My english teacher says
You **** at writing

My math teacher says
You're gonna fail

My history teacher says
Go to sleep

My science teacher says
Just get out

Yet they still want me to learn
*How am I supposed to do that?

I'm scared of what you might feel
If you truly looked into my eyes
And saw the little devil
That sleeps within me
So don't look
Pretend you don't see
Instead only notice the sweet angel
I pretend to be.

Face turning blue

What are you gonna do?

Breath and heart stopping
Now Look at you

Everything you live for is now gone

And everyone who loved you will see you

For the ******* that you are.

in this world we're living in
it's so easy giving in
it's harder to stand and fight
to try to do what is right

with love we could shine
a light from your heart to mine
we are all the same inside
let's let go of foolish pride

Grief is the beginning of
Realizing that you still exist

Supine
On the floor
Of an unfinished treehouse

I stare into
The glow
Of a Wednesday
Morning.

My sketch pad
And a few
Unfinished books
Scattered around me
Some are fiction
Others not.

I stare into the
The ever lightening
Sky, searching
For inspiration.

She took that with
Her.

I lost a sense of
What beauty is
When I no
Longer woke to
Her eyes.

Poems and sketches sit
half finished
And I lie half
-- of what I was.

In a world that
Has such a complete
Understanding
Of every
Morning
Breath.

He was an old man bent with age
living in yesterday with his quill and pages
alone with his scrolls and dusty knowledge
a scholars passage
in his day one of the best minds
and yet his eyes were still keen and kind
his last duty
was to teach a princess and a beauty
being stoic he only knew one way to teach
through reason by making the mind reach
and years later the Queen remembered
she wrote this story
on her own scrolls with memory tender

~
the young princess declared
In a world were every thing shifts
and people lie and then call it politics
I want a truth, just one
teach me a truth teacher
please a kingdom for a truth

very well little one then let me speak

I already know what I seek a truth please

then let me see a truth can be hot or cold

I care not for degrees a truth please

I will then speak a single word truth

I weep why are you so miserly with you're words

because the one word truths hold the most power

I care not for holding or molding a truth please

Then I shall speak of the one word truth
the powerful root
of most that is good
that is
the one word
the word of so much more
called

love