To me a Dandelion is not only a ****, killed, hated, yet god's prayers, for every wish to become true. Yet a beautiful sprung grown, flower wanting to be a rose, but accepting the fact that being a Dandelion is good.

"I am sorry. I don't want to be an emperor, that's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible. Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness; not each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there's room for everyone and a good Earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut our selfs in; machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think to much and feel to little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions sires out the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say "Do not despair". The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die liberty will never perish. Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you - who regiment your lives, tell you what to do what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines, you are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate only the unloved hate. The unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers - don't fight for slavery, fight for liberty. In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written: "the kingdom of God is within man". Not one man, nor a group of men - but in all men - in you. You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work,that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They don't fulfill that promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world were science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers - in the name of democracy, let us all unite!" ~Charlie Chaplin

Ribbon on the floor
I can't take it anymore.
I will never be a prep.
I will never be fake.
I will never be the thing I hate.

You come over with a smile of generosity and lovingness. I love you. We love you. You made my mother, uncle's, and further generation. You are my queen. You have showed me to smile when in doubt. I love you. Your knowledge of animals, you speak to them. You understand them. You give them a place to call home. I love you. I can't say it enough. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. It goes on. I might have my days, but when you are around I sure do get up quick. Thank you. I love you. Thank you for every thing. Thank you for my life. You are my creature. I love you.

~Amber your granddaughter.~
:3

In a life time I wont do as expressed ,yet I remain to feel faint. A world of sorrow; regret is what I live by. Sunshine rises for everyone to hide in the dark shade and let there wants lift, as others needs fade. My life as a view to others is a sad, melancholy, very dark life to live. Of coarse I won't live my life out to the fullest, because i'm afraid of the people in the journey of a life time.

A day of laughter, excitement fills the air as the cupcake is delivered for that was all they could afford. Sizzling candles, each with a swirl of color, thirteen representing thirteen years of his day of birth. Sad that he shall grow up with little money, yet with a world of kindness, not greed. Happy day for him. A mother cries, as she looks in his eyes to see that he is a teenager, not her little baby. He now is only 7 years from adult hood. He is blessed with a heart of steel, a mind of hope, a graceful mind. "Thank you he says, but ma'am I wan't you to wish in light, and blow the dream to god, for he shall make true." "Oh, honey thank you." She blows out the candles with a tear now on the cupcake. She takes a bite... She smiles "Thank you. I love you" "I love you to ma!" They hug, they smile, they cry. "Happy birthday... I love you..." She whispers then slowly dies in his arms. He knew it, he cried, he forgave the secret she kept. "I love you to" A tear.

I know you may not like me. You may not think I am cool. I have always liked you... Always. The moment I first saw you I couldn't take my mind off you. You are the prettiest thing that God has given to this world. You give me hope when in the deepest pit of despair. Your hair is amazing. Your smile is my light in a dark room. Though we remain friends; I will always think of you as my love at first sight. I will help you in all ways possible to find that girl, that beauty I wish to be. If you are happy then I must be. My stomach hurls when I see you every morning; When in horse-play-mode I stand aside to watch. Hoping I won't get in the way. You have set the bars aside when personality comes. You open my eyes to a world of joy. When we go our separate ways at school, I fall out of that world. You have showed me to just be happy. The love I have for you is to much for words, to much for life, to must too explain. I promise to protect you. If I could hug you all day or never go to school again, I would choose you... Every time. I wan't to be with you. I just wish we could be that odd couple. I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us. Jenny, love isn't enough. Jenny... Jenny I love you. Jenny the hug I gave you before giving you this was warm and excited. The beating in my heart, like the song "Seven Nation Army" by: White Stripes. It's fast so fast it skips a few beats. You're the beauty i'm the beast. You are life I am death. You're yang i'm yin. Opposites attract. Jenny I love you as a friend, a "girlfriend", a mother, a sister. I love you.

The celling filed with wiggly lines.
My bed soft mushy.
Pillow is furry, squishy.
My sheets silky, and warm.
My bed the place I slumber.
A place to say good night.

Days pass. She watches, she whispers. "Why?" The people she sees through her window. Her basement is cold, dark, empty. Just one body lies on the floor. Hers. Up in a ball, raveled. One barred window pushed up in the wall. A boy crawls up pressing against the metal. Asking "Hello? HELLOO?" Looking at her and screaming "I will get you out, I promise!" That was the thing; she was locked in there, punishment she doesn't know what she did wrong. She can't remember. She is to weak to get up and tell him no. She can't even smile, she showed him the last thing she had left, tears. She had a blank face. Thus her black hair, tangled, long against her pail white figure. She wore a dress, or what's left of it, white, laced end. Sad, that was her first wedding dress. Once to her feet, now to her thighs. Cut, torn; she used half of it as an attempt to escape, losing her energy. No shoes, smeared makeup, she laid. She never saw that boy again. That's another promise broken. She was imprisoned. She didn't scream, he warned her "One scream, one bullet, one life." With a smirk. He locked her up. Called her names, beat her, hated her. She died that day. Knowing there is no one left. Knowing that no one cared. Her last words "I am sorry for whatever I did, I love you." She died thinking it was her fault. She still loved him. He thought she was a joke. She took it seriously. He killed, she apologized. Her vow was more than heart could say. His vow wasn't more than a lie. His vow was a lie. She should have turned when she could. On the wedding day.

Tho days seem never-ending, we still come home to a family. No matter the size or strength. We all see our opinions, as we don't look at others. Family is the biggest treasure known to man. Every day without your loved-ones creates more hope. In the name of God we are all connected, we are all brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers.

We seek out the good in people, as we miss their true state of mind. We want our image, we desire the dreams. We know dreams are the brick walls that separate dream from reality. To achieve we must work. Work is time, patience and effort. Without work we are nothing.

Without family we remain lost. Time grows as we age and create joy. Life is full of crazy things and life is full of love. We all know that. My time here, in this world, is worth living through. I realized that; Your life, my life, our lives' are worth living, they are worth exploring. If we mess up, we start over.

Depression, Anxiety, A.D.H.D., A.D.D. isn't a choice. I am sure that we would want to change the illnesses, but we can't. We can treat it, but that won't make it disappear. We can help create hope; or we can help **** it. The abuse from others to us is within the past.

"Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
But today is a gift.
Thats why they call it present."

You're perfect.
I am perfect.
We are perfect.
Just the way we are.

My body is still. I enjoy the air. I live out the freedom in the moment. My chest up, down; breath after breath. Dress flowing with the wind. My bare feet, toes twine with the grass. The water at the end of the cliff bouncing off the dirt forming an army of waves, a battle. The moon center of my view, my mind. I am at peace. I am fearless. I am home.

Right now.
I wish to die.
My future is death.
Why the hell do I write.
There is no point.
I don't know.
I am depressed.
I am sorrow.
I re-write everything,
just in different format.
I don't care.
I won't be missed.
I am not loved.
I write.
I am tired.
I am in pain.
I am sorry.

I am done with life. I hate myself. I hate people. I want the sweet sent of suicide to rome amongst my feet. I feel of no place for me to be in. I am a disturbance.
How can I be so ugly in and out. I don't fit in. I am bullied. I am abuse with sounds and fists. I am alone. No one can relate. I am stuck.
I mustn't talk, no, not a sound. It's a sin if expressed. I am the passage way to depression, enjoy the ride while you can. I am sorrow. I am me, the worst to be.
Why must I be alone? What did I do? Well I can't complain, if god did this then what is he to be of heaven. God is the root to all evil. Well in my world he is. Believe and are betrayed.
I don't understand my meaning of life. Why must you drop me from heaven if so then why thee others gracefully down. I hate how I am separate from myself. The different views. The world is a dark place. I feel of nothing to be cheerful of. I am my only friend.
Most of you think, wow, great writing. These are my feelings. This poem is my mind. The only way I can communicate to any other is this, yet they read and just continue life without a doubt, while I am still right here. What have I become, a monster, a guesser.

