Introduction This book is dedicated to anyone who thinks they are the only one who understands their problems. This is not an answer to their problems, but they're not alone. Winter (Haiku) Winter, once my friend But in truth it was pretend Left me cold and bored (Limerick) There once was a guy from right here Who thought everything was quite queer His attention span small He got taped to a wall Laughter the only sound to reach his ear School (cinquain) School Uninviting Teaching, fighting, talking Fearful, bored, lacking, no recess Black Hawk School (acrostic) Sit and listen Can't get respect Hate everyone, with Only a few exceptions Overbearing, yet part of Life, no recess Walls (personification) If my walls could speak What would they say? They'd say "Turn down the music," And "don't hit me today" They ask why I do these things and I'd say quite quick "To get away from life, It makes me sick" They close their mouth So no one can see The walls contract And I rest comfortably (alliteration) Why was I walking to where I was? A million times before was just because Watching my world was I from here And it made me want to disappear Why Walk Away? (couplet) A kid is insulted and walks away A kid is insulted the next day Ode to the Night (ode) The nights comfort a hateful soul I can't see you, you can't see me The world is black Light can't attack The night lets me be The light is gone The sky with dots of light Enough to see I need not flee I am in no one's sight I take a walk and I come Across from the light of day I don't venture near It's a pain worse than fear But the night keeps me away Friendship, the Beginning (quatrain) When does an acquaintance become a friend? When does a friendship actually end? As in a glass, one drop overflows And a single drop makes true friendship show Friendship, the End (quatrain) A friendship ends, just like it began Drop by drop, the glass is empty again You one day just wonder why You will never return to days gone by A View from the Hill (connotation) Upon the hill I see the land Although small in size, it is grand The lakes, the trees, the tiny skyline Leave the world behind, I feel fine A Barren Valley (quatrain) I descend my hill and what do I see? But myself staring back at me Like my life, left nothing more Than my soul, left stiff and sore