies to accept.
There or no more talks, or possibilities, or "just want to catch up"s.
Your power is gone, the one you held over me like a grim reaper, waiting for me to falter.
The worst kind of monster... Welcoming me with open arms, only to lead me down the spiral of insanity.
I'm done, and I'm ready, but I'm not yet okay.
But I know that now I can work towards feeling that again one day.
And it hurts, but maybe that's the pain that I need.
Perhaps it's just that which will finally break the cycle of awful, maddening repetition.
I know some days I will move forward and some days I'll fall back, but at least you won't be there to remind me just how much.
I will never again hate myself for letting you in.
This is not the end, and I'm so ready to begin.
So today I will celebrate your absence, as a never-ending holiday.
I am so thankful that I chose not to let you stay.
Because none of this was worth it, and if I could I would change so many things, and wish all of it away.
So goodbye, my love, the one haunting my past.
The one who appears in my nightmares, including the one I live every day.
Who's there to remind me that I'm weak, and I'm broken, and that no truer words have ever been spoken, except...
I'm more whole than you'll ever be, especially now you have to live without me.

Sometimes I can't see past the shadows in the trees.
Sometimes I don't notice the song that lies within me.
Sometimes the sun looks down and hits me in the eye.
Blinding me from everything important in my life.

When hope flies away like a peregrine.
And out of your reach because you cannot fly.

And when the nightmares come in the darkness oh oh oh oh
Open your eyes and believe

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free

Sometimes life won't let you choose who you're meant to be
Sometimes it takes a choice before you're truly free.
Sometimes you have to let your heart show you the way.
And let your spirit soar out of the past into today.

When hope flies away like a peregrine.
And out of your reach because you cannot fly.

And when the nightmares come in the darkness oh oh oh oh
Open your eyes and believe

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free


Sometimes my heart goes cold,
But I look up to the sky,
the clouds there are fearless
And never afraid to cry.

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free

My eyesight is terrible.
I’m allergic to dust.
I can’t fold clothes.
I hate using chopsticks.
I refuse to eat mushrooms.
I always forget to floss.
My hands are all veiny.
I bite my nails.
Blow my nose loudly.
Sneeze a lot.
Trip.
Run into things.
Rush.

I’m late all the time.
Have too much stuff.
Drop things.
Lose things.
Forget.

I push people away.
I’m scared to be loved.
I’m mean sometimes.
Brash.
Make decisions too quickly.

I pick on my friends.
I go a little too far.
I’m too sensitive.
Get mad too easily.
Hold a grudge.
Am slow to forgive.

I react badly to criticism.
My hair is too thin.
Gets frizzy and tangled.
My nose is too round.

My posture is awful.
My feet are all callused.
And covered in marks.
My legs are too big.
My shape is too wide.
My shoulders are stiff.
I’m always uptight.

I get mad at myself.
I get mad at the world.
I get confused.
And afraid.
And angry.

I get sad and depressed.
I hate being alone.
I let things get to me.
I get tired.
I give up.

I bite at my lips.
And play with my hair.
I laugh really loudly
And sometimes I swear
I often get angry
And rarely play fair.
Though I’ll never be perfect,
I really don’t care.

It’s so disturbing to see what people come to
How quickly they ruin what might have been
It’s so disturbing to see people go from light to dark
It physically hurts to watch them fall

It’s so disturbing to watch your friends whither
As they turn their back on heaven’s light
It’s so disturbing to see the past disappear
To watch as history demolishes itself

It hurts to see people ruin themselves
People who were so close to you
Friends and neighbors moving on
And leaving you wondering what is right

It’s hard to leave the past behind
The memories you thought were life itself
Those moments you wish would last forever
Old jokes never told again

It can’t be stopped
It can’t be avoided
It can only be accepted
No matter how hard it feels at first.
And then forever.

Your worth is not in other people.

It is not when you look most beautiful, or in the thank yous disguised as apologies.

Your worth is in the days you pick up the pieces even as they slice your fingers.

It is tucked away in poems you'll never share because they are too painful, and smuggled past the battles you win benownst to none.

It's in the tiny victories, and the small moments that mean ever so much.

Your worth is in the size of your heart whether or not others can expand enough to contain it.

It exists in the tears you choose to give the world, for they are gifts of the care you hold within you.

Your worth is in the sparkle your eyes hold when nothing can stop you.  

It shines in your shamelessness and in your effervescence.

