Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!
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