Poetry

i was at my best when i was burned out, i got the most compliments, people applauded me for my grades, they admired me for my accomplishments, even i though...

Wooden sheep, please speak You cry so quiet, speak soft How gentle, the wind...

Blank my mind will go Staring at a blank white screen Alive now, my thoughts...

Identify me Yet never Identify I am my own mark 俳句...

Five Syllables first Seven for the second line Five again follows...

Wood beneath my feet I feel that there is nothing I fall to wooden sheep...

A bored and free thought Comes to life upon this page I write of my fears...

You know it ain't easy You know it ain't fair They don't try to please me So no I really don't care Come on!...

The gray speaks like gold And the silver like platinum Do I shine too?...

Delirious resting on a wooden bedframe The night has awoken...