For nothing can take away your worth when you are priceless.

The robin’s wings flapped up and down as sun’s first light lay on her crown.
Flying, gently flying.
The stars shined high up in the sky, a glowing comet floated by.
Flying, gently flying,
The child laughed as his kite flew, he ran through grass all dabbed with dew.
Flying, gently flying.
The dandelion felt a draft of crisp, clean air support its shaft.
Flying, gently flying.
From way down low to far up high, from dew-dabbed grass to deep blue sky.
Are gifts that guide us, everywhere, from flying birds to crisp, clean air.
And these are those that earth is drowned, that surely make the world go round.
The place where everything is always, flying, gently flying.

Taking a chance will

                                       Either open a door or

Slam one in your face.

With his eloquent tongue,
Quick wit,
And grinning eyes.
He made us love him.
He made us feel loved.
If only for a moment.
Then it got ugly.
Suddenly there were questions.
Fighting amongst ourselves.
Betraying one another.
Never trusting.
No one.
Not even ourselves.
He made us weak.
Afraid.
Spiteful.
He turned us into something we're not.
He played us all.
He crushed us.
Or tried to.
Without a thought.
Without a care.
With his crippled black soul,
Deadened eyes,
And withered self.
Hidden behind a handsome mask,
A gentle hand,
His lies.
His fear drove him.
His fear of being realized.
His fear of being alone,
And others seeing him,
As he really is.
For he is dark,
He is apathetic,
He doesn't feel what others feel.
He cannot feel remorse,
Except for in fear of himself.
For he only cares for himself.  
He claims he doesn't care.
He claims to be free.
Free of restraints.
Free of emotion.
Free of love.
But for what he claims is free,
Is imprisoned in fear.
For he is a coward.
Terribly frightened.
Afraid of others.
What they might say.
What they might think.
But mainly he is afraid of himself.
For he knows his noxious soul,
Will one day find him.
Abandoned.
Exposed.
The day he knows he is unloved.
The day he knows he is alone.
Alone with no one but himself.
The one he fears the most.
He will weep.
For nothing is stronger.
Nor more horrifying.
Than facing one's greatest fear.
To open one's eyes.
To face all alone.
The one you despise the most.
To see in the mirror,
The demon you've become,
As no fear is stronger,
Than that of oneself.

I don't care if you're hurting
I don't care if you're upset
If you hurt me
I will never care

Even if I cared once
I won't any more
If you hurt me
I will never care

I love so many people
But that can change
If you hurt me
I will never care

I will do anything for you
If you are loyal and kind
But if you hurt me
I will never care

I judge by actions
I act through judgement
If you hurt me
I will never care

I will always care
Even if you don't
But if you hurt me
I will never care

To the one I love
Whom I've never met
Who one day
Will never leave my side
To the one I will cherish
With every laugh
Every smile
Every heartbeat.
I will wait for you
As the days go by
No matter how long it takes.
I will not rush
I'll take my time
And live my life
By my design.
I'll search for you
But will not toil
There's much to be done
Before that day
I will not fear
For you will come
No matter how long it takes.
Until that day
I'll wait for you
For we have nothing but time
We have nothing but time.

Rain is dripping

Down...

Down...

Down...

Rolling to the frosty ground.

Rain is dripping, freezing there,

Falling through the frigid air.

Rain is plopping on my nose.

Plinking, plonking, down it goes.

Freezing to my window pane.

Little moments in the rain...

"I love you more than buttercups!" Said little Mary Liu
Said Tiny Tim to Mary Liu, "I love you more than glue!"
"I love you more than applesauce." Said Betty to Lucille.
Lucille replied, "I love you more than wet banana peel!"

"I like you more than broccoli." Said Kimmie to her mom.
Her mother smiled, "Kim I love you more than lemon balm."
"I love you more than ******." Debbie told her boyfriend Don.
Donny looked at her and said, "Me too! I wish that you were gone."

