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 Why can’t people see who we are Instead of the house, the
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. I was born, Here to be Everything I believe.
Probation is very difficult for me. I feel like it’s weighing me down,So much more every day. I believe some kids learn. I think I am one of those kids.But some don’t learn. Some families can’t afford probation, It’s not their fault their kids make mistakes; They need a break.
Left only is the echo of the water’s laugh The birds’ little whispers still can be heard. The moon isn’t full, it’s only half Sun’s clear rays have been made fuzzy and blurred. Melody misses Harmony-her friend Nightime longs to hear the old barn owl’s hoo. The sowing thread has split and needs a
My head hits the pillow It sinks in I turn to the left Then the right Then back to facing the ceiling I close my eyes Bad things creep around in my mind They pop open I stare at that chair I glance at my desk It’s no use I get up I look in the mirror I see myself What have I become Who have I bec
Rain danced gleefully across the tombstones as if mocking the dead. The now wet moss on older parts of the graveyard made the ground slick. It grew where other forms of life refused for reasons of their own, yet sparingly did the moss do so as if even it respected burial grounds.
Walking down The hall of my high school, The stares, Judging, The whispers, Telling lies of the truth, Tears cause by, Always and forever, Gone, Hurt by you, Love turning to hate, The drama, Coming alive, Not just in the movie, Perfection, At its best, Finally turning ugly, Friends turning agains
As a grade school student I would read comic books. I was no expert in the field nor any sort of serious collector but never the less I enjoyed reading them. I liked all sorts of heroes, Marvel or D.C., but my favorite was The Shadow. I liked almost every comic book hero.
Never wanted to be proven wrong Even when trapped in a corner Heart thumping; Knee's quivering; Lip's trembling; As my mind races to cover up yet another
What started out as one little innocent white lie Has splintered out into uncountable amounts
There is so much beneath the surface of what we are being told, like cream rising to the top of milk, like layers in the ocean, like light filtering in only through the top. The rest is inky darkness, so much life and truth swirling beneath the surface.
Memories, oh memories those fine grains of sand Escape between your fingers to the beating of the band Murmuring in harmony upon a demure heart Oh what a lovely pas de deux in which we find our part Rows of fleeting smiles and a million bluebird skies Intent on brightly shining as they pass befor
A star, bright, sky’s diamond Yellow, blue, white, green A shinier object Mine eyes have not seen
I have not been told Of a more unique thing Not light itself, music, A crystal, a ring
To learn to fly Reflected in sea In rippling green Staring back is only thee