Poems

You enter a room with what looks like a lot of scribbles on the wall. You examine it closer. The scribbels form letters. The letters form words and the words form poems. You don't really like poetry that much but you decide to read it anyway.

Unconditional Friends

This is for all of my friends, you know who you are.

I don’t have lots of friends.
Who cares?  Not met me, I don’t.
My friends are real, though.
Leave me sad and alone, I know they won’t.
Some people who think they have friends.
Really don’t have a clue.
Their friends are fair-weather friends.
They’ll leave you very soon.
But my friends understand
What it means to be a friend.
They won’t ever leave me alone
Not here, not how, not when.

Lost Love

This is for two of my good friends.

You told me that you loved me.
I was positive it was true.
Until that fatal day
When you said, “I’m breaking up with you.”

How could you do this to me?
My heart will surly break.
How much more of this awful day
Could I possibly be able to take?

I cried until my eyes dried up.
And all because of you.
You were my first and only love
And you left me sad and blue.

Then I started to smile.
Oh, that happy day.
I’m going to get over you,
Was what I'd always say.

Now you’re gone from me forever.
Oh well, who cares, what’s new?
I know longer dwell in the past.
I sure got over you.

A Little Smile

Why don’t you like to smile? 
Why do you always frown?
Is there something good
About keeping your mouth upside down?

Is there something bothering you?
Why didn’t you say so?
I could help you solve it
I’m sure I could, I know.

Maybe you don’t trust me.
What did I do wrong to you?
Just tell me about your problem.
Maybe I’ll tell you about mine too.

We’ll help each other smile.
It could do us both some good.
Pretty soon we’ll both be laughing.
Like we know we should.

Talk

 
I start to say what's on my mind. 
but no one listens. 
I start to say something important. 
but no one cares. 
I start to say something thoughtful. 
but everyone ignores me. 
I start to say something that's been bothering me. 
but everyone has their own problems to tend to. 
Then when I am but a memory 
everyone says, "What a nice person. 
I just wish I could have known her better." 
Don't you wish you would have listened more?

The Insults

I smile and laugh when you insult me.
I act as though I don't care.
But inside I am breaking.
Why did you say that to me?

What did I do to you?
To make you do that?
I was always nice to you.
Why did you say that to me?

Wait, you aren't my enemy.
I couldn't never hate you.
Actually you are one of my friends.
Why did you say that to me?

I know you didn't mean it.
You were just fooling around.
But it hurts me just the same.
Why did you say that to me?

Aren't you supposed to be my friend?
Then why do you kill my feelings?
Even if you don't mean it.
Why did you say that to me?

Be nicer, please be nicer.
I would never hurt you.
I never want to say again,
Why did you say that to me?

The Race of Life

I lay awake in bed
With sweat dripping off my face.
I'm not taking life one step at a time
I'm running a race.

I gasp for breath
I choke for air.
Life is so far ahead.
It's just leaving me here.

Bad things in life go past me.
Murderors and killings.
Life is miles ahead.
Leaving me at the beginning.

Suddenly, the good things come.
Happiness, peace, and love.
I have renewed energy now.
I can fly like a dove.

I caught up to life.
And even got ahead.
I have no more sleepless nights.
Worrying in bed.

One Person Too Many

I see my friends talking
and I run to join them.
But they look at me distastefully.
"Do you want me to leave?"
I ask, a little hurt.
"No, you can stay."
They say, a little grudgingly.
I start talking,
But they don't listen.
I feel un-wanted,
So I leave.
Why is it that I am the person too many?
Everyone else is company, but I am a crowd.
Maybe it isn't me.
But maybe it is.
This is too much for me to figure out.
There was I time I could say I was their friend.
But now I am confused.
Who are my friends.
Who aren't?
Why when I talk to them, they turn away?
Why am I too many?
I ask them those questions
But again I am ignored.
Why am I always, a person too many?

Lessons From the Homeless

Walking through the city
She saw a homeless man.
She stopped right beside him.
"You can do better.  I know you can
Being homeless is your own fault.
All the blame is on you.
It's no one else's fault
That you have a ripped coat and holes in your shoes.
You're a terrible excuse for a father.
You're a terrible excuse for a son.
And it's your fault.
Don't blame it on some one else because your the only one.
The man looked at her
 With pain in his eyes.
"What I'm going to tell you right now
Might come as a surprise.
I've been homeless only a few days.
And because of a fire no less.
I don't know why I'm telling you this.
It's really none of you business.
But if you think everything has to be blamed on a person
You're worse off than me.
Not everything is caused by a person.
Sometimes it is an accident, you see.
Now if you think I'm a bad person
You're worse off than I thought.
I was a very successful person
Before the fire took everything I had got.
It was all just an accident.
No one is to blame.
The only reason this happened
Is because of fire and flames."

The Killer Diet

She wasn't fat
but she wasn't thin.
She wanted to lose weight.
She thought she knew where to begin.

She left out the sugars
like cookies and cake.
And pretty soon
she started to lose weight.

She lost a few pounds
but it wasn't enough.
I can lose more skipping by skipping breakfast
but it's going to be tough.

She thought that to herself
as she woke up.
She didn't eat a thing
until it came to be lunch.

She lost more pounds.
But she still thought she was fat.
She decided to skip lunch
and she did just like that.

She lost more and more weight
but still wanted to be thinner.
And before she knew it
she was skipping dinner.

One night on the table
layed some pork and some pies.
She looked at her mom
her eyes wide with suprise.

"Do you know how much fat
this stuff contains?
What happened to salads
and bread and some grains?"

So now she was skipping
days at a time
hoping her weight would get to where
she thought was fine.

She dropped out of sports
she was too weak to play.
And ditched all her friends
who wanted her to have three meals a day.

Then one week
she realized she had made a mistake.
But by that time
it was all too late.

Her muscles had been digested
and her bones had grown thin
by skipping meals like this
she had nothing to win.

Poor, poor, girl.
She had faded away
She had just ended her life
She lacked food, and died that day.

As the Snow Fell

She got in the car.
Just as the snow had begun.
She wouldn't be long.
She had a few errands to run.

She left the house
at a quarter till.
The roads were icy.
And so was the hill.

The hill was so slipperly
so wet and so cold.
Her tires began
To spin out of control.

She hit her breaks.
But it was too late.
Going shopping that day
had become her fate.

When she awoke
there was a pain in her head.
It wouldn't be there long.
She soon would be dead.

She saw the doctors
Their hopeless glances.
Their hushed voices
"She hasn't any chances."

"I can't be dying!"
She wanted to scream.
This seemed unreal.
A horrible dream.

"I have so much to do!"
She wanted to say.
"I haven't recieved God,
I thought I'd have
A lot more days."

She felt herself drifting
far away.
There was a price
She'd have to pay.

Oh no!
She thought with a cry
I haven't prayed The Sinners Prayer!
And I'm going to die!

But by this time
It was too late.
She hadn't accepted God
She suffered her fate.

Or dreams might be so you can get to do stuff you would never be able to do in real life.