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.

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.

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

Ever since I was little I’ve been close to my family, yet as I grew older I started to lose sight of how important they are. I started disrespecting my parents and never spending any time at home. I thought my friends were more important and more fun.

I’ll be the Jack Kerouac for my generation, ‘Cause’ I think it’s time for some beatnick innovation...

A life, a life. Can be amusing. Fun and free, to do what you want. Enjoy it.

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

In real life things don’t have outlines.

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

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.

I. Blue chamber 
Take my hand, feel for flesh
beneath the glove, the mask
Catch the notes slipping through
the air (your fingers)
Dance until we die and await the
resurrection
Listen closely.
We will come alive again

Lead between my eyes,
it moves faster than you think.

I know it’s hard to tell from your point of view,
but it’s almost impossible for me to realize it even
happened in the first place

Don’t worry.

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

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.

What is the point of pep rallies? Is anyone actually, genuinely enthusiastic? I find it much easier to believe that, seeing as we’re teenagers, we’re all just faking it, in an ironic sort of way.

***

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,

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.

They say he could see a full mile on the horizon.
They say that he could smell the seas from the plain.
I’ve heard he could dance to the rhythm of a heartbeat,
And visualize true beauty in the rain.

Rain floods the trenches on a cold darkened night,
And the battle drags on. How long must they fight?
Rats grow fat as they feast on the dead.
The constant shell impacts get to the head.
You keep your bayonet close, and your eye on no-man’s-land,

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.

Here Is The Son
that shines through
the
cold
dark
clouds
that herald
a coming storm,
a storm in
the heart
the mind
the soul.
When you feel
alone
forgotten,
the Son rises
to show you
the

It began with the fire’s havoc, then rained the wild water. Next came the dancing wind, then the fumbling forming earth. At first everything was peaceful but the elements did not get along well.

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

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

A warm soft breeze blows
The sun descends from the sky.
The scene is peaceful.

You gaze upon it,
And know the sun will return,
Soon in the morning.

That thought makes you glad,
As you walk back to your home
From the grassy hill.

The wind and rain, two things I love most. They go hand in hand, the wind and rain. First, the wind blows through and tells the world to be quiet and listen; then the rain comes and washes away horrible things.