Goodbye April

Good bye April,
The beautiful month
Of flowers,
Of rain,
Of birth.

You were great,
I loved it,
I will miss you,
And see you come tomorrow,
With greatness.

You were slow,
Yes, but I loved you,
For this month,
A family member turned 2,
And my bonds grew close.

So, goodbye April,
You were great,
Your showers, cold,
But warm,
And I hope to see you tomorrow.

Music

You walk with a groove,
And laugh and shine,
Remember past times,
And say you didn't do it.

You hear the rhythm
In the ears,
And want to dance,
But can because everyone's watching.

You listen to the song,
And realize that
You love it,
And want to listen to it again.

But then you get tired of it,
So don't overdo it,
For if you do,
You won't listen to it again.

Music is beautiful,
Part of everyones life,
No matter what,
Fir it describes you.

But hey,
Everyone loves and hates,
One must,
To be unique.

So listen,
And dance,
For that happens,
Only once in a lifetime.

Road Trips

It is when you ride,
For many hours,
Or days,
And never take a break.

It is when we
Spend time together,
And laugh and cry
Because of what we say.

It is when you get tired,
And then go to sleep,
But wake up in the same place,
But moving trees happen.

It is when you get carsick,
And throw up,
Which is when you stop,
And finally take a break.

No one understands

You know what
I mean,
When I say
That I have nothing
To say to you.

You know that
I'm weak,
Like one just born,
That doesn't talk,
Just acts.

I cry,
When I hurt,
But you don't understand,
Just like many others,
Who think they know.

I don't have to love you,
But I choose to
Because my heart is too nice,
Too understanding,
It doesn't know how to let go.

Someday,
My heart will become free,
Just you see,
It will gallop free,
With the wind by the side.

To Think I Am Special

To think
Or to not to think.

That is the question
Have I lost my mind or
I'm just confused
Never have I
Known this before.

I know I've thought this before.

Am I confused,
Mad at my own thoughts?

Stories don't answer,
Pencils don't write,
Especially when confusion,
Carries on your mind,
I know who I am,
Are you supposed to think this,
Like a newborn baby?

Monday

You wake up,
and think it's Sunday,
but truly,
Its the first day of the week:
Monday.

Oh, my beautiful Monday,
how much I dislike you,
especially waking up early,
and thinking,
that today's no special.

I wake up a sleepy head,
like the sleeping beauty,
minus the beauty portion,
and remember that school,
comes today and leaves Friday.

But hey - Monday means work,
and work means distraction,
from all the home problems,
and work and stress
for the school problems, at least that's better.

I read a textbook,
and know that I'm learning,
and Monday forces me
to learn and remember,
and wake up a mess.

It is When

It is when the sun sets,
and the night starts,
that you see stars,
shining from the heaven.

It is when love starts
and never ends,
when you smile and laugh,
and kiss with joy.

It is the birth of a baby,
that you finally know,
what kids truly are,
and what innocent means.

It is when my love
will show unto you,
and you will smile
with realization that you love too.

It is when
the audience stares,
and realizes,
that life is a beauty.

It is when the sun is woken up,
when light comes up,
and stars say goodbye,
at least for the night.