Dear Kay,
All i do is sit and think,
Think about you
I think I'm lost but I'll find a way
If you pour your love out to me
All I do is sit and think,
Thinking about you
My beautiful Kay
You are the only way,
For me
There's nothing better to see,
Then your eyes looking to mine
Their magnificent sparkle and shine
All i do is sit
Sit and think
Think about you

Oh how i hate school,
Played like a fool, society's tool,
Oh how i hate schools
With all the people and their stupid rules,
Oh how i hate school

Everyone knows a poem must rhyme,
A common accepted fact,
No doubt about that,
Slant rhymes and word play is fine...
But i hate reading poems that dont,
End in a rhyme.

Funny thing about time is it isnt real,
There is no then or before
There's just now, like a wheel,
Now is constant but always moving,
And the funny thing about time,
There's always more
Because it's all now, over and over again
So no pressure, because time,
Won't ever end...

****** moon ****** moon
Bright red on black
To show the end will be soon,
Perhaps by suicide or a heart attack...
****** moon, oh i hate the moon,
Bright red over dark night
Demands a sacrifice soon...
I hate you, oh big red moon
Today you **** my light
Today you win the fight
Today I'm crushed under your,
****** might.

Tick tick tick, tick tock, tick tick, clock
Wicked mind you hold the hour
Does my mind have the power?
Clock tick tick tick
...where was i when god had shown
How to make a happy home...
Lie in bed no sleep will come,
Have some peace and then its gone...

Blistering rage, and nihilist fears
Burning hate, and painful tears
I hang at dawn...
But does that undo any wrongs?