Jealousy

Coward

Bravery runs in my family

This is one of my favorite poems because it is so simple but yet so stunning and deep and funny. This is a very short poem but that doesnt effect the fact that it has a lot of meaning. At first I was confused and just htought it was a dumb short poem but then after the second and third time reading it, it just made me smile and feel jealous of the poet that was brilliant enough to come up with this.

Whats the deal with poetry?

I'm tired of... the rhythm, the perfectionism, the part if your not old dead and white, that your poems wont be in the books for everyone else to study. I think some of the best poetry comes from the unkown writers, who write from experience, from story, from life. I sometimes find their poems to be better. Problem is no one will really care because they are not as famous and no one will take the time to read a poem from a no body. Who cares if some kid from Harlem writes a poem that rivals Frosts, no one will know because no one cares. That, right there, is my problem with poetry. Much of the world has given up on poetry and that is what hurts me and the poet community the most. Why would they continue to write if most the world has given up on them. Why would they continue to try to inspire us when no one cares? This is what is wrong with poems. We are letting it die and I am tired of it.

LoVe

Love is the warm sun on your face. Love is a ghost that never leaves you. Love is an apple about to fall. Love is that action figure waiting to be played with. Love is feeling of winning. Love is a good nights rest. Love is stepping off a cliff with your eyes closed. Love is discovering new things. Love is recieving a gift. Love is getting breakfest in bed. Love is a nightmare with a happy ending. Love is a fairy tale. Love is a bottle of hand sanatizer. Love is lamp. Love is desk... haha Love is a double rainbow. Love is opening your eyes for the first time. Love is getting in a car crash and bein forgiven. Love is a green stop sign.

The Eye In The Sky

I am that eye in the sky. I see all. I am all. I see the honesty, the hardworking class, the beggers whose lives have taken a turn for the worst. I see the corruption, the evil, the gangs, the violince. Though Through it all I see hope. I see the kid who writes up lyrics not knowing that one day he will be famous. I see the rose that grew through concrete, against all odds it rose above. I see the family trying so hard to make ends meet. I see the girl singing in her shower, and next thing she knows she is singing in front of thousands of people. I see the kid spending every minute working towards his education, knowing that its up to him to get somewhere in life. I see all. I am the eye in the sky.