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Thanks

For life,
For great health,
For food and a loving family.
For friends
For the trees that provide shade
And Lilacs that smell as if they belong in heaven.
For the animals
For the safe house I call home,
And for school, a teacher of great knowledge for the future society.
And most importantly thanks for life.




Last of the Unicorns

It stands,
Silhouetted against,
A sparkling night sky of shooting stars.
A white unicorn,
The last of its kind.
It remembers the others
Running around with her in the forest
On the hot days
Their majestic hair flying behind them.
How safe she felt with all her friends.

But then they came.
The two legged beast,
The monsters of all old tales,
The humans,
How she hated them.

She ran
Not stopping
Faster and faster
Turned the corner
And… she was gone…
Into the unknown,
The majestic unicorn
That once stood silhouetted against a sparkling sky.





My Brother

A tiger that waits,
Stalking its pray.
Waiting for the longing feel,
Flesh between its hands.
It looks out of the bush.
Does its eyes deceive it?
No, a lone gazelle,
Is heading to the watering hole,
Not even two passes away.
It crouches as the gazelle gets closer,
A faint sound of a growl kicks in.
It attacks,
Slashing,
Snarling,
Teeth bare,
And… SPLAT.
The gazelle dodged laughing,
At the tiger covered in mud.
The tiger looks up,
And… burst into a fit of laughter two.


Captian Hook

People say I’m mean,
Scary and cruel,
But how would they feel,
If they had a hook for a hand?
Always being careful to,
Scratch their nose with the right hand,
Never being able to touch type,
And having a annoying child,
Who makes fun of you,
Because all you have is a hooked hand,
And a drunk crew.
Oh, how hard it is to get a job,
When you’re afraid of a clock,
(While I could run a zoo
But I’m afraid of crocs),
Will I got to go,
Pan is back again.



Music

So many different types
So many different styles
Rock, Pop, Blues, Rap
All different
Like people
Each telling a story
A story of history
A story of life

Running our lives
All way trying to impress people
Making friends
And ruining
How we dress
How we act
Everything is based on music.

School

Everyone has their own clicks.
Everyone imitating someone else
Enemies, friends
Boyfriends, girl friends
Everyone is the same

Breaks
People playing tonsil hockey
In-between classes
Holding hands,
Laughing,
Loving each other.

Classes,
Long,
People texting under desks
Teachers talking
Kids sleeping
No end to the day in sight

Lunch
Clicks meeting at a table
Everyone gathers
Food fights,
Jokes,
Fights,
Like a zoo.

Busses
Compacted,
Two parts
Front is quite
Back is loud
No escaping people

School
A place of love
A place of fun
Of friendship
Learning
And most important
A place to send kids
So parents can get a break.

Gods Love

Something most try to get,
But only a few achieve.
The thing that most people,
Never really is known.
This is with them all the time.
It is love and it is giving to us,
By god,
Who will stay with you,
Forever.
Trust him and love him,
As he loves and trust you.

Easter

Many of us celebrate this day,
With egg hunts,
And surprise visits…
From the Easter Bunny.
But how many of us,
Actually stop and think,
What we are celebrating,
On this holiday.
It’s not candy,
Or the Easter bunny.
Then what is it?
It’s the day,
That our lord,
Rose from the grave,
And joined his heavenly father.
We are celebrating the fact
That our lord saved us all.


Life

Full of exciment
Laughs everywhere
Never boring

Sudden darkness
Death spreading
Eyes closing

Why does something
So good
End so soon

Life is all
But a good day
Away