speak up

we had no choice,
we had to raise out voice,
we couldn't  lose are life,
because of strife.

the cycle of life

as i stare into the flame my eyes  reflect the light,
the crimson red sky making it seems like my eyes are the sky,
with the magnificent yellow top of it,
as mother natures creations are burned,
beads will live on growing even more beautiful plants,
scattered across this now forest of fire.

winter 2: wind

winter the season in which the wind rubs your face in greeting,
leaving you in chills,
but that is the only way it can greet you,
for winter in really just wind,
but as you skate in the winds of winter,
you are never alone,
for the winter winds will roam.

the flames of beauty

the tire lit into fire,
so big i had to admire,
the crackle of the flames sounded like a choir,
it was good until it had to retire,
in which i then in my attire,
am inspired.

doves

if love is a dove, i would have flocks of it,
no one could dock it for themselves,
so i would lock it away,
and there it would stay

bullies

words are mean,
words are cruel,
and some leads to duels,
now only fools,
would accept that duel,
of words that hurt,
why don't they just be curt
because it's short
say no to that challenge.

light

1,2 you know who
3,4 at the door
5,6 candle sticks
7,8 stayed up late
9,10 do it again

lsd

hypnogogic feelings before sleep,
cullion is the vile fellows name,
they wheeple from shrill joy,
xenium is the gift they can get,
longanimity is part of the effect

vacation

vacation,
fun with family,
no school is cool,
games and food + you

music

music,                             
sets you free,                 
without it i am not me,
with it i go on  happily.

life 2

hardwork,                       
leads to aspirations coming true,           
through opportunities,          
failure is guaranteed success is the outcome.

life

education,
the path to success,
through faith and knowledge you achieve peace.

winter

the cold white snow glistens,
frozen in the icy atmosphere,
the trees filled with snowy owls,
the eerie silence unexplainable,
the soft beat of berries falling to the ground with the ounce green leafs,
the sky a perfect hue of red in the dawn,
i whisper softly in the barn in which i was raised,
i love winter

death

1,2 you know who
3,4 broke the door
5,6 grab big bricks
7,8 full of hate
9,10 thee end