I**             feel as if I could Fly!
Am        I the only one?
Not        to brag, but I feel so glad!
Strong   is my middle name.

I smell dew in the air
yet the sun is setting
I see green of new grass
though first snow has fallen
I feel the sharp chill in the air
but the sun still shines
it is a strange wold
we live in
today.

Slobbering slim rolls off its mouth
Creepy crawlies start marching south
Evil eyes and jiggly jowls,
Sinister laughs and winning howls
A flash of teeth,
From underneath
A Throaty growl
You sit, try not to yowl
The bed will hide its enormous bulk
Evil will never sulk
A shattering cry pierces the night
Now it’s time to run in fright

How does technology make the world a better place?
I’ll tell you, if you can keep up pace.
At first we were awed by a simple light,
Then a space shuttle taking off into the night.
We work and work, night and day,
Looking, looking for another way.
We look at places from across the world,
With a peek into a book, filled with words.
Some people think “ What shall I make today?”
While others say “ Should I stand here or lay?

People, people all around
Not a single one makes a sound.
People, people gather here
So you may be not far, but near.
People, people listen up
We’ve got everything and a cup.
People, people do not fear
For now, even they are here.

Evil seeps through his bones,
The fire in his eyes always roams,
Wanting what evil can never have

Is the angel with a broken wing.

Evil is the gist of it
Even without his cunning wit
Pleading for the terrible thing

Is an angel with a broken wing.

Burning heat soaks his breath
Now or never for what is left
Where two worlds almost collide

Is the angel with a broken wing.

Who am I to call you a misfit,
when I am one?

who am I to judge you,
When I am also to be judged?

Who am I?
Who am I?
WHO AM I?

Who am I to tell you who to be,
or how to be?

Who am I to tell you who you are
when the same question roams my mind?

Who am I?
Who am I?
WHO AM I?

I am me.

I lit a candle
Watching the flame
Calling my name

I turned on the sink
Watched the flow
Tugging me to and fro

I stepped on the ground
and dragged my foot
through the soot

I felt the wind on my face
It tugging at my hair
Through the peaceful air

The sound of silence can drive me insane?
Make my brain
forget my name?
The sound of nothing can make me mad
wish I had?
forgetting the sad
The sound of dark can make me despise
all the cries
the wounderings why?

If forever was the word you used,
Why is I feel so abused?
Forever seemed like eternity,
But us minus you is just me, me, me.
Well, whatever now, I guess I lose.
Our relationship was at the end of it's fuse.

Hello Beautiful,
What do you see?
Do you see all the beauty in me?
Can you tell,
My life is great?
That there is nobody I can hate?
Goodbye Beautiful,
I saw what you see.
I saw that you can see the beauty in me.

I start out as a small seed, pushed deeply underground,
then I am a sprout, small and happy.

I grow leaves and am bright and happy,
I have a head, small and green.

Then....
I burst through the green and reach for the sun!

The sun is beautiful, and I am a sun too,
But I am waiting for the moon. It is beautiful also.

I become the sun of the night,
And the second sun of the day.

I keep growing, and it becomes hard to look at the sun,
my head heavy with pedals, and seeds of my own.

Staring at the ground that I came from, and I drop my seeds.
And I start again, as a small seed, pushed deeply underground.