Lyndonhector

My Haiku Gentle Wave 1# A gentle wave wind With Leaves flying side to side The Wind gently leaves. The Fire burns 2# The fire burins with in With a wild fire it burn The Fire will burn. Rainbow 3#The Rainbow is bright As colorful as the moon Curving up then down. The Moon 4#The moon is rocky With its beautiful lightshow Oh rocky old moon. Tanka Sending my soul away To where the sun has sunk Behind the ocean What shall I do with my day? Left in the light

Change Nothing's changed except me and the facts And the happiness I didn't mean to start But it seems that I am way to smart Its right but I can't still see it Yet the fire burns in me So u can see that evil in me Even though it's time to play We said hey and good day. Not hurt--not allowed to feel hurt by that But you see that we love you in fact The evil doesn't burn any more And for the first time I understand what I want So I can prove u wrong in this world For you to see the evil doesn't burn any more No, not hurt, because what could scar is a part For I didn't touch you that hard for the scar The scar will stay there f

Tanka My soul Sending my soul away To where the sun has sunk Behind the ocean What shall I do with my day? Left in the light.

The End Cause I hear Voices in my head Wait did you see that the city is dead now Until that brick falls out the window everyone's dead Sitting alone in a cold on hungry world. Until the clock strike for its not the end of the world Cause I hear voices in my head Since the worlds about to end I think I am going insane in my head But with God on my side with all he has seen and read Until that brick falls out the window everyone's dead When you look up to the sky what do u see? You think you have enough time in your head but all you see is the color red Cause I  hear voices in my head You think your all big and tough in your head

Teachers are always the one that reach us They sometimes be sitting on the bleachers Cheering us Sharing us Class by Class I love how I go from first to last They help me past With a 80 by chance Notes I usually study But I don't do it without my buddy Teachers are always funny And some can just be mean and ugly The chubby ones always sit The skinny ones always move The ones with the crazy hair always style got grove You know it's true I had them ever since the 12th year And all I can say is nothing ever seems fair.

I love haters They always become my negotiators They always be watching my things sports illustrators Everytime I write a poem they are the commentators But I just let them go call them stimulators. Like Jimi Hendrix said "fame isn't easy" We all want to make it high like the rapper Weezy. So the haters try there best to put as down And we all accept the love that we think we found So we will ask the haters how the dose the bottom sound. To me haters are everything in life They are the reason for this poem so I dont think twice. Some might hurt you and call you names But when the fame come they all start yelling your name

I remember you came by my house one day and you just wanted to say hey, but I simply pushed you away. The way God formed you was like clay, when all he asked was for to obey. All I could do was feel happy until she slapped me, the zapped me with her love that never ends. You to me is like the shade from the sun it's too hot for me to run. You to me is like the snow outside, you make me shiver deep inside. So your like a off and on switch, which one shall be hitched. Which one will hurt more the love you gave me or the one that belongs to the whore. I put a lock on my door and a peephole to stay away from you people, or just to see who's at my

The Gift I came to give you a gift I said as the night shift As the wind blow the tree swift You looked at me and did a little sniff I looked back at you and started at the cliff If and only if you knew what it was I will treat you like heaven dose to a dove This gift didn't cost me much Just a few dollars no big bucks Then you looked at me kind of strange And you think I hope he didn't go to the dollar store and used a few change I looked at you and handed the gift And by your looks you looked stranded I walked to quickly and explained the attire You just threw it down and set it on fire I looked at you and called you a liar

Rhyming... It all depends on the timing I really like the beat Helps people tap there feet Move there hands Stand up and dance Just give me a chance ... No I'm not a raper But I love the way you fly with the paper Its called groove Not groovy or smoothie Its better to rhyme to a cutie.