The bar of chocolate
Nothing on this earth,
Tempts me more than that bar of chocolate.
Its like a rope trying to pull me,
Trying to hypnotize me into its luscious mixture,
Just waiting to be finished.
Just waiting to drip from the tip of my finger.
Just waiting to be passed from the middle of my fingers.
To be gulped.
It is so good,
That you forget about the bad things that happened,
That nothing bad has happened.
As if all fades away.
This bar has my best memories,
Like how I once ate a piece of wrapper and I chocked.
How I ate burnt chocolate by putting it in the microwave!.
This chocolate contains all the happiness I need to start,
My  day.
This bar is my Lead to Succsess.

The paintings on her wall,
Were like the timeline of her life.
Some were painted horribly,
To show her anger.
Some were painted white,
To show peace.
Some were painted Blue,
To show how the sadness acted like a veil over the happiness.
Some were painted black,
To show that she didn’t feel anything,
No pain,
No envy,
No happiness.
Some were painted of all shades,
To show that her life is a mix of all,
But then the paintings had splashes over of black and white,
To show,
Her life will have problems,
But there will be moments of peace,
Some of happiness,
But the shades in your life won’t leave you.

You shine like the moon.
The moon cries when it see’s your face,
Because it thought nothing could beat its beauty.
You sparkle  like the Moon in the night sky,
And when it shines everyone sees it.
It never leaves their sight.
People praise it.
People love it.
People think it’s a nature’s gift.
And you my sister,
Are the same for me.

Her scream would be heard everywhere
Scream of fear,
Was so near.                                              
The splashes of blood spread across the street
Was like the man’s only treat.
The body was now in the news .
But no one came to rescue,
When she called.
Her body was bruised,
Like a teddy bear who was chewed.
Her body looked like a cloud of blood, across her shirt.
Not a tear fell from anyone’s eyes ,
About how she died.

Dreams,
Can be the best memories,
The best creations,
Or the most dreadful thought.
They can bring happiness,
Or make an evil plot.
But every time it ends,
I forget who I met in wonderland,
I forget who the ice cream gulped,
I forget who the popular star I was.
In my dreams I think about the witch who is near my window,
Or the witches,
The woman from the ring.
But the weirdest things appear in those dreams,
The volcano erupted and Tom and Jerry characters flew.
I can’t shout in my dreams,
And it seems,
As if I am drowning.
New dreams appear,
And old ones keep erasing.
It’s a thought you are chasing,
But you won’t be able to catch it ,
Because it flew to never land.

In my diary,
Lies my deepest desire,
And deepest secrets.
Secrets that I cant say out loud.
Desire that I am afraid of achiving.
In my diary I write things,
As if all the letters are lisinting to me.
In my diary,
I have pictures of memories about my past.
I have poems which never end.
In my diary,
I have a special dream,
A special someone,
And a special hope

Whenever I try to take a step,
I giveup.
I think to myself,
Why cant I move forward?
Yes,
They did say bad things about me,
And I tried to ignore them,
But I never forgot them.
They whispered many things about me.
I never even had thought about taking the 1st  step,
But they had always thrown me to the end,
So I didn’t know the fun,
And feeling of winning.
I had decided to take my step,
But as I took it I moved back,
And I ran.
I ran like death was staring right at me.
And that’s why,
Whenever I try to take a step,
I giveup