A wise man once said "I have a dream."
I dream in black and white,
and for me, my future doesn't look too bright.
A newspaper reporter,
and even if they're failing,
my bream boat never stopped sailing.
I dream that no matter how many doors are slammed in my face,
and no matter how many long I must chase,
I will conquer this dream.
A famous man did said "Dreaming is where the impossible happen."

Another wise man once said "Hope for a better future."
I hope that one day there will be world peace,
human cooperation,
and a bond of unbreakable love between every nation that expands across every ocean.
Blacks, white, yellow, tan.
I hope one day all wars and fighting will be ended and resolved.
I hope that every family and every friend will fnd that true happiness,
which is the reason for living.
And I hope one day to help take a step towards all of that. I hope for a greener world.
But a frog once said "It ain't easy being green."

A third wise man once said "Wish for a better tomorrow."
I wish that tomorrow when I wake up that I'll be able to make someone's day.
Fix a mistake I've made.
And work towards a new beginning.
I wish for the future to be able to be a new me.
To roll over each morning and kiss my loving husband,
make breakfast for my kids,
and I wish for a happy life.

But hey...A famous rock star said "You can't always get what you want."

Our lips pressed together,
Our smiles hold the meaning,
I used to think it was sappy,
But now it makes me happy,
To hold you and touch you,
To be with you and wish for you,
I think about you nonstop,
and my emotions free.
You have stoled something,
You can keep,
hugs mean a lot,
kisses mean more,
but holding hands is best.
My heart beats fast when I see you,
cries when I leave you,
I guess you can say "I know how to make your make-up run,"
There's only one way to say this,
*I love you

Young girl
You get your fix
From every other boy that you pick
Standards once high, now sink low

The attention you crave
Does not go unnoticed
You are digging a callow grave

Once you have realized what you have done
All that seemed fun
Is now tossed in your face
Slow your pace

Reaching the high school low is common
For the promiscuous freshman
Blame the "pressure" for your weekend discretions

Adolescent life reflects poker
Come monday, you will realize
High school is one huge masquerade
Young girl, here come the jokers.

  They are terribly white:
     There is snow on the ground,
And a moon on the snow at night;
The sky is cut by the winter light;
Yet I, who have all these things in ken,                                
Am struck to the heart by the chiselled white
Of this handful of cyclamen

You do quite well at convincing them of your normality:
You smile, and hold your tongue,
towing the line between quirky
and downright bizarre.
You play their game
and let them believe what they must
to sleep at night.

But in the depths of your soul,
You feel the thrumming heartbeat
        Of the universe—
                Its howls of agony
               And its music flowing through
                                               your veins.
Your heart hammers in your chest
           to the call of the stars.

You will follow it to the end of all things.

Why am I crying?
this makes no sense
I am not sad, nor miserable
yet these tears leak from me
as if I’ve lost everything
yet I haven't

I don’t feel pain,
though I wish I did
yet still uncontrollably I weep
no sadness
no pain
yet, simply insane?

Useless like a machine
missing key parts
simply impossible
this makes no sense
I am happy, not sad
yet still I seem broken

Maybe just a leak?
Like a roof in need of repairs
this feeling almost feels right
yet I still don’t know why
Fix me I am broken...
Fix me I am sad...


I have nowhere to go,
no house I wish to stay
my father he left, and now with another
so easily had he forgotten my mother
yet still,
my mother, though I love her so,
just sometimes makes me feel like letting go

No where to go, No one to love
can you still say there's a god above?

I didn't think so...

No one can fix a broken home
sure they can physically,
but on the inside,
no.


The tears grow stronger now,
yet still no answer why
I am lucky, I am alive
others are not so lucky
though I wish I could just let go,
be forgotten,
never exist, leave this place
move far away and never be found
Just bury my heart, 6 feet down


It is useless now, and so am I
I say to you, my final goodbye
I don’t wish to go like this,
but its for the best
I’ve made them miserable
just one big burden on them all

I wish you the best
my broken family,
you can be happy now,
as I drift away, I just have to say...

I love you with all my heart...

If rightly tuneful bards decide,
  If it be fix’d in Love’s decrees,
That Beauty ought not to be tried
  But by its native power to please,
Then tell me, youths and lovers, tell—
What fair can Amoret excel?

Behold that bright unsullied smile,
  And wisdom speaking in her mien:
Yet—she so artless all the while,
  So little studious to be seen—
We naught but instant gladness know,
Nor think to whom the gift we owe.

But neither music, nor the powers
  Of youth and mirth and frolic cheer,
Add half the sunshine to the hours,
  Or make life’s prospect half so clear,
As memory brings it to the eye
From scenes where Amoret was by.

This, sure, is Beauty’s happiest part;
  This gives the most unbounded sway;
This shall enchant the subject heart
  When rose and lily fade away;
And she be still, in spite of Time,
Sweet Amoret in all her prime.

I have strayed from you for a long time,
but now I am here.
You are here again too.
Please forgive me for my unseemly crime.
I give you my word, I am here to stay.
Just let me share with you,
one thing I’ve learned on the way.

Look me in the eye, hear my voice
and I will tell you,  
she was here before either you or I.
She lives forever with time,
while eternity passes us by.
She is you,
and she is I.

I wandered for many a year,
thinking I would never find you,
just hoping one day you would appear.
You do not want to know,
all the places I’ve searched high,
or the depths I’ve searched low.

One day, while looking for you, I found her.
She took me, and led me to you,
she knew who I was looking for,
and then at last,
she led me back to myself, anew.

Always revere her,
and trust me she will be found.
You must keep your faith that you will,
or else you will doubt yourself,
and we together will become unsound.

When you find her,
she will take you over all the land,
and give you just a glimpse
of the way of life firsthand.

Looking at her you can’t help but wonder,
where it is within you she emerges from.
Do not fear her, for she means no harm,
your spirit will not be left asunder.
Take comfort in her,
and whatever may come.

The last majority attained,

And shut from its small house of dust,

Into the heritage of air

The spirit goes because it must:

And halts before the multiple plane

To look more ways than left and right,

And weeping walks its father's house

Like something homeless in the night:

For now less largely let abroad,

Though but the world they say is mine,

I shiver as I take the road.