Today its cold,
Tomorrow its warm,
The day after that,
Who knows what it will be.

As long as the sun rises in the east,
And sets in the west,
The day will be warm,
As long as you are in the arms,
Of the one you love.

They sicken everyone,
Who comes in contact with them.

They spread like wildfire,
That can’t be doused.

And the only thing that stops them,
Is the body,
In which hosts them.

But the world has a problem,
With a virus,
That can’t be stopped.

It affects everyone,
No matter how smart.

It kills more people,
Then guns and wars.

But it is never the answer,
To why things happen,
Because stupidity is the virus,
Which nobody cares to acknowledge.

Consider a drip,
Falling from a faucet.
An effortless glide to the sink,
Plunging into the drain.
Twisting,
Turning,
Tumbling.
A skydiver’s free fall,
With out his chute.
A direct flight,
And then – the curve,
Hard,
Full,
Yucky,
Ding – ****, “ It’s the plumber he’s come to fix the sink.”

I stand next to you,
Watching and learning.

I move things,
When you need them moved.

I tell you an idea,
When you are looking for one.

I help you with things,
When you need it,
But even this goes unnoticed.

I hold the door,
To let you in.

I give you my coat,
When you are cold.

I help you with problems,
You can’t figure out,
But this even goes unnoticed.

I know I ask for a lot,
But all I want,
Is to know,
I’m not invisible.

It is torn apart,
And put back together.

Pieces get lost,
And replaced.

It always changes,
Never the same from day to day.

As time goes on,
Pieces get stuck,
And broken,
And maybe even burnt,
As the events in your life,
Take you apart,
And put you back together,
Like a jig saw puzzle.

One by one they stand like statues,
As they get tagged,
In the feild were they play.

As the game goes on,
More and more stand like statues,
Waiting to be unfrozen,
By a person who will never come.

Due to the war between two,
That has everyone paralyzed with fear,
In this cold climate,
That they call normal.

People are smart.
People are wise.
People are the kings of the animals,
But people are also,
Dumber than posts.

I know you might disagree,
With the logic I've just decreed,
But if you do disagree,
Then explain these questions to me.

Why is there still discrimination,
Between the races?

Why do People shoot each other,
Over a ring,
When there are more,
In the store?

Why can’t the smartest person in the world,
Figure out a simple puzzle?

Why do People cry for People who died,
When they don’t even know the person?

Even a broader question.
Why do People cry over death,
When they know it is coming?

If you could answer all the questions,
Good for you!!
You are truly,
The wisest of all People.

Now that you are,
The wisest of all People,
I have one more question.

How many more years,
Do all the People in the world,
Have to live?

It is day in the night,
When the lights are kicked on,
On a hope filled night.

Ropes are pulled,
And pieces are moved,
Before the actors begin to prove,
That they are someone else to you.

The play flows effortlessly,
From scene to scene,
While the crew jostles,
To make it look good to you.

As the play starts to wind down,
The day starts to die,
As the lights slowly start to dim,
As the curtain closes,
On this glorious day.

As the distance lengthens,
And time grows longer,
Relationships strain and sway,
Like a tree in the wind.

As it bends and creeks,
The roots start to strain.

One by one,
They start to break.

'Til it collapses,
Into a pile of twigs,
That will never again,
Resemble a tree.

Some say it's Sensational,
Emotion driven,
And even that it's Xenomorphic.

Causing people to want more,
And allows them to deepen the well they use for love.

'Til it is taken.

Causing people to fear it,
And avoid the touch of another.

Since to them it's Savage,
Exspelling,
And Xericed the well they use for love.

One by one they fall,
Like the dominos in the hall.

It covers everything,
Like a blanket on a bed.

It’s as cold as a freezer,
But as warm as a blanket.

They never look alike,
But they always freeze the same.

It makes the world sparkle,
Like a disco ball.

It makes the ugliest thing known to mankind,
Look like the Mona Lisa.

So if it is so beautiful,
Why do people love to hate this thing called SNOW?

Life comes from life,
As shown in the spring,
When flowers come up to stretch their wings,
And show off their feathers to the gods,
That governs the land in which they grow.

But life also ‘comes with death,
As floods come and wash away,
The new life that just sprung up,
From the depths of the hollows.

But life is resilient,
And it begins again,
Just like a small flame,
Barely lit,
On the edge of an oil pit.

As they dance around the room
to a tune they love to swoon.
An elephant moves into the room
too separate them from the earth to the moon.

Rain, rain, go away,
To let me rise  from this day,
Where my feet are heavy,
And my shoes are wet,
As I walk from this place to that.

Rain, rain, go away,
So I don't have to drown,
As I try to cross the river,
To where she sits.

Rain, rain, go away,
As I pull my way through,
The mire at her feet.

