Before I wake,
After I sleep...

Thoughts scramble throughout my head
Flow out into my pen...

A sunflower with yellow petals to spread.
It reminds me of the opposite of dead...

We write these poems,
To show our feelings...

Look at the shapes, the lines, the flowers
See the color, the emotion, the shading...

Waves crashing at my fingertips
the sea's endless rage...

Everyone, everyday, everywhere,
We should all feel like a friend, a person...

I know so much about you,
And yet so little when compared to all I wish to...

I long for a world
Far away...

Some say that my time will come
But I am here to prove them wrong...

No one listens
No one talks...