fallenangel811

I can write about romance Or write about tranquility, Nature, comedy, or chance But mostly about you and me. The way we sit upon the stair, Sneak a kiss behind closed doors; Telling jokes without a care Send us rolling on the floor. Holding hands when we walk, Private messages communicate Through our brains, but we don't talk, Leaving bloodstains in our wake. You make me laugh, you make me cry, Inspired poetry I write, Tickled, sometimes wanna die Lying in your arms at night When life is but a dream. I remember all those times. The water fountains seem To hate us for our crimes. We cut class for a week straight, But ne'e

It's hard work being somebody's best friend. They want to tell you everything. They want to show you everything. They want to talk to you all the time. All the time, every day, for weeks on end. After a while, after all the fun is over, it gets annoying. She writes you so many notes during class. Your bag is full of them. From everything to anything. She always wants to be around you. She always wants you around. And you hate it. You can't stand her anymore. You think she's so annoying: tapping you, working together on a class project, talking, writing notes, talking on the phone, telling you things that you don't even care about, talking abo

Stand with me to watch the sky, Full of colors as they bloom. Dare you see me cry? Reversing time is just a lie; Soft white clouds fill my room. Stand with me to watch the sky. See my life just passing by? O'er my head I feel darkness loom. Dare you see me cry? You wipe a tear from my eye, Saying, "I'll be home soon." Stand with me to watch the sky. You laugh out loud while, smiling, I Evade my imminent doom, dare you see me cry. You slip away, I slowly die, Lying here in my room. Stand with me to watch the sky Dare you see me cry.

The classic American dreams Of days with no war. Far from what it seems. Always the same running themes: "I'll improve society more!" The classic American dreams. Ignoring shrill starving screams, "Improving life like never berfore!" Far from what it seems. With poverty a nation teems, Yet politicians see no poor. The classic American dreams. President held in high esteem Has global peace in store. Far from what it seems. They lack support from political beams, And America feels sore. Tha classic American dreams. Far from what it seems.

How can one speak when Everyone is so busy, Doing nothing much, And have no time to listen? It is quite agonizing.

When you gazed in to her eyes Like that last night, was the feeling that erupted in me Betrayal or jealousy? Was I to suffer another Heartbreak under the Moon's light? You convinced me it was not to be. You gathered the stars And presented them to me. We partook and scattered them Amongst the clouds. A handful you sprinkled in my hair. A lone star caught on your tear; I blew a kiss to knock it away. She stood beyond us, watching carefully, Beast stalking quarry. Her ignorance and arrogance Eventually destroyed her. As the memory of her dissipated, It was only you and I left, To love and let love.

With some humble poetry, Some sacred saint fulfilled, The overflowing cup of Christ Haphazardly is spilled.

Her wings are spread wide. She soars into the blue sky. She is on her way. She is my inspiration. My faith in my butterfly.

Who of the oppressed Can justly overcome the Might of suppressors?