Every second Youth wasted On planning Adulthood How your Life will End up And should Every second Of life Washed away Never to get back My house My career My husband And family Set in stone Finally I Reach my planned Life and happiness The perfect Husband Sits, reads the newspaper Drinks coffee He says He loves me The perfect Baby A little girl Sits in her high chair Angel with black hair Pale face Blue eyes The perfect Dog Never barks Nor bites The perfect House Just as I Had dreamed High ceilings In the rainy woods The perfect Job Writing and teaching Always published Students love me I am perfect My life complete Except I Had no childhood I wish I Had a perfect Childhood I am not Perfect My life is incomplete To live A perfect life I must Sacrifice Who I am I think to myself “This isn’t What I wanted” I don’t want To be Perfect “This isn’t What I wanted” I can’t Be perfect Because I am Unhappy I look At everything Just as I wanted Just as I planned Everything Planned out Perfect But now that I have it I don’t want it “This isn’t What I wanted” I planned So I could Be happy But now I have Lost everything That was really important Perfection Is a joke You can’t be Perfect Because to get Something You must give Something else up To be perfect Or happy You choose

The boy without a pet, how sad. Every kid needs a little animal to love and cherish for however short amount of time that creature is destined to spend with them. This picture makes me sad yet happy in a way. The poor kid just looks like he wants that little hamster so badly. He has the look of a kid who comes here everyday just to stare at that hamster. Not any hamster mind you, but that hamster in particular. I bet he named it too. I hope one day he gets his hamster and it is all he hoped it would be.

You seemed really alone, maybe I should have sat down with you. Maybe you were just on a break. Maybe you are just unhappy with the direction your life has taken. You wouldn’t look at me, what where you looking at? You looked so far away.

“I love you today, I love you tomorrow and forever my little Pandora.” She whispered shutting the door behind her with a soft but audible click as it sealed off all the light except for my little dancing light next to my bed on a bedpost. My eyes where slowly closing as I watched the little princess emit different colors casting shadows on my walls. I sighed sleepily shutting out the world as I slipped into sweet dreams of my four year old life. A click woke me up. I curled up not wishing to be disturbed but my eyes watched as the door opened slowly. I looked away and tried to go back to sleep. Footsteps approaching across my carpet floors towards my bed. ...

This is an odd picture in New York. Maybe they sell fake arms. well it seems a little creepy to me. Thanks mom for the photo.

The boy sits Alone on the beach With glowering eyes And a heart Full of hate and anger He listens to the ocean Roaring day and night Arms wrapped tight around His scraped and bleeding knees Tattoos run up his arms Like black veins A fire burns before him As he stares deep into it Watching the fickle flame Dancing too and fro How unfair it is For it to be free When he stands in chains He waves his hand Slowly through the flames But he doesn’t feel the pain He doesn’t feel anything anymore So he takes what is left Of his meager belongings And throws them into the fire It crackles and waves Sparking to life As it consumes another’s The boy watches His life go up in flames Burning slowly to ashes As it withers and curls He stands And walks away He is done He is finally done

You seemed upset, maybe you missed your ride home, maybe your boyfriend stood you up. You were just standing there next to the road at a bus stop. There were lots of people but you stood alone. Maybe your anger isolates you. Or maybe you just wanted to be alone. I wish I had asked. I like your scarf by the way. Maybe I will write a poem about you, if so I will post it later so you won’t be alone.

Hello Tiger. I enjoy your tail. And your ears.