His Eyes Are Truly Windows

I didn't even realize I hadn't posted in days. I've got a poem for you. Oh, I almost had a heart attack there. I though I lost this note that I write poems on during school. Which means someone somewhere in school would be having access to my personal thoughts, and I would have lost all my work. Really scary thought. Anyways here's that poem

his eyes are truly windows bare for all the world to see with every shade a different scene one of passion next righteous anger the love for you and me his eyes are truly windows with one glance you can see a soul among souls his heart on his sleeve

Okay so I just read this again and I don't think it really conveys everything I was trying to say.Oh well, hope you guys like it.

No one pays attention to the moon

standing six foot high he calls attention to the nighttime sky gloriously radiant in the darkened night you can see his childish smile peace fills cerulean blue eyes he grins at you then with one great sigh says "No one pays attention to the moon."

it's a one track sorta thing

it's a one track sorta thing so you read it. Did anything change? I didn't think so Did you have a good time? Hey! look at the sky tonight I've never burned so bright

Happy Mother's Day

This post is dedicated solely to mothers. I wrote the poem for my mom on mother's day a couple years ago.

A mother teaches everything from how to love, to how to pee. She teaches you how to be the very best person you can be. It's time now to give back to a mother that loved and cared Say I love you Mom, for that's all a mother wants to hear.