The Point

Words of Poetry
Flowing deep inside of Me
Wishing My Fate
Only to be Great

While Cold hard Reality
Clotting Up inside of Me
Wishing they’d only see
The Point so Beautifully

When they do Look
Only to be Mistook
I try to express myself
Only to be shaken from my shelf


One united problem
No one solution
The sky is torn
We have been warned
Still we continue
with our pollution

Without a care
Spewing garbage everywhere
and in the air

I’ve no room to talk
I’ve become apart of the plot
Just by starting my car
I’m contributing to the friendly sky’s
And if you say your not
My friend your full of lies.


I read a book of poetry
It said things like,
“There’s nothing lovely as a tree”.
But the words I see
That are my own
Are hard and rocky
Made of stone
Slowly I’ll chisel
Till what I write is known
and their beauty shown.

The Melt Down(as in Nuclear)

Its ten years since the melt down
I’m still alive
I should be happy
Some might say that
I’m the lucky one

I stare in disbelief
I ponder constructing my own death
I feel as if there is no other relief

Wondering why has god pick me
Among so many
The family I once had
Is now just a painful memory
Their graves I walk by
Much to numb to cry

There are others alive
Who still try to thrive
But if even to give birth
To nothing but molten deformities
All I can give is my worthless pity

Why were we so stupid and naive
I ask god to forgive humanity

Sometimes when I sleep
I think that I will wake
From this horrible fate
but alas it’s as real
as my peeling flesh
and the sores I feel