A Book Of Poems

lol more poems to be added to the collection

*still a faze of sadness and sorrow*

The good days come and go
And the remembrance of
The bad days seem to linger.
And my cloudy memories seem
To come to me clear as day not
Helping me forget about
what you've Done.
I dig deeper into myself
consciousness only to find
Another dead end.
And I'm lost into an abyss,
An abyss of sadness and sorrow
I kept deeply to myslef for so long
I feel like I'm a cup of fine china
And easily broken only by hitting
another surface of hard glass.
And now I feel pain, a pain I find
Myself yearning for more everytime.
I sound so insane but I just can't help it
I feel so good after every session you put
Me through. Let me see the blood, let me feel this pain, let me be free of all sorrows of making me want this god awful pain. I'm labaled as a beautiful piece of art and now that I've been touched my beauty had been stripped away and had turned me into nothing but a piece of ordinary paper over used with lead and eraser and like the pain I feel. The pain is erased like an eraser but then I get jabbed at by more pain from the lead.

*Peanut Butter*

From a little seedling,
To a form of a shell,
So rough and tough all walls
Come crumbling down
After a shake down in the
Beater. And just like peanut
butter, our walls are smooth
And soft and super delicious.
Just like peanut butter in a fancy
Beautiful container.

*Even a mustard seed*

Wow really?
A mustard seed in a poem?
As if.
Oh but yes, it's the moral
of the of the story.
You see a small weak
little mustard seed
Has a lot of strength.
Faith and courage the
Size of a mustard seed
Can move mountain's
And just a little mustard seed.
See even a mustard seed is used
In wise terms.
So don't judge the book by its
Cover because in the end your
The mustard seed we are talking
About. Have faith and have courage
It only takes a mustards seeds size
To move any mountain's.

*Me, myself, and I*

Hmmm are you sure you don't need anyone's help? Oh I'm sure, it only takes me to take me places. It only takes myself to convince me to keep going. It only takes I to keep up the encouraging words to just say no and move on the next. Me, myself, I alone to have fun. Who needs anyone to have fun?
Just being myself is enough for me to keep going even though it's been a bumpy road there's always time to write, read, draw, paint, dance, planting flowers And its all done by me, myself, and I. Be yourself and don't be a follower and listen to peer pressure.

*Yummy, yucky*

Blue berries in my tummy
I think that's super yummy.
Broccoli in my icecream eaten and down the pit it goes and I think it's yucky.
Smores around a camp fire and a few roasted hotdogs in between? Now that's yummy indeed. Maggots and flies around my plate of pasta and around to the side of chicken noodle soup, the just absolutely disgusting, that's really yucky in my tummy.