Short Poem.
I sit in a giant room Surrounded by 99 people They are all going about Happy as can be Not really understanding
Children look up to adults And sit and wish to become one The freedom that they have And the places they get to go and… Adults look down on children and s…
They say that there is nothing to… Except fear itself... But this I do not get I’ve tried not to be fearful I try to keep my chin up
Children can be blind to the Worl… Blind to the greed of knowledge And to the want of power They play and have fun all day Not worrying about anything
“Why are you so angry? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I did Please don’t be upset What’s wrong with you?
Driving away Ruins Understanding Nothing and no one Knocking up bottles
Everyone thinks That my emotions are smooth Pen on paper Let’s it all out The truth of my gift
He smiles happily Even through the pain He cries tears of joy When he has a broken heart His life to him is a living hell
Twisting and turning All inside My heart feels Those little butterflies Wondrous feelings
Crystal-Creativity <><><><><><><><><><> I love drawing Letting myself go Painting
Why do I speak when no one listen… Why do I walk when I have no wher… Why do I listen when I cannot com… Why do I look when I cannot see? Why do I do what I do when I kno…
When I walk around I carry an axe on my back Wear black clothes And don’t give a damn About anyone or thing
Such a pretty word Filled with a beautiful sound The thought of it Makes me smile It gives me such a warm feeling
I lay awake at night Wondering where you have gone And if you meant it when you told… “I will be right back. I promise.”
I sit and wonder what my life is l… What type of story it is And if my life was alright Is my life a comedy? Tragedy? Mystery?