Look in the mirror and tell me what you see,
See that you should create another,
How could you not pass on your beauty,
Make someone a joyful mother,
If you don't pass on your traits,
Or don't marry at a steaple,
Without your beauty, that the world awaits,
What would become of our people?
You have the beauty of you mother, and she has yours,
She remembers the time when she was fair,
Before age closed her open doors,
So make quick with it, before you flair.
    But if you remember not to be without child,
    You can live your life, a little wild.

I'm imagining a forest in full bloom.
having perfection in imperfect parts
We stand in front of a huge ballroom,
Where a shooting star crosses hearts,
But out of love we fell, so lonely,
When our age caught up, and ruined ourselves,
We both thought of each other as homely,
We love the young and gorgeous selves,
The time was right when we where young,
When we thought so highly of the other,
Oh, to the hope of a remedy for age we clung,
But we lost our amour, along with our future,
    But although time took away our love,
    We had such sweet memories of.

Why do words flow so smoothly on paper and ink,
But as soon as I open my mouth they fall flat and empty?

Why is it that I can think of a million things to say,
But as soon as I see you the words are misused?

I wish these word weren't so useless outside of my mind!
I wish these word were so much more kind!

Why do they never flow in the right way,
Getting jumble up in a word filter and coming out the wrong?

Why is it that even as I write this they aren't quite right,
Always falling short on emotion and long on time.

They always seem so right, so perfect in my head!
But when they come out, well, I'd rather feel dead!

Failure is my own fault,
What else can I say?
I don't do the work,
I try to get away.
I'm a leaf on a tree,
Clinging on to a false,
Hope ridden branch
And falling on impulse.
The wind carries me for a little ways,
catching me as I fall,
But the wind will run out,
And I will lose it all.
I feel as if I've failed myself,
I mean, my grades where never great,
But a parents wrath is never good,
But I guess they'll have to wait..............
                                              ­                And wait...............
                                             ­                                                And wait..................

1.That one special day in March where it's really warm.
2.The joyful laugh of a small child.
3.Asking questions.
4.Getting asked out by someone you like.
5.Realizing who your best friend is.
6.Seeing someone trust you.
7.Writing Poetry.
8.Making something amazing and destroying it.
9.Acting in Plays.
10.Making other people laugh.

There is a teddy bear that still guards my bed,
but never gets any love,
It sit upon a lonely shelf,
Watching from above.

A multicolor box of crayons,
Sits on my bedroom floor,
It's leftover from my childhood,
That is sadly nevermore.

But the memories are still sweet,
In bitter sort of way,
And even if some are sad,
It was a happy day.