Unvalentine (Rotten on the Inside)

Hearts are like an apple; have to nourish
It for it to provide for you. Giving it a
Protection from all sorts of dangers
Such as love, hate, and jealousy is
Needed. Warding off these things is
Mandatory for your heart not to be
Rotten. It starts in the middle, like a
Worm working its way all the way
Through you heart and giving it slimy
Insides. I wish I could convince you
Further, but i seems that you only learn
From experience so good luck!

Autobiography

My life is confusing. I am a sibiling of seven and an only child. How can this be? You might ask. Well it is simply complicated. I have six blood sibilings and I have no sibilings. My birth mother gave me four sisters and two brothers and y adoptive mom is single. My adoptive mom's family is big while my birth mom's is huge! I am a child of two families. I don't know either very well, but well enough to know when to speak and when to keep my mouth shut. I hardly know how much my blood family loves me, although I know they do to some extent. I don't know at all how much my doptive family loves me, although I know somewhat that they like me, or at least I hope.
I have been know by one for eighteen years and the other one of only about eighteen months. I am loved by them all; although, sometimes I look at the family and wonder if I really belong. Belonging is hard when me myself is resisting to do so.

Days of Me II

Sometimes I look back on the days
That i was young and thing 'why did
I do that?' why was i a naked champion,
A drinker of milk, a hater of Mondays,
A supporter of adventures, the tadpole
Imprisoner, the impaginary friend
Leader, the deep water purifier, a
Liveral and a conservative, a licker
Of feet, a dog on the weekdays, a tiger
On the weekends, a kight, the fighter
Of many, the defeater of others, a cleft
Chin classifier, the ender of discussions,
The starter of debates, and a two sided coin.

Now I look ahead to today and think of
What I am now and wonder 'why do I do this?'
Why I am the anger at few but the wrath of many,
The secret singer, the guitar player, the wanter of
A diffenent life, a instrument to death, a player of
Many musical items, a person of interest, the debate
Dissolver, a beginner of discussions, a fox
On weekdays, and a panda on weekends, the
Crazy imaginary friend talker, a fellow of the ring,
An alien in a galaxy far, far away, an assassin in
Ancient Rome, a Spartan of the future of the less
Represented, and a two sided coin.

Later I will look again and think of what
I am then and ponder 'why am I to do?'
I wish that I will be a keeper of many, a
Friend of all, and enemy to those who
Refuse me and my beliefs, to be a free
Soul, a non-religous idiot, a welcomed stranger,
A stimulator and stopper of discussions, a starter
And ender of debates, a leader to those who
Need it, a pusher to the rest, a gatherer of dreams,
A finisher of goals, the family of all, and not
Related to anyone in particular, to be interested in
Everyone's business, to let everyone be themselves,
An avenger of those wronged, and a two sided coin.

Scrambled Phrases

The cathedral arch will stretch through strange dry prayers.

Vaulting bubbles lace out of generous sleeping murmmers.

Bright breath darkened into quick sighs.

Seeping insides peaked in shining throats up to time's head.

Rumbling resonant go back as wild savages.

Simple moments airborne out of the roof.

Madness

Madness is life without love.

Madness is life without a purpose.

Madness is everywhere making us insane.

Madness is the essence of which all debates and wars are started.

Madness is in which we die, drowning in it until we cannnot breath anymore.

Madness is the beginning of the end and is the end of the beginning.

"Song of Myself"

Seeing the past is hard
The past that is never forgottnen
And i stand here supported by many
But feeling deserted is the emotions I feel
Days of riding the bus with the wheels never ending
Nights of glowing screens fading into the darkness
Pencils scratching on paper, marking black on white
All of my life staring me in the face with stone cold eyes

Oblivious melts reality around me
Like a popsicle on hot sidewalks
All sunshine rains on my personality
Making my problems fade into yesterday
No longer clinging to my father's pant legs
Screaming about all of myu small victories
Running over sweet, green lawns feshly mowed
With armies of invisible sodiers flankning my sides

O me, what I was for years, no dead
All of the regrets flood the psycy of my mind
Colorful dances of memories cloud the darkness
Whiteness eventually powder over them like a fresh snow
All those years of looking up to those who would destroy me
My god, my father, my mother, my life betrayed me
O to disengage myself from those corpes of me,
Which I turn and look where I cast them.

I may tell to you of all the furure of your life
To detest you from feelings and love to help you survive
But to tell you to disegage yourself is to die
My advice to you is to live and find ways out of death
The slight splashes of shimmerings of sunlight
Trust shall never fly from my lips so freely again
I will never crawl to the steps of God
I will stand up and fight against thy fear of crashing control

"Worry is the Consequence of the Unknown, Thus, Knowledge is Happiness."

Normal

I dream of being normal
Not worrying all the time
To be happy, as most do seem
With no worry they are normal
Their life is but a dream.

They sit there, so happpily, not worry in the world
With a smile on their face
And "F's" on their pages
I sit there wishing
That life was but a dream.

But in the future, as i am told,
I will be happy for looking ahead
Because my parents and peers are proud
But forever more taht stone is sitting in my stomach.
Because their life is but a dream.