Poetry In My Words

Poetry means different things to different people, to me poetry is a way people express their feelings in words that sometimes it doesn't make any sense, other times poetry can be a rhythmic expression to an adjective to imagative and intense perceptions. Poetry also has fellings and emotions, It is a creative way to describe feelings, some people describe poetry as a gate way to the most inner feelings, But most agree that poetry has something to do with emotions and thoughts, poetry can be made up of any object, feeling, situation, and anything you can ever thing of. Some poetry touches you others don't some share happiness and others pain but they all send out a message a idea or emotions.

Time Stop


Where am I, am I lost in time,
Is this a fantasy or is this heaven
so many clocks melting by the sun's heat
the time is different everywhere I look,
Who could I trust in this dream land.
There's no food, there's no shelter, how could
I live in a place like this, It looks so
calm, but the heat burns my skin, the sand in
feet burn like hell itself, where's
everyone, what have I done to be in this
place, My mouth is drying, My heart is
pounding, the tree lost its leaves and
I'm losing my life.

The article I read was about a college student who killed his fiend. Kold the victim had been missing for three weeks, his mom had call him and left a message in his answering machine she never got the call back, The man who kill him was a neighbor they had been friends and met while they live there, Police can't find a reason for the death of kold. The man had gone to a hotel and when leaving he had said thathis knee got cut and there was some blood in the carpet and other places, when the works of the hotel went to clean the hotel they found alot of blood everywhere but they didn't call the police because they didn't think there was something wrong with it. The man had been carring the body in this car, he went to pick up his friends at college and they told him it smells like like something died in there. He beruied the body in the backyard, he found a new apartment and decided to move he took the body put in his car and went to his new apartment he told the owneres to not park cars near the backyard and they listen, They say he was gone for the the entire day and the firefighter came by the house because there was fire in the backyard, The man said it was his first time barbuece and police later said that the man might have been trying to burn the body, today he is waiting for trial.

Who Could You Trust?

The world is full of people some we know others
we don't, some we love others we don't, some we
care for others we don't, some that make us happy
some we can't stand, Others we trust others we
hate, this world is full of strangers full of good
and evil, some looking for revenge, others for love
others to share a friendship but who could we trust,
we meet them every where we go, but every day in
the paper they apper, are they trying to be famous
what have their victims do to be punished this way,
why does dead hit them so young and full of life,
Why is killing the answer to revenge, what have
people do to be kill by their own friends, or
neighbors. killing ends all in the paper making
its mark everywhere it gets.

The beach and the rain

My room full of memories full of things
that once were new to me, now they nothing.
Once they meant the world to me now they
just sit there staring at he air, but there
is always one that makes you smile, one that
always makes the memories came back, As I sit
in my bed thinking of the the day at the beach
were the sun burnd my skin,The day that it rain
and my day was ruin, But as look back at it It
was good that it had rain,I could remember my
brother cursing as every drop touch his face,
His face full of madness for something he
couldn't control, Me trying too find something
good to do to forget the rain but every minute
the rain came down harder in my face, As a saw a
store a place full of people I remember screaming
at my brother for not being interested at this place,
Going in I saw my brothers face change. His smile
run acrooss his face, The games in here we the greatest
there were as I won my teddybear for scoring high,
The rain was forgoten it soft fur, it's carton face
making me smile everytime I see it, As my
cousin comes in my room she smiles and sleep hugging it.

The Mouth Of A Monster

As the monster opens it's mouth to eat me alive,
My body freezes the smell takes my breath away,
as the creature takes me in his mouth I enter a
dark creepy place, My body fells the heat of his
body, Water drops run trought my face, As I look
around I see a light coming in from his Eyes, The
smell is twisting my stomach around, I'm trap in
this place everytime the creature opens its mouth
I hear it creek, Like a all machine that has been
use in years, As the wind hits it. It makes me wonder if
it is going to break in half, From his eyes I could
see the rain pouring in the grass, I feel save know
but still, scared looking around I keep wondering
how could such a creature still protect on the rain,
It's so all that you could see little holes around,
the day is getting darker the creature is horrible
I think I hear voices their getting closer, I'm scare
my feet had just froze, the creature has open its mouth,
the creek of the door feels the room, I'm free at last.
This creature still stands old but strong waiting until
I return,

Questions Without Answers

1. What is love?
2. Why do tears came out of our eyes?
3. Why are people poor?
4. Why do people suffer?
5. Why do people die?
6. Why do we live?
7. Why is there racism?
8. Why is there so many diseases in the world?
9. Why is there hate in the world?
10. Why do people ask questions?

What Is Love

What is love is a question,
the answer I don't know.
some say a feeling some say a lie,
others a fantasy but was is it really?
Love, Love, love. Its every where we go
few are true, most are lies.
The true are few, the lies rule the world,
every one is loved or loves other.
Is love a feeling that fills your heart,
or a lie that breaks your heart.
There are nothing that can show
us or explain what love is.
There are words with no meaning,
and love is one of them.