Don't call me a poet, because I'm nothing but an untitled crippled feeling
don't call me a poet, because I'm nothing but a person who smokes cigarettes to pass time
Don't call me a poet, because I'm nothing but a person who has notebooks full of past suicidal entries
Don't call me a poet, because I'm nothing but a person who wonders if faith should really be put on the shoulders of a sense I can't see
Don't call me a poet, because I'm nothing but a aqueduct of black and white emotions
Don't call me a poet, because I hate writing and remembering things that have affected me, but I don't know how else to vent so catch me spilling blood on paper as a form of expression
Don't call me a poet, because I'm nothing but a person who hasn't made a dollar of a passion he doesn't even think he's good at

I can't face the truth even if I had time for it, honestly

Oh me, faceless trains remind me how foolish I can be, I crave useless years to come for some reason, I question why things happen for a reason sometimes, but I've rose from what I'm feeling from under the umbrella; scared..
I've rose, and everything I'm about to remember these days, can go **** itself.

****
i know its typical but
i wish you still looked at me like you did
your eyes are an ocean
and im lost at sea
i forgot how to swim.

i know its typical but
i'd swallow poison
if it tasted like you.
especially
if it tasted like you.

i know its typical but
it feels like you were the only drug i need
popping painkillers never compared to
you.

i know its typical but
feeling your lips felt like
being giddy, high, drunk
you were ***** when the times got rough.

i know its typical but
i miss you

We have a P. E. teacher so kind as he can be.  He love working with children, allowing them to be free.
You will always find a pleasant smile upon his face.  He shows great respect to  people, no matter what race.
Each day he makes sure, I sit in a comfortable chair.  When anyone need him, Mr. Yates is there.
He will go far in life, with the personality to help everyone.  He encourage the students to exercise, as well as having fun.  
Mr. Yates we celebrate you, for being a man with a heart.  Let this continue, and never let it depart.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

All of my firsts,
all of my beautiful memories,
my sacred bonds
have been cracked open,
tainted,
the ties have been cut,
I am drifting,
floating off,
I have no anchor to drop.
I have given away
everything I can, and
there is nothing left of me
to offer but
salt water pouring from
my heart, trying to nourish
this thicket weaving through
my rib cage.
My collar bones are
shelves holding books and
love songs that I
can no longer listen to.
My knees are rubbed raw,
carpet burn from kneeling
before a God that only
called me a sinner,
I have nothing left to offer.
Palms facing upwards on
the ends of outstretched arms,
I have given away all
that I can,
I have siphoned the very
blood from my veins,
I am empty.