Rain, rain, go away,
And don't rain on my parade.

Rain, rain, stay all day.

Rain, rain, stay all day,
As I watch her walk away.

Rain, rain, stay all day,
As I close my eyes,
While I lay here ready to cry.

Rain, rain, stay all day,
As I lay here waiting in this mire,
For my time to die,
In hopes to solve the problems I made.

Little by little,
It moves down the line,
One person at a time.

Each person adds a little,
‘Til it has grown,
Into a lie,

A lie nobody can handle,
And nobody will try.

As you try to end the lie,
You tell the truth,
Which doesn’t thrive.

So you tell another lie,
And another lie,
‘Til you finally die,
Which puts the lie,
In the box,
In which you lie.

As I sit here,
I see you to my left.

As I sit here,
I wish we were sitting together.

As I sit here,
A thought runs through my mind.

Is all this real,
Or are you just a figment,
Of my over active imagination.

I will never know,
Because every time I try to touch you,
You end up running from me.

As you grow stronger,
And wiser,
Producing more trees to carry you along,
As you weaken 'til your dead.

When life throws you,
Under the bus,
Flattening you,
Thinner than a pancake.

Do you get up,
And puff yourself up,
And get noticed?

Do you lie there and die,
Or do you move on flattened,
And going unnoticed,
Because no one sees you,
Or notices you,
Standing there against the wall?

Causing everyone that you knew
To start forgetting you,
And all you did.

Making you feel,
Like that wall,
By which you stand.

One by one they link up,
Liking one thing after another,
'Til they match up.

Two by two they twist,
Closer and closer together,
'Til they touch and unite.

To form a rope.

A rope that can't be broken,
No matter how hard one pulls,
Due to the strength,
Of the gravity that hold them together.

Laying on the floor,
Alone and cold,
Holding the door,
For everyone who enters.

It sits there gathering dust,
Getting kicked and replaced,
Set up and layed down.

There are rips on the cover,
And on the pages,
There are foot prints and dirt.

Then finally it’s picked up,
And placed on the self,
Where it won’t get hurt anymore.

Today is the day
My heart died,
My head sunk.

The day when,
Life became hard,
And friendships became complicated.

Do to the love,
That we shared,
From year to year.

As lovers become friends,
And friends start to separate,
As our lives start to trace,
Their own separate paths.

Day in and day out,
I sit on my porch,
And watch the sun rise and fall in the sky,
As I wait for my last days.

I listen to the rain as it hits the ground,
Which sounds like a fat juicy steak,
When it sizzles on the grill.

I smell the beautiful flowers in the garden,
As I close my eyes.

I feel my soul leave me,
As it floats effortlessly,
Above my lifeless body.

It watches my house shrink,
As it flies,
To those golden gates in the sky,
To meet its everlasting fate.

Today I had another fight with you,
I’ll be *******,
‘Til the day is new,
When the sun shines through,
The window that you’re looking through.

I say hi to you,
And bye to you,
And all I get is a nod from you.

I ask you for help,
And help you when you ask,
But all I get is the glare,
That cuts right through me,
While I sit there in that class.

I try to apologize for my acts,
But I get pushed back,
So what will it take,
To remove this stake,
That is driven between us.

From a thousand feet up,
Things seem to change,
From green,
Brown,
And beige,
To white,
Black,
And grey.

A landscape that always seems to change,
Not from day to day,
But from sway to sway,
As the aircraft works it way,
To an imaginary spot,
Where it starts to decay.

Through the white,
Black,
And grey,
To approach the ground,
Of green,
Brown,
And beige.

As I sit on the hill,
I move my hands,
From here to there.

I make people ogle,
When they look at me.

But when they come near,
I stand still and stare,
At the face that comes near me.

But when they move,
I move again,
In hopes to draw them near,
And ogle at the beauty that I set in front of you,
In hopes that you will carry me away.

Day by Day,
I sit waiting,
For the perfect one to come.

I see her everyday,
But I still can’t touch her.

She lives next to me,
She flirts with me,
I think?

But she is still out of reach.
So I wait.

I see her walking down the halls,
She’s in my classes,
And she sits where I can see her.

She sits next to me in band,
She flirts with me,
I  guess?

But she talks to all the guys that way.
So I wait.

Now I have a problem!
I like them both,
And I don’t know which one to choose.

What do I do?!
Do I ask them if they like me?
Do I ask one on a date?

I am not sure!
I am confused!!!!

So I sit waiting,
Day by Day.

I am stored on a shelf,
Next to medicines and ointments,
For man and beast.

I came in a small yellow box,
Marked with a 22.

I am shot out of a rifle,
Near the speed of sound.

I am good at killing ducks and people.

