loved you once
love you still
always have
always will

its 3:01 am in this silent lonely night perplexed by the uncommon coherence of the the invisible entities that flow through this place  .
a shake of the auburn door the echo of the floor all unknown.the wisdom of the nights whisper teaches me  every night i stay awake. in a hushed tone the shadows speak haunting me ,i am afraid. not of the noises but of the calamity of the world. sitting here in this house in the dead of night thinking about what most don't even notice the loss of the innocence and disappearance of virtue. Honesty is all but a joke in this day of age the selfish world we live in , gluttony and sin breaking the hands of god ,the grip of the false idols we worship has on us the grip that scared us into a righteous life we used to live all too scared to go against these idols and now its gone.the world is blind and i wish i was deaf.

I’ve been looking for a new me
Slipping on a different pair of skin
Drinking someone else’s opinion
I can’t find myself anymore
This isn’t my voice
They’ve dressed me up into a monster I’m not

Where I’m From
I am from wires,
from electricity and TV screens.
I am from the dust covering the console.
(Piled high, thick,
It made me sneeze)
I am from the Sega Genesis
the Nintendo
Who has long been forgotten
amongst the shiny new games.

I am from controllers and memory cards,
From Mario and Sonic.
I’m from the ******* gamers,
And the once-in-a-whiles,
From You win! And Game over!
I’m from Thou saveth the princess
With Donkey and Diddy
And 10 cheats I know by heart.

I’m from GameStop and Best Buy,
brand new plastic and overheating console.
From the controller thrown across the room
To the memories,
bonding brother and sister.

In my closet is a box,
filled with old games,
scratched up discs
that will never again work
I am from these games
created before I was born,
born from the tree of electronics.

here are the main ingredients to my poetry:

Words, fraises, rhymes sometimes, inspirations, creativeness, LIFE, emotion, education, facts if neccessary, IMAGINATION, character, uniqueness, thought, impulse, opposites, TRUTH, symbols, patterns, and most of all my poetry contains a bit of ME in them.

People say I need an education
That it is good for me
They say education is the best ******* thing in the world
They are blind
They don't see what education is doing to us
But I do

I see people going to work all day everyday
Then going on vacation and working on their blackberrys in the tropics
And me, I go to school all day
And come home to more school at home
Little 'take home' work
I get excited to go on vacation
For what?
I go on vacation just to tell curious strangers about school

I see people tearing their hair out because a report is due the next day
I see people miss their best friend's birthday because they had to work
I see people cancel vacation so that they can work
I see people lose sleep because they are stressed

So you see that this amazing thing called education is killing us
But you don't, because if you did you would do something
They all think I am a juvenile because I refuse to go to collage, to get a good job
But I know that it will be me that lives a happy life