Your Poem:
I AM A TEENAGER I am a teenager... Who likes to have fun and be independent Who hates when poeple ignore and discriminate others Who wishes all good wishes will come true Who swears to be a better person and try my best I am a teenager... Who asks to be independent and trusted and to belong Who tells that the world is unfair Who hopes for happiness, independence and peace Who needs to be loved, comfortable, and to be included in things. I am a teenager Who sleeps at noght hoping to wake up for a better day Who wakes up waiting to see what the day would be like Who dresses in comfortable clothes Who buys things she wants but thinks before buying it I am a teenager Who walks around malls and the chalet with friends Who runs when energetic while p;aying sports with friends Who argues with her parents about her independence, rights, and everyday life Who gives advice when they need it I am a teenager I am not confused I am just trying to live my life to the fullest and try to be the best that I can be while learning from mistakes

Your Poem:
Winters falters stilled, Stimulating cold lapse thoughts, Rested wishes teach, !!! from the book Verismo, by Decheonbae Jones

Your Poem:
The Fool On The Hill The sun comes out of the eastern hills The Fool on the hill can be seen He will ponder over the sun and stars Is he wise? No one knows Is he strong? No one knows Does he lack sanity? Or does he keep it in a jar for occasional use? I wanted to know I ask him, Why do you sit? Why do you ponder? He told me, because I do not know I do not know why we are I do not know why the stars are I do not know why the sun is I try to tell him about the world. He would not listen He did not know how I coaxed him off of the hill That was as far as he would go. I showed him a baby and mother I showed him ice cream I showed him the ocean I introduced him to the world But he would not let me introduce the world to him I failed I showed him the world But he did not love it He was afraid of loving life It might make him scared of death Maybe he had pondered too long.

Your Poem:
To: whoever almost killed me I know you tried to kill me, Iknow you were tempted! You just love the sound of gunshots. After all you are a homicidal psychopath, who kills for fun! to you, people's screams sound so sweet , so lovely. You wasted so many barrels on others, you didn't have enough for me!!

Your Poem:
A Stone I'm looking at a stone, waiting for it to move. I'm looking at a stone, as if it weere history. The stone is looking at me, wating for me to kick it. The stone is looking at me, wating for me to throw it. But I didn't know that stons had feelings st

Your Poem:
Skateing is like a fast car Gooing throgh the highway. Speeding like roket Feeling free like I have been in the space.Cold and frees all over me as I Hear a stoping sound like chark on the board.