06/21/16
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard