5th or 6th

        Thump, Whoosh, Chirp

The thump of a heartbeat.

The whoosh of the wind.

The chirp of a bird.

       I hear them.

Mom and Dad.

Their vocies are just sound

The dryness in the air.

The lint on the carpet.

The candy on the table.

    

         Then I decied.

  I will repeat.

Who You Are.

      You can be.
a daughter.
a son.
a sister.
a brother.
a student.
a loser.
    But you are.
a teacher.
a truth.
a friend.

Short Sweet and To the Point

You wanna play
Make my day
You wanna talk
But you walk

Hoping My Hopes

Sealing my lips
Persueing my dreams
Hoping my hopes
Verbalizingg my words
Living my life
Dreaming my future
Siezing my oppertunities

How Much Can Words Say?

They write essays;
They say monolouges
They become studies
So why do we use such hateful ones,
We know they hurt;
We know they bring joy
We know they surprise
So why do we use such hateful words

If I could....

If I could I would travel around the world
would you?
If I could I wouldstudy science to find cures
would you?
If I could I would fix the world of flaws
would you?
Or would you rather give that all up for $1,000,000,000
Thats what I thought
If I could I would give up all that money.

If You Really Knew Me You'd Know......

If you really knew me, you'd know
        I like my food,but not as much as my friends
        I like my ipod, but not as much as my family
        I like my computer, but not as much as I like the walks
        I like my house, but not as much as I love the world
If you really knew me, you'd know
       that i love my friends
       and there is no denying that

Let My Pen Do The Talking

I try.
With everything. I try.
Try to say what words can't
But in this world words say too much
Too much to say
But no words

Words hurt poeple I love
Words hurt poeple I hate
So I try not to use words.
I try to use letters on a page
Feel the page of letters

I am broken
Trying so hard to mend myself together
But instead. Instead I burn with fear.
Fear that maybe I may not like it mended
So here I end my saddness
With pages of stories to fill
No one will know unless we become known
We will try.