I turn to this old site
to write some poetry
just because it might
help soothe me to sleep.

I never go to bed on time
so to help me
I think of a rhyme
maybe two; just for you.

Tomorrow when I wake
I'll know that writing this poem
is probably a mistake
and I know at school I'll be no count.

So poetry help me dream
drifting away
sometimes poems aren't what they seem...

i like to swing on creaky swings
go outside, lie down in the grass and listen to the birds sing.
I like to take walks in the woods and spend time in the sun
I guess this is just my kind of fun.
Now it's getting chilly
and my lack of fun is really quite silly.

I still enjoy the fun
And I know,
that when every day is done
another sunrise
makes me love life so.

Oblivious to the
passing
wasting
and loss
Of time
she never really knew how beautiful
and eventful
life is.
She was oblivious in so many ways.
The tears that were unselfishly cried over her
all of the wonderful sentences she never again would hear.

sharp edges
lives awful sketches
easily sliced
or cut*
but
Life is a little too beautiful
ah*
I've cried
No longer will I be alone,
I got a letter that says
he's coming home.

I'm thankful for...
Love
Friends
Enemies
My Dog Bear of course
wait.. is that odd?
I'm thankful for...
Family
Home
but guess who I'm most thankful for?*

God

I don't know why he keeps trying to survive me