So I am sitting here bored out of my mind,
looking at the clock thats not telling time...

My brother is weird so they say,
I'm thinking that we found him a stray...

Looking at me with curious eyes, I stare back in...
Secretly searching for my skills in which I will...

Rain is more than water on the roof, it's living...

I know life is hard with it's up and downs,
With happy smiles and tearful frowns...

The light house of my life is fading by time,
So slowly it's treasured like wine...

Am I Invisible?
Is my life even livable...

The flawless face, the features of a goddess,
Excusite color, delicate bodice...

My friend is my world, my world is in pain
Her poems show so much sadness and so much vein...

Children sleeping on a bench, beat up and worn,
Childrens faces are dirty, there clothes are torn...

It's Big and blue, stuck on like glue,
Surrounded by trees, just enough to see the...

My opinion is, my own, so don't take it
My opinion is, importnat, so you can't omit it...