Time is a fickle friend,
And such a tricky foe.
It gives you joyous memories,
Often it gifts you woe.

Time is a gift,
Yet you can never have a ton,
For nothing lasts forever,
Soon yours will be done.

Time is a fickle friend,
So tricky it tricks everyone,
It even cheats death,
See it never ceases to run.

Tick tick tock tock,
It's all it seems to say,
Tick tock tick tock,
It's the one thing you can never betray

This is a message to all others like me,
The ones who waited,
who are waiting,
To be free.

It’s for all the believers,
The ones who never gave up,
who won’t give up,
Until they are all achievers.

A message to the lover,
The people who  find hearts,
And the hearts who find people,
To make love stories we discover.

This message is to you my friend,
For making me feel like something
And helping me be me,
So all my wounds would mend.

You think I'm a weird kid,
The kid who always says hi,
The person who'll treat u like a friend,
Even when u say goodbye.

You think I'm the athletic one,
With energy bursting through my veins,
The kid who actually likes gym,
Who'll feel no pains.

You think I'm the smart kid,
Who loves school so much,
The person who can't wait to study again,
Just because I get good grades and such.

You think I'm the artsy one,
Who draws all day long,
Who can write long stories,
And turn anything into a song.

Well, you think you know,
But I know you don't you see.
Because I'm not any of these,
All of them are me.

You judge by my clothes,
You judge by my style,
You judge by my achievements,
And by my smile.

So I trick you each and everyday.
Wearing these masks in every way,
So the true me you will never betray,
And yet you say you know me-cliché

Roses are red,
So is fruit punch,
I don't know what else to say,
So ask Captain Crunch.

Roses are red,
Here's something true,
Violets are violet,
They're not freakin blue!

Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Some poems rhyme,
But this one doesn't!

Everybody has to make choices.  
One choice can seal your fate.
One choice can make or break.
And that choice is never as easy as cake.

I can't sleep,
I'm waiting to find what I seek,
Till then my heart is growing weak,
Till then my brain is growing bleak.

I can't eat,
I'm still waiting to find what I desire,
Till then my heart is a forest fire,
Till then my brain is a flat tire.

I can't think,
I'm still waiting to find what I need,
Till then my heart will bleed,
Till then my brain will plead.

Where are you?
I need to find you!

I can't live another day,
I've already waited.
I can't live another minute,
I've already awaited.
I can't live another second,
My heart and brain have been deflated.

I'm slowly falling,
Falling,
Yet I'm still calling,
Calling,
Why won't you stop stalling?

I've fallen too far to come back,
You've gone too far to run back.
I need you here with me now,
But you've already gone now.
When you called for me,
I told you to forget me.
But look! Now I'm falling for you,
I hope it's not too late, because I think I love you.

Once I met a man named Frank,
Then he renamed himself Poe,
He always enjoyed a good prank,
But that's what made me his foe.

For months I stood awaiting,
Months alone in my room,
Waiting, debating, and hating,
Till the fitting revenge began to bloom.

Then, once upon a midnight dreary,
I began to carry out my plan,
Fully knowing how Poe was weary,
But also knowing tis was the best day to get back on that treacherous man.

So I paint my parrot black,
And made sure it looked like a Raven,
Good thing my pet had a knack,
To turn my foes into a craven.

Telling my parrot (now a raven) "Nevermore",
I issue a simple command,
And leave it by Poe's door,
Thinking, "Oh, Poe's reaction shall be very grand!"

As the wind rushes by the trees,
The birds go chirping, buzz go the bees,
And the salty air lingers by the seas.

Though I yearn to touch the sun,
And wish to have some fun,
I am trapped and cannot run.

Run from darkness I desire,
But I'm already consumed by this deadly fire,
And am trapped in my room like a flat tire.

The doors are wide open an no chains hold me in place,
But I'm just tired of running this way-too-long race,
And I no longer want to face,
This "wonderful" world of greed and no grace.

Trapped I am and trapped I'll stay,
For the world refuses to change its ways,
And I can't handle anymore false rays,
Plus I can't do anything to help anyways.