why does every poem
have to be sad i look for ones
that are uplifting and make me glad
poets write deep depressing thoughts
never any skys of blue or
of words of dreams coming true
poems of good people like me and you......
the conifdence of death and destruction is all i hear
even though the words are crystal clear so here
is to all the emo kids.....
grow a ****
not short but tall
stop letting your ***** *** tears fall
wear your pants loose not tight
maybe you will not get beat up at night
listen to music that makes sence
with words that make a strong fist
instead of blacking a your eyes and slitting your wrist
we have one life short not long
so come along
the ride is happy not bad
so get glad

money worries
always having them
makes your day astray
always on your mind at the wrong time
everyone who is rich
your creating jelousness
wishing that would be you
you try
and you try
but never suceed
so you have money worries that control your life
inspite of what u are
your true self
your life
your happiness
everywere you go
your body moves slow
when
when will this happen
when
when
will it be
when
when
will you see
that its only paper
or object that is there
but it is everywhere
i am here
not scared
not confused
not struggling without a dollar in my pocket....

From the waves of Poseidon,
To the strikes of Zeus,
Upholds the Philoshophers dream
That dream is a myth
But true in many ways,
To think immortal is given  
To live like Athena
Is to have wisdom

a woman with a face so pretty,
with the way she moves makes me feel witty,
hair is brown legs are long,
mind is guard,
with body strong,
always smiling,
in the right timing,
every action she has is a sentic melody,
her sound speaks her soul,
which is true in harmony..

abled body worker,
with nothing to show for,
dreams are there but never acted upon,
thoughts break,
with no initiative to act,
scared and confused,
life stays blunt without direction..

day turns into night,
the lights go out as a candle is lit,
temptaition is breaking on me,
dripping sweat,
caressing her every curve,
heart pounding,
hands shaking,
lips moving,
her hair with the sweet scent of,
mind wandering,
room spinning with the thought of,
our bodys move in sync with a symphany orctestra,
high then low,
intertwind like a treble cleff,
left then right,  
grabbing,
pulling,
biting,
the music plays louder and louder,
what is this to become of,
and what is the word im thinking of.........