There once was a girl

So high was her power

Then came along a boy

Who gave her a flower

She watched it grow higher

As the days went by

It grew higher and higher

‘Til it touched the blue sky

From the greenest of grass

To the bluest of sky

Hannah’s flower stood tall and high

The flower was lively

As young Hannah’s pace

It had a blue stem

And a bright yellow face

It had a sweet smile

It’s voice was like honey

The boy he came back

And offered her money

She shook her head sweetly

A smile on her face

This flower is fine

Right here in it’s place

But one day the king came

And picked her dear flower

Poor Hannah slept softly

Alone in her tower

When she awoke

She had a lit face

For right there it stood

Her flower in a vase

(This poem was dedicated to Hannah Olson my first friend when I first moved here.)

When I write

When I rhyme

When I dance

And when I sing

I seem to escape

From my reality

From my mortality

The world around me so sick and cruel

Punishing those who’ve done nothing

Rewarding those who’ve done the crime

Stealing the lives of the innocent

And giving it to those unworthy beasts

So walk away

Just walk right by

And let them feel

The emptiness inside

Just because I escape reality

Just because I escape mortality

Does not mean I ignore

Those screaming for a better destiny

His cold bony finger

Lain gently on your shoulder

You can feel his linger

You like the way it feels

Looking down at your skin while it peels

Far from where you can reach

You turn and shout

What is this about

But he simply shakes his head

You try to escape

You see the break of day

You see the children play

He doesn’t chase after you

Soon you know why

That bright light is Heaven

One last step and you can fly

You like the way it feels

Like a cloud in the sky

You look down and you see…

You see nothing

It’s a blur

Suddenly it’s all black

You want it

You yearn for

It to come back

It was all just a dream

And so violently placed

Was a gun to your chest

And a blade to your face

All just because

You yearn for the black

All just because

You want that feeling to come back.

(Dear Thomas as the other name because I’m a nerd and I found out that DEAr THomas makes the word death.)

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