| This is my favorite poem by far |


A day in thoughtA day in thought I sit staring at the clock, Waiting for time to pass, And the day to end. The picture in my mind is the sun gleaming on his guitar, His fingers dancing across the frets, His hand strumming the strings. That beautiful sound caressing the air, The leaves dance on the breeze, Synchronized with the rhythm of his tune. The sun bounces as he moves, Shifting the sound waves, Gently his sound slows. It eventually stops. The clock chimes, As I rise for bed his tune flows through my mind. At the end of the day his song remains with me,  A day in thought


Doubt itDoubt it You told me you missed me, You told me you Loved me, You called me your bestfriend, You said you would all ways be here for me. You got a girlfriend, You blew me off for her, You hurt all of us. Do you really miss me? Do you really love me? Am I really your bestfriend? Are you really here for me? I doubt it....Doubt it


I love you tooI love you too Our hands lay intertwined at our sides, Our eyes meet, We smile. Your arms surround me, My smile fades, Your lips kiss my forehead, So gentle. My eyes close, My heart beat quickens, My face reddens. Your fingers gently trace the blush that crept across my cheeks. You smile, whispering into my ear, "I love you" I love you too.I love you too


I hate that I love youI hate that I love you His voice haunts my memory, "I'm here for you." He let me down more than once. He denied his words, He is my fondest, and most hated memory. He left me because she wanted him to. Are you her pet? Do you have to obey? I guess you do... I lost my bestfriend because of that girl, That small, brown haired, grey eyed girl. Is she truly better than me? You broke my heart, You said we were going to be, Bestfriends forever... It is not you I hate, its her, She does not deserve my hate,I hate that I love you
You do..... So before I leave


The fireflyA small glowing bug, That alights on the leaf, Of a long weed.The firefly
The faint greenish light, It emits, Like a glow-in-the-dark stick.
A small bug it may be, But respected and admired, It is.
So softly glowing, With whispery wings, As it moves about the land.
Across on soft zephyr, The western wind, Or to another stalk.
The bug that is, Is well admired, And left alone.
The predators that hunt it, Cannot find it by light, But at night they lurk at home.
The little bug makes hi
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"Be kind... for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." Plato
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"If it looks like jibberish is spelt like Jibberish and makes no sense it is Jibberish, not an alien language unless i say it is so you fail!"
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"If it looks like jibberish is spelt like Jibberish and makes no sense it is Jibberish, not an alien language unless i say it is so you fail!"
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