Everything happens for a reason.

I wish I didn’t make the bad choices that I did.

But we all learn from our mistakes...

I believe.

Money is everything in this life we live

It’s about what I can get not what to give

Money can make life positive or negative

You have to spend money to make money

Money is to us as a bear is to honey

Why are a rich man’s jokes always funny

I always live

To see how much

I can achieve.

I keep the will

And learn the skills.

I always learn to strive

And I will not give up

Till I die.

I work so hard

I’ve made it this far.

Probation is very difficult for me. I feel like it’s weighing me down,So much more every day. I believe some kids learn. I think I am one of those kids.But some don’t learn. Some families can’t afford probation, It’s not their fault their kids make mistakes; They need a break.

Do you know the Muffin Man?

His lifelong dream was to play in a band

Instead his feet are buried in sand.

If he skipped work he would be canned

His boss bringing down the iron hand

Another job he would demand

Ever since I was little I’ve been close to my family, yet as I grew older I started to lose sight of how important they are. I started disrespecting my parents and never spending any time at home. I thought my friends were more important and more fun.

I’ll be the Jack Kerouac for my generation, ‘Cause’ I think it’s time for some beatnick innovation...

A life, a life. Can be amusing. Fun and free, to do what you want. Enjoy it.

I’ll dry your tears, and erase

your fears, in the coming years,

just to always hear your voice in my ear.

In real life things don’t have outlines.

I hear that knock on the door, it is the thunder calling.

Outside there are thousands of pasts,

and would have been future memories.

Purple gone

only grey

green of tree gone

only black

all things dim

as sun goes down

twilight hour

Left only is the echo of the water’s laugh

The birds’ little whispers still can be heard.

The moon isn’t full, it’s only half

Sun’s clear rays have been made fuzzy and blurred.

Melody misses Harmony-her friend

I. Blue chamber 

Take my hand, feel for flesh

beneath the glove, the mask

Catch the notes slipping through

the air (your fingers)

Dance until we die and await the

resurrection

Listen closely.

Lead between my eyes,

it moves faster than you think.

I know it’s hard to tell from your point of view,

but it’s almost impossible for me to realize it even

happened in the first place

Don’t worry.

My head hits the pillow

It sinks in

I turn to the left

Then the right

Then back to facing the

ceiling

I close my eyes

Bad things creep around in

my mind

They pop open

I stare at that chair

Rain danced gleefully across the tombstones as if mocking the dead. The now wet moss on older parts of the graveyard made the ground slick. It grew where other forms of life refused for reasons of their own, yet sparingly did the moss do so as if even it respected burial grounds.

What is the point of pep rallies? Is anyone actually, genuinely enthusiastic? I find it much easier to believe that, seeing as we’re teenagers, we’re all just faking it, in an ironic sort of way.

***

Walking down

The hall of my high school,

The stares,

Judging,

The whispers,

Telling lies of the truth,

Tears cause by,

Always and forever,

Gone,

Hurt by you,

Love turning to hate,

As a grade school student I would read comic books. I was no expert in the field nor any sort of serious collector but never the less I enjoyed reading them. I liked all sorts of heroes, Marvel or D.C., but my favorite was The Shadow. I liked almost every comic book hero.

They say he could see a full mile on the horizon.

They say that he could smell the seas from the plain.

I’ve heard he could dance to the rhythm of a heartbeat,

And visualize true beauty in the rain.

Rain floods the trenches on a cold darkened night,

And the battle drags on. How long must they fight?

Rats grow fat as they feast on the dead.

The constant shell impacts get to the head.

You keep your bayonet close, and your eye on no-man’s-land,

Never wanted to be proven wrong

Even when trapped in a corner

Heart thumping;

Knee's quivering;

Lip's trembling;

As my mind races to cover up yet another

There is so much beneath the surface

of what we are being told,

like cream rising to the top of milk,

like layers in the ocean,

like light filtering in only through the top.

The rest is inky darkness,

Here Is The Son

that shines through

the

cold

dark

clouds

that herald

a coming storm,

a storm in

the heart

the mind

the soul.

When you feel

alone

It began with the fire’s havoc, then rained the wild water. Next came the dancing wind, then the fumbling forming earth. At first everything was peaceful but the elements did not get along well.

Memories, oh memories those fine grains of sand

Escape between your fingers to the beating of the band

Murmuring in harmony upon a demure heart

Oh what a lovely pas de deux in which we find our part

Rows of fleeting smiles and a million bluebird skies

A star, bright, sky’s diamond

Yellow, blue, white, green

A shinier object

Mine eyes have not seen

I have not been told

Of a more unique thing

Not light itself, music,

A crystal, a ring

A warm soft breeze blows

The sun descends from the sky.

The scene is peaceful.

You gaze upon it,

And know the sun will return,

Soon in the morning.

The wind and rain, two things I love most. They go hand in hand, the wind and rain. First, the wind blows through and tells the world to be quiet and listen; then the rain comes and washes away horrible things.