I’m lying here, in the grass
Looking up at the sky...

Everyday I write on the paper
Clean white with blue lines...

Even if she insisted she wasn’t a hero,
I knew she was, to many of us, including me...

As it snows it reminds me of the crimson cries
Falling to the ground like that of God’s...

I don’t want to be part of this fairytale...
I don’t want the sugarcoated dreams...

You see everyone is wearing them
These little yellow bracelets that say "live...

She was always so happy
Her heart, big and warming...

What ever happend
To following your heart...

Minute Poetry (From ShadowPoetry.com)
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting...

Minute Poetry (From ShadowPoetry.com)
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting...

Standing among these empty walls
Whitewashed with purity...

We have innocent lives sleeping out on benches in...
Their lives are harsh, cold, and most likely dark...