I am disembarking from here,
I have moored my boat here for too long,
I have made to many friends,
I have made more enemies than not,
I have destroyed the place of where I live,
I have wiped it clean of its tolerance,
I burned it to the ground not by my own cause but by talking to each side.

I wonder some days,
As if my life is in a haze,
My parents just say it's a faze,
I don't think that is how it plays,
All I hear and see around me are nays,
As I struggle to do my pays,
As long as it stays,
It will take many days.

This is a project that I had to do at school, it's not a poem but I just wanted people to read it...


          A wise oak lazily wrestles with the wind disregarding its breathy efforts. The tree sits atop a hill looking over a dark golden field, overhead the oak lay the endless universe, while an aurora borealis streaks the earth with an endless luminescent light. The wise oak shimmers with streaks of purple, green, yellow, and red hues as they dance on its leaves. I walk toward the oak blanketed in darkness except for the colours that flow across me. As I walk through the field slowly awed by the living light that has bathed the dull world, I can’t help but touch the soft ripe wheat as it tickles my palm. When I reach the tree it sways softly in the wind, the leaves rustle trying to softly speak silent words of wisdom. I lie down in the cool soft grass and look up at the sky through the leafless patches of the tree, I can see the stars that paint the blackness of the universe and the aurora borealis as it brings the sky to life. I stare for a while and I feel as if I stay long enough the tree will speak to me with great words of wisdom.

I talk to a girl,
She's beautiful,
We hangout for a while,
I ask if she wants to go out,

She stares at me,
I stare into her dazzling eyes trying to get a message,
She gets up and walks away...

Why do I try

Feelings are nothing then a human trait,
We all have it this is just fate,
But do you know what I truly hate,
Is the way we debate about it,

We are human but we retaliate in the fact that we all relate to one another,

Families deny and disassociate themselves from their society all over human emotions,
So as we debate our fate with "God" we ignore or at least to pretend that human feeling is just a feeling.

The flame flickers,
I think about it harder,
O the ideas,
The flame is so bright,
It is not evil,
I just sparked an idea,
And now you can see the flame in my eyes.

To whom I call my brother,
To whom I call my sister,
To whom I call my mother,
To whom I call my father,

To whom I call my family,
To whom I call myself,
To whom shall I call when there is no one left?

Shall I call the earth and plea for assistance,
Shall I call to the universe when the earth replies no more,
Or shall I call to a god to help me.