Poems

Epitaph:

Here she lies

handfuls of dirt

and a blanket of flowers covering her while she sleeps

shielding her from the cruelty of the world

the same cruelty

that put her to sleep

 Haiku:

With money and fame

How easy it is to lose

Who you really are

Terza Rima:

They may call you names
Make fun of the things you do
Hurt you yet feel no shame

Their words can reach your insides and cut though
A sharp slice inside
Leaving you to feel defeated and blue

Somehow this makes people satisfied
Tearing others down to make selves feel better
As they lack their own confidence inside

But the next time she makes fun of your sweater
Or he pushes you down the stairs
Do not let him and her

Wear what you would like to wear
Do what makes you happy
So what if it's different, other people shouldn't care