if only I could show you
the beautiful flowers
I wish you could see
how you kill me
sun
showers
wonderful bees
I can’t wait to see
your funeral upon me
Poems
Internet
Dear internet
I want to tell you
I hate you
you made me self conscious
you made me cry
every day since I was 5
you made me bully those around me
you made me something I’m not
so I hope you’re happy!
Dear internet, please
you were the one that made me suicidal
still
am
so before go I wanted to tell you
I hate you
I hate you
Internet
A Heart
we all have it
we all need it
but yet we don’t use it
we walk past those with misfortune without a second glance
we don’t spare the time to help others
so we might as well be heartless
if you are one of many stop and think
we all have heart
so use it
and let life do the rest
We Are Humans
No one is a criminal
No one is an addict
No one is a failure
No one is wrong.
But we all are human
so please see on.
Don’t care about religion
Don’t care about fame.
Don’t care about the race
Don’t care about Face
But we all are human beings
So please see on.
If you really care about us,
The human race,
Then why don’t we see what’s right?
Why don’t we see the light?
There is so much war,
so much hatred,
Why can’t we be as one?
Stay With Me
Stay with me,
till you die.
Stay with me,
till I say goodbye
My Name is Tyler
My name is Tyler
I have lots of friends I like
Everyone is nice
My grandad is so nice
How Mother Nature Feels
Mother Nature was happy in those times
She loved the way the sun would shine
Blinding white against a tranquil blue sky
Wisps of cloud floating up high
But now the sky is dull and grey
Smoke and dust everywhere,
“Doesn’t anyone care about me?”
Cries Mother Nature in despair.
Nature’s cover of trees
Has given way to a jungle of concrete
Global Warming is to blame
For the rising heat.
Mother Nature has given us so much,
Is this how we should pay her back?
My Weird, Weird Brother
I have a strange brother
And he does weird things
He likes to dance in the open
And also likes to sing
He wears my mother’s clothes
And they come down to his feet
He likes to keep his face dirty
And loves to keep his feet neat
He sometimes wears my dresses
My trousers and pants
And sometimes he’s happy
When I add a few ants
My brother is so weird
But at least there’s one good thing
His clothes, they never get old
And they always remain new!!!