This poem is not based upon
the knowledge I have learned...

My ears are deafened by slurring words
that try to form inside your mouth...

There are hidden parts of me
echoing in silence, beneath...

So many people continue to ignore
the little blue clouds that float past...

If you look inside their haunted eyes,
you will see the detachment beginning to...

Her delicate beauty
was destroyed by evil...

In a world full of confusion
where red only appears as anger...

A heart can only grow with love;
a love that offers comfort, guidance...

The saddest thing you will ever see
is a child's heart longing to be free...

And they both reached out
to take the last delicious slice...

My eyes are dazzled by the
enchanting scenery that now surrounds me...

There's a beautiful pink rose
whose fragile petals are turning black...