Lighting up someones day,
does not need words,
it doesnt need action,
nor your thoughts,
All you have to do,
is just listen.

Is it wrong to be different?
or do i have to be the same?
Do i have to wear pretty dresses,
put make up on my face?
Do i have to sit still and smile,
wait until i marry a rich man?
why cant i be myself?
And be free like the birds?
Let me ask you once again,
Whats wrong with being me?

little ms. perfect,
has a little secret.
She's a big fat liar,
and you can't trust her words.
She cries,
yet she lies.
So whats the point in her?
Her words are like honey,
but be careful,
They sting!
she'll drain you till you drop,
so leave while you can!

I speak,
but do you listen?

Villains are Evil,
Cruel and Cold.
They have a heart,
of silent stones.

Everyone has their villains,
in their tale,
they could be them,
or help one prevail.

Villains so wicked,
terrible and fierce.

but,
Villains arent born,
they are made.

we write,
in the shadows.
And spill our souls in ink.

Our thoughts drip,
onto unwritten papers.
and we let,
Our hands flow.

Each line,
a drop of our feelings,
Each Stanza,
A pool of our emotions.

So let us write,
not for the world,
but for ourselves,
on this blank page,
let us bleed,
bleed ink.

The sun has risen,
can you hear?
the songs of the morning birds.

Life begins to wake,
the gentle breeze,
blows softly against the trees.
A lovely view awaits.

The orange sky,
the feeling of life!
a beautiful sunrise it is.

Dandelions

So pretty you are
swaying in the wind
pretty dandelion owning
your own spring
Spring is here
each flower dancing in the wind
Your color is yellow golden
you are loved by the bees
One of nature's beauty you are to me

- Kay Lyn

such sad, sad days.
drowning in sorrow's sea.

Tears overflow,
Darkness overwhelms.
isn't that what sorrow is?

Listen well my friend,
And forget your sorrows yet.
For no sadness last forever.
Face that sorrow,
And you'll find a better tomorrow.