It was a bad day.
Mysterious,
Big Joe had a bad idea.
He was going to ruin our street.
Big Joe is a bad man.

I will stop him.
I won’t let him do this.
Everybody will hate him.
I’m not just a little kid.
I am going to take charge.

My name is Peaches,
I am not very fond of Big Joe,
I think my mother deserves better than a man with dough.
He is selfish, impatient, and acts like a child,
Even though he helps people, and he has a very big smile.

Angry and spiteful
Attractive and very tall
Yah I am a teen

I want respect
I need tough love
I want freedom
I need control
I want to be wanted
I need to be independent
I want things
I need nothing
I want the high
I need sobriety
I want happiness
I need reality
I want no judgment

I wish I was home
I wish I was stoned
I wish I was high

I wish I could succeed
I wish I would try.

I wish
I had a tree house
One to sit in all day with my spouse
I would read to the leaves
Feel my hair move with the breeze
A tree supporting so much
Like a caring father that does such
The power to hold all

Let us lift that burden off our shoulders
And stand straight and tall.
We are and always will be
perfectly imperfect.

Aren’t all heroes simply the sort of people we live with everyday?

Before she even rested, it’s time to face the world again.
Some days she wonders: How many others fabricate their grins?
She takes a deep breath of air, and heads out to see what awaits.
After all, curiosity is always one of a hero’s best traits.

Drifting through the world
I let my thoughts wander
what if?
what it might feel like to know...

I kept thinking & wondering ‘til
I am walking out the door.
Head strong but emotionally weak
I let my spirit embrace those that were bad for me.

I would want someone to
Not judge me
No matter what
Someone who I can trust
Talk to about anything
Feel comfortable around
Someone who will be there for me
When I really need them
Someone who “gets” me.

Everything happens for a reason.
I wish I didn’t make the bad choices that I did.
But we all learn from our mistakes...

I believe.

Money is everything in this life we live
It’s about what I can get not what to give
Money can make life positive or negative
You have to spend money to make money
Money is to us as a bear is to honey
Why are a rich man’s jokes always funny

I always live
To see how much
I can achieve.
I keep the will
And learn the skills.
I always learn to strive
And I will not give up
Till I die.
I work so hard
I’ve made it this far.
I try to blend in
So I stand by my friends.

Do you know the Muffin Man?
His lifelong dream was to play in a band
Instead his feet are buried in sand.
If he skipped work he would be canned
His boss bringing down the iron hand
Another job he would demand
Ripping hair out strand by strand

I’ll dry your tears, and erase
your fears, in the coming years,
just to always hear your voice in my ear.

I hear that knock on the door, it is the thunder calling.
Outside there are thousands of pasts,
and would have been future memories.

Purple gone
only grey
green of tree gone
only black
all things dim
as sun goes down
twilight hour

all things grey
only bits of yellow, red are left
and they fade
and blur
as the sun goes down
and the sky goes grey

You may think that color paints the Earth, but really you're wrong.
The things we say have been the culprits all wrong
Take this book, take a look inside,
Don't you see the things we should use with pride?
They fill our hearts, our minds, our soul,

Chitter chatter
Minds arc racing
Mouths are moving
Everyone's talking
But no one's doing

There's a war
Right outside
People boarding up their windows
Not to block out the bombs
To block out the sons

Life is green,
but death chose black.
A bully is mean,
but nothing like Jack.
If I chose a path
Would it be good or bad?
If I pick a side
Would it make you sad?
You left for so long.
Now what should I do?
You left me cold,

Being lost is hard to find...
wanting to leave my past behind
closing my eyes and counting to ten
waiting for my day to begin
looking at the dream I failed
can’t go back now
that ship has sailed

Flying. high.
Sunshine blinding me
Through my thoughts’ shadowy veil
Happiness opening all the doors of my life
All decisions made,
Minute to minute,
Just flowing on the momentum
Of the world’s energy
Ecstasy.

When I offered you
A heart full of love
You responded,
like this woman in a toy store
when I tried to spend a two dollar bill
a relative had given me
years ago, when I was young...
Keep it. It may be worth something someday.

Every day, I walk along the same road,
A path of work and play, the route I know.
Every day, I carry the same, tiring load,
A burden of hopes, fears, and woe.

Scream. yellin all the time. a chill pill Is what you need to find some. I like to bury myself very deep within my mind. You say i’m mental, but i’m sentimental when it comes down to my rhymes. you just take my rhyme book and throw them away all time.

You say it makes no difference who I am
and how I choose to express it.
You’ll say this through clenched teeth.
You’ll say this and you’ll tell yourself
It’s better that I take my time -nowbetter
that I get it out of my system.

I’ve taken this road
So many times
Seen these things
Over and again
I’m getting tired
Of singing the same old lines
And getting to the fork in the path
And thinking it’s the end
I’d just like to thank you
For all that you’ve done

When you go to a new school
you just want to be cool
And you want to make friends
But when you get near you
always seem to hear
“man that kid is weird”

She draws them on
Her hands
Her beautiful hands
She draws them on
her legs
Her lovely legs
She draws them all over
her body
Her beautiful body
They watch her
They tell her
You’re too fat
Don’t wear that