Wake up to the sound of war
Remembering that I'm not at home anymore...
I see myself in just one year
Feeling so happy that I am still here...
Press deep, harder, yes that feels good;
Matter of fact, I'll do it myself...
What defines this mystical ideal?
Is it the sun setting...
Don't you want to know me
better...
Take apart my mind
what do you think you'll find...
To them it was just a little game
One they thought was fun...
This poem won first place in the contest it was in
Funny Faces upon windows...
In each heart
lies life and death...
The various paths of life
by which i may choose to go...
My never ending search
I search to the east...
I am sorry for not being perfect,
Sorry if I'm not who you want me to be...