So in the end, it seems to seem that Valentines are not
Anything more than people who just like to spend a lot
Valentine's Day isn't quite as glorious as we
Swoon and croon and quite as big as we make it to be

My eyes are drooping.
I am getting quite sleepy.
The night is now here

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
I will be strong, no matter what happens.
I will not concede to weakness.
Pain will not win. Failure is irrelevant.
It will not exist in this world of mine.
I may fall, but I will get back up every time.
Negativity will not stand in my way.
I will not shed tears, lest with a smile.
Those who give me strength, I will draw them with me.
I will protect them from the harms from which they protect me.
I will not see pain inflicted by my own hand.
I will be a leader of tomorrow. I will bring the world in my wake.
Today is the first. It will be the first of many.
I will be strong and I will be proud.
I will love without fail and remain loyal to those who hold my trust.
I will be honest and thoughtful and as kind as life will allow.
I will never again look behind me.
I will not let my past drag me down.
I accept this challenge, for I have written it.
Thus, I start a new chapter of my life, and it begins with these words:
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

Shadows block the light away
For here is where the sun won’t shine
I shut my eyes in fear again
And pray that sleep will soon be mine.

I will not dare to lift my head
I can’t imagine what I’ll see
I think of how right now I’m in
The last place I would like to be

It doesn’t matter what they say
I know their stories are not true
For monsters really do exist
I know it cause I’ve seen them too

They pretend that they are shadows
Nonchalantly floating by
Sneaking around my little room
And scaring me until I cry

But when I see a little ray
Through the pale curtains in my room
When drops of sun light up my world
And steal away the night’s cold gloom

I know that all will be okay
It is what gets me through the night
Just knowing that in the morning
I’ll get to see that shining light

The sunshine blocks my fears away
For now is when the shadows hide.
I leap into the morning cause
I know that life is on my side.

Shall I compare thee to a rotten raisin?
Thou art much less fermented.
The flies come if they’re left out in a bin.
But the sun just makes you demented.

Sometimes I find a box melted in my car.
And thus it sticks like crazy glue.
And since my Drain-O is not up to par,
Thus am I as stuck to you.

But the only time I’ve seen you melt is while looking in my eyes.
And being around you is as sweet, almost as sweet as those,
Old, fermented, raisins baked into cherry pies.
And never ever have I had to pour acid up your nose.

As long as flies steer clear of you, I shall be content.
With my handsome sun-made lover, although your nose is bent.

I hear the laughter
I see the cheer
I feel the warmth
From ear to ear

We're all together
We're all the same
We're all playing
The very same game

And all around me
There are grins
Everyone's happy
Everyone wins

From ponytails
To sneaker soles
each of us chases
identical goals

We work and laugh
We're having fun
The road is rough
But we are one.

The robin’s wings flapped up and down as sun’s first light lay on her crown.
Flying, gently flying.
The stars shined high up in the sky, a glowing comet floated by.
Flying, gently flying,
The child laughed as his kite flew, he ran through grass all dabbed with dew.
Flying, gently flying.
The dandelion felt a draft of crisp, clean air support its shaft.
Flying, gently flying.
From way down low to far up high, from dew-dabbed grass to deep blue sky.
Are gifts that guide us, everywhere, from flying birds to crisp, clean air.
And these are those that earth is drowned, that surely make the world go round.
The place where everything is always, flying, gently flying.

My head's an endless circle.
The depths of which, unknown,
To any man or child or beast,
My sanity condone.

My head contains no corners,
Beginnings, nor an end.
No pathways and no rabbit holes,
Escape is all pretend.

My head's an endless circle.
A tangled, twisting maze.
Of flying books and living words,
And tales on silver trays.

My head is full of paper.
Some plastic and some glass.
And birds and things that live in here,
Whatever comes to pass.

My head is full of wonders,
A miracle or two.
So come inside, I'd like to share,
Insanity with you.

My enemies hate me for all I stand for, and all I'll someday be.
My acquaintances know my name and recognize it.
My casual friends may not know who I am, but still make life lighter.
My friends are the ones who comfort me when I fail but draw away when I succeed.
My best friends laugh with me about my failures, celebrate my successes, and tell me straight when I'm being a pain in the neck.
My family supports everything I do and are always there, even if I don't want them to be.
And all those in between make life interesting, whether good or bad.

None of that matters unless I say so.

My enemies make me stronger.
My acquaintances give me pride.
My casual friends make me smile.
My friends keep me social.
My best friends warm my heart (and strengthen my patience).
My family is my lifeblood and backbone.
And all those in between, make me who I am.

Thanks to everyone in my life, no matter what you think of me.

Here clouds cover misty ground
I stand lost upon a mound
rotten branches falling down
their prickly needles turning brown

Sun's not shining, birds are gone
looks like I'm the only one
standing in this foggy glade
where night's shadow has been laid.

