There not the most inspirational but that's why its called anti chapter
want to thank to kool to spell kool right 4 all the positive feedback and :)
just so u no i was happy when I wrote these poems weird or what so just read and check my profile please
HOPE U ENJOY 1ST IN JAMES POV 2ND IN CARLOS BUT i DID WRITE 2 ABOUT KENDELL AND LOGAN AS WELL BUT I COULDN'T FIND THEM WHEN I WANTED TO TYPE THESE YESTERDAY SO I"LL POST THEM NEXT AS LONG AS COMCAST STILL WORKS
"Let James be James"
He never wanted outer beauty,
because beauty came from the inside.
He was the most stunning of all his friends but he would given anything to be like them.
smart on both sides,
because he had no brains, only his looks were getting him places.
slowly turning the dusty mountains.
But his looks mocked him,
everyday people would marvel at his complexion telling him he had the face of a god.
the face he spent hours desperately trying to ruin locking himself in and watching life slip by everyday,
standing on the cold hard bathroom floor as panting voices distance told him hurry,
but James stood their everyday looking at his flawless perfection in the mirror,
and finding a loop-whole for every cell in his body.
THE SOCRATIC METHOD
What If,
the question Carlos though himself thinking
what if he was normal
Would he be a better role model
would his friends except him
What if the world stopped turning
What if a wall of sadness blocked his laughter
Leaving him alone on an island without a sun
what if the warmth of the sun vanished and he had to go back to Minnesota
alone without his friends
what if he dressed better
looked more masculine
what if he was like James the new pretty one
What if he never ran with the wolves again
would life detach itself from him like he done
leaving his free spirit to die in agony.
left alone in a lifeless cage
what if Carlos wasn't human
would he be the sneaky owl surprising its prey in the dead of night
what if he fell into blackness
what if he discovered the real world
the one he purposely neglected
the one full of monopoly and pain
what if Republicans ruled the world
and the government fell further into the Cold ashes
what if Carlos lost
Ended up in the land of OZ on his way to Kansas
What if the light stopped shining
Could he still see the stars
what if pollution built up
and the world gave up
carrying its children no more
what if we became to heavy
Would we hear the silence as we fell
or would agonizing screams fill the air
what if we lived
through the wars
would 2012 be that far then
70 years of war turning to blackness on the Cole that covered Carlos' backyard
the future looked brutal
what if it was
He couldn't face everyday waiting questioning the earth, the soil he walked upon
he couldn't understand why the world gave him lemons or how he made lemonade
but the melody of his friendship supported him
and his heart flamed in fire because of this
as he finally he stood still listening to the birds as they spelt his name in the air
and instead of picking up books like Logan and being a realist
he picked up sticks and stones the basis things of primitive life
and stated preparing
for the last war,
of cold hard blood.