Time will go on
leaving us behind...
For I wish I could be like them
the ones who always smile...
A blank sheet of paper,
endless possibilities...
---------------Love
------------good, sweet...
Nearing the end
Of our childhood years...
Blue is the color to begin my day
It helps me think about things I say...
This poem's just a little piece of everything,
painted to look sort of like the morning sky...
The stranger slaked his thirst at the well, the...
children pulling at his clothes. He pulled faces...
These natural streaks of colour
we're painting across our eyes...
Ever since she was born,
This girl has been torn...
Words are the same, Souls are the same
Evilness is masked, as the good roll in shame...
Pain sends her soaring
Higher than any eagle...