I wish to tell you of my past. There is just not enough words. I can't find the right word. Abused, teased, told, ordered. I... My mind is full of words. I can't explain. I wan't to scream. I am alone. I write that in almost every poem. Every poem is my past. Something I don't want to remember. Why must I write out my feelings. This is random. I am sorry. UGH. I have A.D.D. I scream randomly. I cry for no reason. I laugh from at mid sentence. I stutter. I shake, not as a joke, not as a word. I shake. My hands eating, sleeping, typing, reading, writing, everyday, for no reason. I am addicted to monster, coffee, milk. Hey I just realized I am typing my problems. I guess. Oh yeah I have night terrors not night mares, night horrors. My night terrors were terrible HA it's in the name. I would dream of shapes, each shape would have a power. Like a square would control time, and in that time he can ****. I know it sounds stupid. But if something is stupid enough that my eyes open as asleep, screaming -NOT JOKING- and be able to wake up everyone in the household. HA on my birthday do you wanna know what my sister made me, of coarse you do thats why you are reading this. Well she drew shapes with angry faces on them and she taped them on my wall -which I face when I sleep-... When I woke up I screamed and punched a hole in the wall which broke my hand. "Thanks Ash."-sarcasm- Well that was I don't know a while ago, so yeah.

A day to me is a world of              nothing.



In a box lay                                              oblivio­n.            
                
  
                  
                                Space                                 everywhere.  
         *Empty

Hair up, not in a holder, in the air.
Not grey but brown.
You don't even need glasses, because you see the world as a flower any way.
You are perfect.
Everything that my family needs.
I love you gram.
<3
!uoy evol I
Je t'aime!

When I'm alone I dream of the horizon and words fail me.
There is no light in a room where there is no sun
and there is no sun if you're not here with me, with me.
From every window unfurls my heart the heart that you have won.
Into me you've poured the light,
the light that you found by the side of the road.

Time to say goodbye.
Places that I've never seen or experienced with you.
Now I shall, I'll sail with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,
it's time to say goodbye.

When you're far away I dream of the horizon and words fail me.
And of course I know that you're with me, with me.
You, my moon, you are with me.
My sun, you're here with me with me, with me, with me.

Time to say goodbye.
Places that I've never seen or experienced with you.
Now I shall, I'll sail with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,

I'll revive them with you.
I'll go with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,
I'll revive them with you.
I'll go with you.

You and me.

Good night.
This is the last of me.
Tonight pills.
Tomorrow gone.
More tears.
More smiles.
I am sorry.
I really am.

A ancient man of up to date, in search for his rugous body to expire. Very sapient, in a low spoken tone. Blackening, lusterless, tone of green eyes hazed behind his glass dome to in which seeks a luminous view. Thus being no longer youthful, such man twas engraved as my forefather.
  Tis of thy ancestor hair a majestic, ash, of none of thee less than one inch grown out of his marble shaped, sphere, crown. Scars are thee faded memories, thus he shall not keep them in mined nor heart.

Spirit.
Light.
Drift.
Sunken.
Equivocation.
White.
Lifeless.
Sorrow.
Worthless.
Ghost.

I have all the feelings in my head. I hate and love. I just hate more than love. I am tired and depressed. **** this. I am done. Life, yup, not my thing. I **** at life. I can't even sleep without some type of emotion. I hate my life, me, people, this world. So tell me how much I have worth living for. I know what I have. But I have more hate towards people in me than love in anything. What the hell am I doing. Oh my god. Yes I scream. Yes I cry. I **** at math. But do you really need math for writing. Random noises leave my mouth. I don't have one feeling at a time. They just bounce together. When I cry I laugh. I scream and I am crying. Ugh. This is a poem, a ****** one. I listen to only songs that have meaning. What am I supposed to do besides run. Run from what. I don't know. Let me go. Zombiefy!! Woo. What the hell was that. A.D.D. taking over me. What did I do. Where do I go. The scars on my wrist are now gone. Except one. That one gave me more pain. It hurts like a pinch. And stings like a bee. Blood just there. It doesn't move until I make the next slash, making the drops turn in to a puddle. I let it build up inside of me. In my thoughts.

"A day of life has approached me. The day of death. As others say it "My time has come." Then thee others cry. I am old now. It's just a regular type of day. Except today I lie on my death bed. It's comfy. I don't need anything. No water, fresh towels, jello. Nothing. I am sad yes, yet I do want is the pain to stop. Don't pull the plug yet. Please let me die trying. I don't want to give up. I love you." Those were his last words to me. "I love you."
  Two hours later; he died. I stayed holding his hand. After the buzzer was a tone of one. Continuing, beeeeeeeeep and so forth. I kissed him on the head. I never walked out. Yes, I cried. He was my husband. Seventy two years of marriage. I slept there because he was my home. He always told me. "Darling, I wan't to see the world. Do you mind if we sell our home and explore?" All I said was "You are my home." With a smile, after that we held hands under the roof of our house.  We married at about sixteen maybe seventeen years of age. We lived good. "I love you too." I broke. I cried. They escorted me out of there as I watched them finally put the sheet over his head. I screamed. I cried. I did not run when they put me in a room. A lady sat there in front of me and said "Please, don't scream. We will be keeping him here. Until you figure out how, well ether he will be buried or he..." I cut her off. "I understand. May I see him one last time?" I begged "Yes..." She said with a sigh. This will be the last I will see of him. Yet again I say "I love you..." Grasping his chest holding him with all my might.
  I never saw him again; because I ran. I ran from his last day.

We are all here for a reason.
That reason is unknown.

The flowers are my god.
They are there, no one can explain them.
No one...

Flowers are my belief.
They get crushed, yet bounce back up.
They are calm, colorful, fragranced.

What is your God, your Belief?

"But, I thought..."
"HAHAH fat ***, did you really think that anyone would like you. (With a crowd behind her)
"I... I just thought."
"Well you thought wrong *****! AHAH (The whole crowd laughs)"
"But what did I do?"
"You were talking **** about me, yeah he told me, go die you *****! (More laughs from the crowd)"
"No I don't talk about people... I didn't say anything"
"Oh "OK Sure" Yeah go say that you ***. No one likes you. Go **** you're self. HAHA (More)"
She walked out of the girls restroom along with the crowd. Me one the floor crying. I crawl to the nearest stall. I stay there for about 5 minutes. I soak up my tears to accept the fact that I have to go back. In my head I thought take her out, punch her, kick her, DO SOMETHING! I didn't, I wanted to. No cameras in the bathroom. No proof that anything happened that day. I wish I would have fought back. But I was afraid. Lies lead up to this. He told lies. He, she, they, them. Lies.

I'm seeking help. I think I'm going to die soon. I have seen the future before, I dreamt it. I know that sounds impossible. I went to a carnival, well it's more a thing that people make. Like you walk through lights, but when we where walking to go home. I realized that I have seen this before. A couple years ago I had a dream. Me holding popcorn, my mother next to me father and sister in front. Walking to a mall the catch the bus home. I stopped and just watched. This has also happened before from watching a movie. But this is not a coincidence if i can see the future then what about my other dreams? Are my dreams my future?

My life as a flower.
I shall wilt in fear.
I grow towards death.
I crumble the fastest.
I die by suicide,
not **** spray.

My lackadaisical soul. Very depleted, stale, in which rome the damp, disconsolate rain. Soaking up my clothes, to divulge my skin. Thus laying  motionless, inert. I am drenched. I love it. Being solitary, alone. Better than lied to. I love observing; listening, watching. I am silent, bashful.