art-poems-life

Words can lie, Words can trust, Words can fly, Words turn to dust. Words destroy, Words can scare, Words are a toy, From over there.

So this is where lines are drawn, Where choices stop and, Thoughts are wrong. Where friends betray, And lovers flee, Because we forgot how to be free. Where laughter ceases Like the sun, Where wishes die; there is no fun. Where people cry; Dare not to dream, Where water boils away to steam. So this is where lines are drawn, Where choices stop and, And thoughts are wrong.

Are you Sleeping? "Are you sleeping, or are you still weeping? Are you okay, or is everything not at bay? Is something wrong, what shall I do to help you again be strong? Eat, please eat, or shall I beg at your feet? I am sorry, so sorry, of what became of you, Give me a moment please, I think I need a tissue. I could read, Oh please let me read to thee, Oh, I know it would fill you  with glee." And as I read I felt you slipping away, As you became nothing but a hard clump of clay. I silently cried as I read, the last line, I did this and looked at you, all at the same time. You were depressed I coul

Nature Before Our Eyes nature sprouts were she pleases, she changes with the seasons, for unknown reasons. she goes unnoticed, for she is modest, she is beautiful, though sometimes in the oddest. nature is all around us, we just don't always notice, because she surrounds the buildings around us.