This is where I put all the poems, stories and the like from my friends. Check out all their talent!
These are written by my best friend, Justin Brown (expect a lot of stuff from him. He's good)
Change
Empty
No matter what we do and no matter what we say
Things will change from day to day
Only steps forward, no steps back
Things will change and thats a fact
We go around and around but never in between
Above and below, I'm sure you know what I mean
The point to this rhyme is that nothing or no one ever stays the same
The past is forever gone and the futre has already came		 I dont know whats wrong with me
Or why I am so rude
Maybe I'm just going through a phase
Like some "blah" interlude
I can't seem to find my heart today
It probably went on a vaction
Its like I have no remorse
No feeling, no soul, no dedication
Why must I feel so empty?
Why is there this hole in my heart?
Why cant I just be happy?
Why must this hole tear me apart?!
Does Anyone Really Care?
My Gifts From God
Tears falling, hole growing
Mind shut, never knowing
Hands shakey, eyes glazed
Emotionless heart, emotions unphased
Thoughts streaming, soul seething
Mind wretching, ominously breathing
Spirit dwindling, life's unfair
And for me the question is, does anyone really care?
When I asked him for something to focus upon,
God gave me your eyes to look at.
When I asked him for something to hold onto in my days of despair,
God gave me your hand to hold.
When I asked him for a soft song to comfort me,
God gave me your voice to listen to.
When I asked him for a crutch to lean upon when I am weak,
God gave me your shoulder to lean upon.
And when I asked him for his most precious star in the sky,
God gave me you.
Where Have All My Peers Gone?
The Beauty of a Woman
Where have all my peers gone?
I've been looking for them for way too long.
We have an inherited obligation
To become the future of this nation
You say they're in the prisons?
Can you tell me for what reasons?
Theft? Drug abuse? Murder? Rape?
Shall this be this world's fate?
To be lead by ones with no sense of direction?
This world will die soon and never have a resurection
Our forefathers set out on a mission
One driven by dreams and ambition
They fought for half a millenium to achieve thier dream
Striving together, working as a team
They wanted for us to have a better future than they
So why don't we start on that road today?
Leave the carelessness and hatred behind
And keep your children's futures in mind
So next time when I ask, "Where have all my peers gone?"
I want the answer to be, "To create a future. To one we can all belong."
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a
woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly
gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with
passing years only grows!
This poem was written by my good friend William. He is EXTREAMLY talented in his own right (though he'd never admit it).
The Tears I Feel Today
Will  wrote this from the point of veiw of his RPG character Thadrien the elf
The tears I feel today,
I'll wait to shed tomorrow
Though I'll not sleep this night
I can't find release from sorrow
My eyes must keep their sight,
I dare not be tear blinded Free to talk,
not choked with grief, clear-minded,
My lips shall not betray the anguish that I know
I'll save my tears for later
But this grief will never go
Thadrien's poem
These are poems written by Beth Williams. She is a classmate of mine and also a friend.
Tree
Alarm
Outside in front of the Library
I see a tree that has twisted itself
It seems to reach upward to embrace whatever may fall
from the sky
It reminds me of an old cartoon I saw years ago
Or was it a dream in my youth
Perhaps it was a daydream of just yesterday
I don't know

It seems to dance
And as I watch the rain fall onto it's outstretched
limbs
I pause and think
"It's happy"
Is its happiness because of the rain
Or is it something much deeper within
Perhaps I shall never know
The secrets it holds within in its twisted trunk

I know not what kind of tree it is
But I know that it is lovely in the falling rain
Its arms lifted upward in a position of worship
Does the tree worship the sky, the rain, or the maker
of the rain and sky

The tree is dancing
It dances the dance of life
It dances for the love it perhaps will never have

It is just a tree says you
But to me it is a magical almost mystical being
I open my eyes to the sound of a loud noise
I stumble out of bed and try to turn off the phone
I turn the phone off and the noise is still there
I growl as I turn down the volume only to realize the phone has been turned off
The noise is still there and still very loud
This is not a sweet "beep, beep, beep" sound that might gently wake you from slumber
No this is the sound of metal grating upon a rock wall
A sound that the devil himself would cringe at, or perhaps smile at ones torment
I get tired of the loud noise and with a mighty jerk, tear the plug from the wall
The HORRID noise is still there, aggravating my nerves

I look up and there on a shelf is an alarm clock
I give a tired chuckle that has no mirth to it
I hit the "snooze"
: In the peace that has finally descended upon the room
I crawl back under covers and go back to sleep
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