Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else