2 Weeks

Bad things always seem to occur,
and always feel like a blur.
These two weeks are always the worst.
I think I might be cursed.

Nothing seems to go as planned
and they're always hard withstand.
My energy level goes down,
but I try to work around.

Everyone wonders why it's these two weeks
where I barely ever speak.
I'm not trying to be rude,
I'm just really not in the mood.

No one will ever comprehend
how much I go through in the end.
It's just way too complicated
and I don't feel accommodated.

I really wish I knew what to do.
There has to be something to get me through.
It's the last week of April and first week of May
That are always full of lousy and awful days.

Friends~Enemies

Friends

Nice, Friendly

Caring, Helping, Leaving

Peers, Buddies, Rivals, Foes

Hating, Despising, Alluding

Ignorant, Inconsiderate

Enemies

News

Boston Marathon,
North Korea Nuclear War.
Problems in the world.

Untitled

A way to release.
Poems express ones feeling.
A way to let go.

Me

I get annoyed easily,
I'm very hard to please.
I get mad quickly,
I'm not full of ease.

Although I try not to show it,
When you make me very mad,
But I do show it a bit,
And I know that's it's bad.

My personality is annoying
And I know that people hate me,
I know that they think I'm acting,
And I know that you agree.

I really should change,
As I know that some may say.
I know that my personality is strange.
But I'm not about to give way.

I am who I am
And I'm not about to change,
I like who I am
And I won't rearrange.

Life~Death

Life

Easy, Hard.

Experiencing, Living, Changing.

Sunshine, Soul, Grave, Cemetery.

Deceased, Leaving, Mourning.

Cold, Dark.

Death

The Haunted House

I stare at the house from a distance.
The lights are yellow and bright.
Like eyes staring at me in the night.

I slowly walk up the dirt path.
Through all the cobwebs and spiders.
The lights are on and glow brightly in the dark.
Shaking as if I'm a phone on vibrate.
I feel and hear my heart pounding.
                          Thump.                                   Up
                            Thump.                              Up
                              Thump.                         Up
                                Thump.                    Up
                                  I walk up the stairs.              
The stairs creek as I walk up them.
This house is a demon.
Intimidating and unsure when it will scare.
I ring the doorbell.

I'M GRABBED BY MY NECK AND THROWN INSIDE

and I NEVER return...