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...

No one listens
No one talks...

I thought today of long ago
when childhood seemed so near...

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

In the distance I hear words of criticism.
Laughing follows whatever was said...

Sinking into the madness
of my youth...

Dear Somebody,
Sometimes the stars are so bright...

Questions swerve
Answers fall...