Like the wind, or even gravity
Like the clouds, and the sky
Like the wind in my hair
Like the water that runs through amazons and jungles
Like my hair as it falls out of a bun, a soft, smooth motion.
Like everything
Like the world
Like a mystery never to be solved
Friendless (Dedicated to all of the best friends I've beenvery lucky to have)
I sat there. All by myself in a corner. The teacher was talking, but her words made no sense. No one to sit next to me and laugh with me. No one to share memories with. I could no longer bear anymore of this. The tears slipped out silently and covered my desk. I was friendless.
BelieveThe key to your dreams is to believe. Think positively and positive things shall come to you. Think negatively and negative things shall come to you. The key to your dreams is to believe.
Tears (Dedicated to my Aunt Dorine)Tears.
Tears of happiness,
Tears of sadness.
Tears of joyfulness,
Tears of anxiousness.
For me,
It's always tears of sadness.
Tears.
The Meaning of LifeThe meaning of life.
Not the Monty Python movie,
But something,
Where everyone has a different opinion.
In my opinion,
Life is something to live.
Something to make the most of.
Something to enjoy.
But that's only my opinion.
Others may say that life is a horrible thing.
That life is something that you would not want.
Something that isn't enjoyable.
But that's only their opinion.
The meaning of life.
Something,
Where everyone has a different opinion.
My WorldMy World, I called it. Full of happiness, wonderful dreams. Poems and stories of all shapes and sizes. In my World, everything is pleasant and quiet. Writing. Writing is my passion. It is all I can do. All I can do to get everything out. To express myself. My World. Where everything is pleasant and quiet. Where everywhere is a perfect place to write. Poems and stories of all shapes and sizes. My World.
SunsetYou held my hand. It was like holding the finest piece of silk. We sat on thee warm, smooth white sand. There was a soft breeze that ran through my hair, lifting it off my sweaty neck. The leaves on the trees waltzed romantically. The sky was a never-ending tapestry of reds, pinks, yellows, and oranges. The trees sand softly. Their song weaved wistfully through the evening air. Over and under, over and under. Your eyes were fresh tropical ocean waters. You leaned towards me. I closed my eyes and I was left in a heavenly pitch-black darkness.
AutumnShe has come,
To weave her reds, yellows, oranges and pinks into the big green trees,
She makes those reds, yellows, oranges, and pinks fall colorfully to the ground in the beautiful bright sunset of November.
I lay there, in the time of giving and thanks, to watch her weave her colors into her great maze of greens.