I can get the shooter in trouble,
And get them killed,
In front of a firing squad.

I am a known around the world as,
A killer.

I **** hundreds a day.

I start wars,
And end them.

I am the worst thing known to human kind,
Because nobody sees me,
But they always hear me,
Because I always go out with a,
BANG!

Wall one is weak,
So when someone breaks it,
Not much harm is done.

Wall two is solid,
So when someone breaks it,
You feel the blow.

Wall three is strong,
So when someone breaks it,
You feel pain.

Wall four is stronger yet,
So when someone breaks it,
You feel anger.

Wall fives is the strongest,
So when someone breaks it,
You feel the depression of having to rebuild.

After the fifth wall,
Come the most fragile thing to all man kind,
Yours emotions.

Where some people seem to get to,
Through the back door,
That we all know is there,
But dont want to admit.

Allowing the person to control,
The emotions you feel,
Leaving you wondering,
Blindly through the dark depths of your mind.

Problems are here,
Problems are there.

Some you can fix,
Some you have to bare.

Others are both,
And just make you scared.

But problems only happen,
When you dare,
To try to fix something,
Already there.

The sun rises in the East,
And sets in the West,
And while it is in the sky,
Life goes on.

A man walks to the store.

A woman drives to work,
And back again.

The sun rises in the East,
And sets in the West,
And the sun goes out like a light,
To make it night.

One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
I sit waiting for her at the door.

Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I wait for a text ‘til it’s late

One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
I see her walking through the door.

Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I asked her on a date.

One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
She walks back out through the door.

Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I have died here on the floor,
Before I could walk her out,
Through the door.

As you stand there,
With water rolling over your body,
You start to think.

About the trees,
About the day ahead,
And about the life you want to lead.

As you turn up the dial,
The steam fills your vision,
Making the space smaller and smaller.

Your claustrophobia starts to set in,
And you start to panic,
Heart races and your mind runs.

Scaring you to death that no one is there,
To save you from the fear within,
So you stand there and cower to the power,
Of your mind.

Day by day,
Moment by moment,
Life moves forward.

Minute by minute,
Your heart starts to slow.

Suddenly it stops.

Now you lay asleep,
As your life starts to slow.

Then it finally stops,
As you are lowered,
To your resting place,
Six feet under.

Slowly they walk,
Across the floor,
When suddenly they stop,
When there’s a knock at the door.

They stare at their feet,
Which are bare,
In hopes that their shoes will soon be repaired.

The door slams,
And they start to swear,
At the people that put them there,
As they walk from here to there.

When they die,
Their rut is bare,
Which is easily filled by people with tears.

Tears in their hearts,
That gave care to a person,
That they meet somewhere.

As it starts to pulse,
You start to move.

As you get closer,
To the source,
Your heart starts to pound.

As it starts to wind down,
You start to relax and think,
Of what you just did,
As the final pulse hits you.

Then on to the next,
Where it starts all over again.

Sharp on one side,
Dull on the other.

Works when relaxed,
Shuts down when stressed.

Can figure out problems one minute,
And goes blank the next.

Wanders from place to place,
And stays in one place.

That place is above my head,
And in this case,
Has many folds,
And is gray.

It is my brain,
And I hate it today,
For the many things,
It failed me on through out the day.

There is one way into:
The boredom,
The school,
The fun,
And the only way out,
Is through the life you lead,
As you wonder across the earth,
On which you were perched.

ONE
Is the loneliest number,
At least thats what they say.

TWO
Can be as bad as ONE,
Which is true when you get judged,
By the ONE you thought you wanted.

ONE
Is the loneliest number you'll ever do,
But ONE doesn't look that bad,
When your TWO is blinded,
By a light that didn't come from you.

TWO
Can be as bad as ONE,
Why do we strive to be part of TWO,
When ONE can be struggled through,
With people you know,
Wont hurt you?

The door closes,
And the window shuts,
Than all of a sudden,
The party starts.

The party moves,
From room to room,
‘Til it finally stops at my door.

Where I come out and yell,
“No more!”

You all turn around and scorn,
Me standing at my door.

As I lay down to sleep,
I hear the pounding of your music,
On my door.

So I get up,
And go out my door,
To join the party,
That I tried to scorn.

An idea comes from the mind,
So fast,
The body doesn’t mind.

But if that idea,
Gets lost or stolen,
Your body starts destroyin’,
The thing you need to keep goin’.

And as your body starts,
To beat it up,
And you start to gain,
A broken heart.

Today is a day,
In which you were born.

Today is a day,
You like to scorn.

Today is a day,
You gain one more.

Today is the day,
You came into existence.

The day you joined,
This beautiful world,
In which you’ve grown old.

So today is the day,
In which you celebrate,
The year you have spent,
In this magnificent life.