Thursday, October 27, 2011

Breaking Down To The River

Roses are red and violets are blue
when I hear you
You cut me down
 I feel so empty
It makes me ashamed of who I am
When I see you
I can't help but break down
Every time I try to say I Love You
I just don't know If I can
When I hear you
I can't be with you
I break down every time I hear your rhyme
it makes me break down
I look down to the dark blue flowing river and watch my tears flow
along the river and never heard once again
You cut down like a uselessness piece of nothing
Has all this time been a game to a rhyme I can't seem to understand why
I turn and look and I see you and I wait around for you
No ever again you say You Love Me but ain't the truth?
All I seem to be able do is break down and watch my tears flow away like
They never meant a thing to either us.
I turn away and take a great big breath and dive into the river side and I am never seen again or heard
and It's all silent and quite now it's goodbye for night.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Let It Rain


Let it rain like an ocean side of grain. Let the light blue sky rise to the mountain side. Let the green grass wash away the tears of rain in the fellow fall today. Let it rain like it is a sweet day that smell like strawberries in an ocean trop. Let the world be filled with rain and let it was away of the scary parts tonight.

Walking In A Hall


Walking the hall of a school that looks so empty like no one has ever belonged ,The hall is so quite oh 
why so quite the hall is so dark There’s no whisper in the darkness of the halls, not a peep but wait there’s tends to be a small laugh, Walking the empty halls is a weird fairness that seems to keep the hall steady at a beet that no one can seem to see, walking the hall of the school is all but real, The school is a dark spooky sneeze and it is so cold makes you fall on both knees. Walking the hall of a dark school to most it would be cool. But to any real soul they know the cold dark hall is no place but for dead ghosts linger in the halls of the schools halls and watch us like, We are their meal, Walking the hall of a dark school with no real feel is as cold as a ghosts, Walking the hall of a school seems to be so cool but for real the darkness quite feeling of it is surreal no one can understand it, It is so quite but The laugh its back! Maybe there is someone near more than we think. Everyone seems to be freezing they can barely breath, as they breath out you can see cold air come from Small dark lungs that when you see your knees grow weak and you tend to not be able to see free as you feel them breath on you it’s a kind Chill no can understand cause it’s so unreal it will make you sneeze like you have a cold. Walking The hall of a school could it be real It makes you ache and scream the pain is unbelievable, you try to let free but it’s to real to see, Walking the hall ,there's that cry again But in the end it was all a so real a young girl woke up so tense she thought it was gone but then she screamed and was never seen it heard In the dark cold school in any of the halls, they say they can still hear her scream but most don’t believe. Could she be real, well never see.