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I am a Artist / Poet.
I write rhymes and line than paint and castles in the sky,
I paint senses with poems that tell a story, a story about a little boy who cries out to the ocean cause he's to you to understand that why did god take him mommy like way the waves pull in and out on the shore.
I am a artist / poet.
I write words that chase the suns raises.
I paint picture of a warm sunny days where the flies don't fly cause it's to hot to move and your trying to keep cool.
I am a artist / poet.
I write you love poems, forgive poems, i don't care poems.
I paint you good moods and bads moods, out of the moment moods.
I am a Artist / Poet.

He gave us no choice.
Not a chance for our lives.
We couldn't survive this last test of fate.
We were still to young to have your lives gone.
This boy became our reaper,
What right did he have to take all of our lives.
This boy who has suffered just like all of us,
It's to bad no one got to him and stopped him in time.
Now our souls are in heaven and though we see you cry,
please don't forget the good times that we had.
We may be gone and have done our time on earth, but we still remain in spot, you're heart and no one can take that away.
It's time like these we all stick together, our neighbor, our brother and some guy named Tom.
As you look at the people who stand beside you, or even behind you, maybe even all around you. These are the people who love and care for you.
It maybe to sad to say you're goodbyes, and as times goes on it won't be the same, but be thankful that your love one is with him, our God and our savorer Jesus.

Every minute of the day
All i want is for someone to notice me
Say hi to me and spend some time with me
All i want is someone who would cry with me

Everyday it's Judgment Day
Everyday i have to walk alone
A moment where i look at myself in the mirror and i hate being me

When you ignore me my insides begin to tare apart
When you say mean things to me you pull me down
when you judge me, you send me to the darkness

I'm set into sorrow
I'm pushed into depression
I've become my fear
I've been made into a different shape like i was clay

You made me hate
you made me abandon you
you made me into what you wanted me to be

You sit on me like a hot potato.

I hate you worse then anything that's ever jumped on me!

Your nagging is the tugging and pulling on my back.

I can't sleep with you in the room.

I toss and I turn. I toss some more, but you do not move.

I give you a reliever but yet you still refuse to go!

I am stressed out so much my hair is standing on end.

You follow me every where I go.

You follow me to school, and just at the moment I wish you'd go follow someone else you shake me up and knock me down!

You are on my back and you are wearing me down!

But yet you don't care, your doing what you do best and that's to make my life worse then it was before.

I know your game.

I know that your good days are my bad days and your bad days are my good days.

I know where you like to ling the most and even though you might not think it, but I know that I'm your worst nightmare!

Cause you know if it wasn't for me you'd have no place to go and therefore there wouldn't be you lingering, living off of me.

I know that we may not ever be, but this crushful lust is still inside of me.

If we never meet again, let me say I always liked you best; it's always been that way, here inside my chest.

Just a glance makes me blush, which makes me melt like slush.

Just one hug from you is so much better then from someone with the flu.

My jealousy has taken me over when I see her, the one who tries to win you over.

The one with a boyfriend; the first year whom I call a whore.

I try not to let you know, but I think I love you so, but how could I say so if I need to know you more.

I need to know do you know me too and see me like I see you too?

My urge to reach out to you has increased within each day, but I know not to if the some feelings were not there.

I want to stop thinking about you and my feeling for you because as I continue, I begin to make myself blue.

I fear you laughing at me if I decided to confess my feelings for you, This is my anger, this is my fear, this is my passion, my feelings inside my chest. This is why I'm afraid to show my feelings, my feelings for you.

Some of you may already know, and some of you may not, But I have been living with my past Two year Struggling with the deadly virus known as Staph Infection. Though I only had MSSA, unlike MRSA which is more drug resistant, it’s just as bad. It was February 2006 when I was first diagnosed with Staph infection. I had just had a back surgery for hunched back in January and had been home for a week. I did not know what is was. I was oozing out infection and I had a high fever and very sick to my stomach. I went to the Emergence Room. I did not know what would happen if I hadn’t gone to the hospital. I was stuck on machines for a week. Little did I know, the infection never went a way for the year that I was being treated. In my school year of 2006-2007 I was constantly sick. I was in such pain as I walked through out the school. After graduation in mid July, I found a big lump on my back. The rods in my back from the surgery had let lose from the infection and cause a huge puss ball to form. I spent my most of summer in the hospital. I went though all the surgeries I had gone through the first time. This second time around I had been more informed about what was going on. I have been recently told that no longer have Staph in my blood and soon will be going through a week of blood tests off the medication to see if my body is ready to stop taking the medication. I recently heard on the news that my high school had MRSA through out the school and still able to catch a staph infection again, I’m constantly worried that I will get MSSA or MRSA once again. I want to be an active person but the more I find out about Staph, the more I get concerned.