I found four of my old peoms, two of them are angry poes, but poems non the less. The first three were made last year and the last one was made two years aog.

Dreaming

Sitting in a room, with other people like me
who are drifting of in thought, and dreams
just to snap back to reality when the bell rings, or when someone calls your name.

Shuffling through the hall to our next destination
only to be sitting in another room, dreaming of a life
much more than this one.
"can it be?" we wonder "will it happen?" we ask our dream world.

Were purple clouds hand in emerald skies,
and the fish fly and birds swim in oceans of orange.
but suddenly we are pulled out of our dream and thrown back into the reality we call life.

Truth!

You want people to tell you the truth,
and when they do you can't handle it.
So you yell with words not fit for writing.
And you yell some more I try to retaliate.
your so caught up in thinking everyone likes you
that you don't even notice how much of a brat your being.
Well I told the truth, and I'm glad I did.
So you can curse all you want,
you just won't notice your friends slipping away.
I told you the truth and you can't take it.
I give back what you dish out.
I can handle the truth.
That's the difference between you and me.
A true friend .vs. a back stabber.


Winter

As the days shorten, and the scent in the air changes, and the leaves fall off the trees, we find
When the wind blows and the air grows colder we find our family close by, to keep us warm in the winter months.

As the clocks turn back, as the fire crackles, and the sound or carols fills the room, we see.
when the snow falls and the lakes freeze over we see children playing in the fresh powder, on snowy hills.


Trust

Like a half dead rose when we met growing younger with each passing day.
But lest we forget you killed it without saying a word.
Betrayal has weeded its way into our relationship,
A symbol of you feelings, a stuffed pink cow.
Like lemons and baking chocolate, bitter and sour we are.
I trust you not, not any more. A broken heart I do not have, and crying I will not do.
I leave you here to think about what you have done.
I don't care what happens to you, so goodbye to you, you lying bum. Hope you happy with one so young.