Here is where the land does meet
smashing waves and air so sweet
standing here until the dawn
wondering where the light has gone

Why can I not understand
many features in this land
changing all forever so
blooming flowers to the snow

Once the mist does drift away
no reason for me to stay
I can find my own way home
I won't linger all alone.

Belgium, we hear you.
Our tears fall at your loss.
One day, things will be okay, and the world will turn right-side up.

It won't be tomorrow, or in my lifetime, but one day, it will.
Until then, we hear you, and stand with you against the evil in this world.

Evil exists.
It is very real.
There are monsters in the shadows, gouls under our beds, and ghosts drifting outside our windows.
We are all but children playing in the dark.

Evil, and pain, and wrongdoings, and losses, exist all around us.
And one day, when we decide, they will go away.
Until then, we hear you.

He cut through her heart with a blade ice,
His love had fled on a raven’s wing.
Under the shadow of his sacrifice,
A deep crevice swallowed everything.

A fated love doomed at the very start.
A love to burn in an icy flame.
Condemned by the blood of a frozen heart,
The death of light surely was to blame.

The love would exist in an empty crypt.
The will of the fates spoken too soon,
As if printed upon a hallowed script
On a hill she sat beneath the moon

He would find her there, that was to be true,
He would crush her heart without a thought
The flower’s petals, alas, far too few.
The maiden’s sorrow he cruelly brought.

As though her fragile heart were made of glass,
It shattered under his icy spell.
Her identity scattered through the grass.
Of her no more one would ever tell.

Although he did sit and delicately,
Retrieve the pieces of his true love.
Gone from the world she had definitely,
Long vanished into the world above.

But he as well had gone from the dark earth.
And though the two had gambled with death,
There can be not death if there is not birth,
Again they rose, unified in breath.

The love had been fated and it was doomed,
But after the dark comes always the light.
The promise of life, ahead of them loomed.
No hate versus love, nor wrong versus right.

Awkwardly I stand my ground.
Awkwardly I'm standing there.
Should I smile? Should I frown?
Awkwardness is in the air.

Awkward in the morning fog.
Awkward in the evening light.
I've been awkward all along.
Though I think that I'm alright.

I've got lots of awkward friends.
We are awkward every day.
The awkwardness it never ends.
But together, it's okay.

Awkward I am, but I'm proud.
To be awkward is a gift.
I don't have to make a sound.
I can give the mood a lift.

Though I'm awkward I still smile.
There's much to be happy for.
I'll be walking down the isle.
Awkwardly and then some more!

There's no point being ashamed.
If you're awkward, please be proud.
If you're awkward and get blamed.
Just awkwardly smile and say real loud:

"I am awkward, but that's me!
And that is how it's supposed to be.
So come and be awkward with me.
If you try it, then you'll see!"

Watch where you step,
although the forest seems kind
it has a nasty secret
and might just bite you
from behind.

I stepped out on the stage and the audience gave a cry.
I admit I almost stopped because I am a little shy.
I twirled and whirled and danced and then I came down with a crash!
My mother called an ambulance and it came in a dash.


My dance teacher came to visit me in the hospital
There was my Mom, my Brother Greg and my Principal.
My dance instructor sighed when she heard the news from Greg.
“I just followed her advice. She told me ‘Break a leg’!

Lets go back in time a bit.
Come on in here. Come and sit.
Do not mind my musty wraps.
I will not sell them for snow caps.

Now you all think I'm a fake.
Here's some candy for you to take.
I am, in fact, so very real.
You and I can make a deal.

This is what I'm thinking of.
Little Lady, little dove.
I will tell you all about.
How I came here with no doubt.

All it cost is just one thing:
All you three must do is bring,
Me a steamy cup of tea.
Go on. Hurry off you three.

Ah, I see you all are back.
In this tea its strength does lack.
But that really is no matter.
Let us stop with all this chatter.

Let us go way, way back when.
Parts of us were Ib and Ren.
Sheut the shadow, Ba is me.
Ka, my life force. Mine you see...

Ib the heart and Ren the name.
Not one of us is the same.
Most my soul parts have not changed.
But my Ka has… rearranged.

Haha! I came back to life.
With a bone, some blood, a knife.
I shall walk till Hallow’s Eve.
Then will leave you all to grieve.

Do not run dear little girl.
Let me pat your tiny curl.
I will not hurt you all right now.
I’ll take my leave, here’s my bow.

