Are so funnyand so caring.And yet, people misunderstand your intentions.Because you act like
such a smart-ass sometimes.---Dancing, learning, reading
These are a few of your favorite things.Diseases, stupidity, ignorance
These are a few of your most hated things.---Dogs, so loyal and kind.Eagles, so honorable and light.Rhinos, so protective and strong.These are a few of your favorite animals.That are just like you, in every possible way.---Johnathan
You are so sweet. So kind.And so much like the sea.Some people don't like the sea because they are afraid,while others love the sea for its radiance and beauty.So just believe in yourselfand remember the sea.
I dance, sing, swingI dance in the sun and I dance in the dark.I dance in the light and then I feel a spark.I dance in the moonlight and I dance in the day.And I dance till I can never say.How much you make me
wanna stay.I sing in the light and I sing in the dark.I sing all day and in the park.I sing in the shadows and I sing in the water.And I can't say how much
of a bother
I am to you.I swing on a tree and I swing on a swing.I swing till dawn and until I gain my wing.I swing all day and I swing all night.And I can't find the words
to say it's alright.I dance, sing, and swing..Yet I can't do.. the simplest of things.Like say how much you meant to me,or how much I can't see
.the world without you.Like say that you were..too much for me,or that you won't ever be
the one I need.
Alexander....I miss you.Dear Friend
No Dear Alexander,I miss you, wherever you may be.Whether it be in Heaven or somewhere else.I wish we could have talked more,I had just started to get to know you.You died a happy, lovely man.And I only wish I could have been there to hold your hand.You were broken, physically.But yet you were strong.You didn't break down like most would have.And
.You were so loving and kind,despite what you had went through.I wish I could have been there,to say one final good-bye.To see you one last time.And say how much you meant to me.I loved you.You were just like a brother to me.Like the family I never had.When you left,you took a piece of me with you.And I don't know if I will ever be the same.---------------------Alexander
and are you happy?It must be fun to fly,cuz I know you're up there, watching from the sky.You...I know you are an angel.And I only wish I could see you again.To see you smile, just once more.To hear your laugh
SnowSnow..So fluffy and cold.It brings us back to those old
days.Back when we ran around and made snow angels.And sat by the fire drinking warm coco.Snow..So white and pure.Like the hearts of new born infants.That have just entered into this world.With eyes wide open,ready to take on whatever awaits them.Snow..So caring and forgiving.It is almost as if Heaven,is gifting us with this pleasure.Almost like all our worries just
Snow..Looks just as pure as an angel's wing.Feels just as light as a feather.Tastes just like cold water.Smells just like a winter morning, just like fresh rain.
PerfectPeople may saythat you should act like you are perfect.That you should act as if you were normal and fine.But really
.Why should you?Why should you keep yourself hidden from the world,just so that people won't be ashamed?Why should you 'act' perfect,just so that people don't shun and insult you?Why should you lock your true self away,just so that people don't think ill of your family?Why should you?------------------I think you should be open.I mean, why shouldn't you be?Just because of what other people think?Just because someone tells you to be 'perfect',for their own personal gain?------I say, screw them!Be who you want to be!Whether it be gay, bi, lesbian, straight, whatever!Whether it be that you like something that others don'tor that you yourself are the 'odd' one!Be you!
HeroShe didn't want to do it. She really didn't. But she felt like she had no choice. Everyone kept making fun of her and harassing her. She felt like there was no other way. She knew if she did it she would be in peace. No one would harm her anymore. And that was all she needed
.She took those pills, got a glass of water, and that was that. She then grabbed that knife and carved her name into her arm. Her blood dropped to the floor slowly. Creating a dark red puddle of misery and pain.'They did this to me'. Is what she thought as she sliced into her own flesh. She wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for them.Slut. Whore. Hoe. Easy.... She was called those on a daily basis, plus many others, by them. They also bullied/abused her to no end; pushing her then kicking her, hitting her, ramming her into walls, scratching her, ect.And so she decided to end her misery.End her pain.It's not like anyone would miss her, right?Everyone hated her, right?No one care
Broken...Are we really ending?Has our time really run out?Do you really want to say goodbye?-----I feel so broken.So lost, alone.And only you can heal my broken heart.But you
You are breaking down.You too are
----I only need one day.One day to show you how much you mean to me.One day to win back your heart.To mend us back together.To save us
..-----Are we really ending?Have we really broken?I thought we were so close
.yet now we are nothing.Tore apart by time
------We are broken.You are broken.I am broken
Christmas PoemChristmas really is a time of miracles.Why?Because:Christmas is a time of joy.A time for kids to play with toys.And sing along to those Christmas songs;as they dance around in a joyous circle.Christmas is a time of fun.A time to spend with a loved one.A time to spend with that special someone;and sit around a fire.Christmas is a time of forgiveness.A time where everyone can be full of joy.A time where even those filled with hate can rejoice;and hope for a better year.