Good times
On the team
Smiles for the crowd
We are one
And all
Who cast aspersions
Will suffer mightily
Smiles everyone.

I said your name more than I've ever said I love you
I think eventually they became one in the same to me
Suddenly your name became the most important word that would ever leave my lips
Your name, a singular word, would come to mean the word to me
And eventually
Eventually
Your name
Instead of being breathed in between the I love you's
Would soon be between the broken sobs filled with regret
I pray for the day where I can say your name without feeling each piece of myself that I worked too hard to put back together threaten to fall apart again into the mess I am now
One day
I'll be okay
And your name will only be a fleeting memory

Spring is all dressed up in her flowered gown
Upon her leafy green head set's a splendid sun lit crown
Her lips are the brightest cardinal red
Winter seen her coming and hastily fled
Animals wake from their long sleep, waiting on her to see
Her eyes are as deep and blue as the brilliant sea
On her finger's resides diamonds of dew
Spreading through the sky, rainbow hues
She stretches fourth her eager hand
Her green thumb touching every piece of land
As the tears run down her face
Bringing life once more with grace

Let me **** myself in poetry
The suicide thoughts that keeps haunting me
The misery that keeps drowning me
I will let it all out in this piece of poetry

I am starting to hate myself
I know I have the ability, for what it's worth
But I keep stumbling and falling
All by myself

I feel sorry to my parents
For they have provided me everything they could give
I feel sorry to God
For I know he had blessed me with so much more than I am worth

I know killing isn't the solution
But

I hate myself That I want to hurt it
Inflict pain and **** it.

But I know a lot of people still loves me
Caring and is waiting for me

So to let out my anger
Let me **** myself in this poetry
Yes, with this poem I have died.

I have killed myself in poetry,

Now I shall go back stronger, to face my reality.

The traveler has no home, the traveler is never sown, the travelers dearest companion is his pack, he only keeps what he can carry on his back.
No one want's to be the traveler, the traveler knows, except for the traveler  because the traveler knows that the tune that makes him travel is more precious then any home and he won't settle for anything less then his own.

I love you
like a brother
when all is well
when all goes wrong
I have trouble
remembering your name.