But just watch out on Halloween.
I do love hearing small girls scream!
Goodbye now. But watch your back.
I warn all those with wits that lack…

It's that wonderful time of year again,
when we gather with family and friend

And as the candlelight dances
I feel it deep in my heart

That holiday spirit, that holiday feeling
when we all gather around the table,
singing our songs, laddi da.
Until the candlelight fades and the sun drops down
Only happiness is left hanging around.

After all of the family's been fed
The rest of the evening lies ahead

And through the smiles and laughter
I feel it deep in my heart

That holiday spirit, that holiday feeling
when we all gather around the table,
singing our songs, laddi da.
Until the candlelight fades and the sun drops down
Only happiness is left hanging around.

And as the music is ending
I feel it deep in my heart

That holiday spirit, that holiday feeling
when we all gather around the table,
singing our songs, laddi da.
Until the candlelight fades and the sun drops down
Only happiness is left hanging around.

You

                       look
                                                    right

                                                               ­         through
                         me...

Like
                                                              I'm

                                      Barely

                    Even

                                     ­                          There....

Find joy in the moments that aren't noticed.
They are the ones that contain the most meaning.
The best feeling in the world is to be amongst people who don't think about the downs.
People who don't care what life throws at them.
It is the best type of happiness.

The tip of my pen is moved
by forces not my own.

The words that are unwritten,
never will be shown.

Marching across an empty page,
never knowing what to do.

All of me is forever lost,
Unless there is all of you.

It's Pride who sits on lofty shoulders,
Donning silk and crystal shoes,
She blinds all those without the strength to see.

You're always in my mind
No matter what time of day
You're always on the tip of my tongue
And on the end of my pen
I've had my best times with you
And my worst
Our lives quite rarely intertwine
We're always traveling separate paths
But that's what makes our friendship so special
I can tell you anything
And you'll never judge
And you can tell me anything
Knowing that I won't
You are only one of few
But if you are one of those
You'll know it when you read this poem
Because this poem is for you
You make my life special
And keep my head high
And when I think that all is lost
You surprise me by showing up
Right when I need you most
This poem I wrote so that you'll see
Exactly what you mean to me
So thank you to those rare few
For everything and all you do
You keep a smile on my face
And make this world a better place

Soil turned in summer’s eye
Flattened blades from weary boots
Trees are singing; hopping birds
Return their polyphonic tune
Rusty Chevys rumble by
Wandering, but never lost
Laughter makes the soil gleam
Restless wheels and sodden leaves
Stories follow, day by day
Always moving, never rest
Scent of timber feeds each breath
Far from home, but never left

You are...
The name I look for in my inbox.
The person I call when I'm going to the movies.
The shoulder I search for when I need to cry.
The ear I borrow when I need to rant.
The person I think of when buying books.
The person who's words make the most sense to me.
The one who understands me best.
The one I can count on for constructive criticism.
The one I can count on to be brave when am not.
The person who puts up with me.
The person I consider as my Best Friend in a world where Friends are underrated.
The one who stands with me night and day through storms and sunshine.
The person who will always find a way to make me grin.
The one who still has a dry sense of humor at two in the morning with a Marvel movie playing outside our cabin.
My partner in crime.

If I were to write you a thank you note, It would never end. So I hope these two words will suffice:

**Thank You

I may come across as crazy to you. But I’m not. I’m not crazy. Well that depends on what your definition of crazy is. It could be in a technical sense. Or it could be in a literal sense. Or it could be in a mental sense. Or OK. You get it.

So here’s the thing. My friend is being controlled by Reptilian Aliens. Yes! I’m serious!... No, I haven’t seen them but… Hey. I learned it on the internet and the internet is always right. I haven’t told her that I know. I’m not sure I should.

What if they hear me? They’ll come for me! They’ll take me! What if they harm her to get information from me? What if they come and destroy the world? Oh no! They can’t. Earth is the only planet with chocolate! Imagine a universe with no chocolate! Then everyone would be without energy all the time and what a disaster it would be if I had no energy!

Especially because I only use my energy for the greater good! What if I weren’t here to warn you about this danger? You all have to keep your mouths shut! It’s imperative you are discreet! We should all go into hiding! Underground. There has to be a secret bunker somewhere for me!

I’ll help everyone get settled in our new underground home. No. Wait! My friend. She’s coming! It’s every man for himself! Aaaah!! (Runs Off)

Fruit is very sweet.
It can also be **** though.
But then so is life.