The Ugly

It's so easy to see
That all that one cares for
Is them self.
It's so easy to see
That they believe
They are above others.
They are the kind of people
That nobody really likes,
That others try to avoid:
The rude, conceded
The haughty, inconsiderate
The ugly.

Erin Wetherill 2011

Fly away with me my DOVE
to a forbidden land where SKITTLES meet the rainbow
Lay under the MILKY WAY with me
And lets gaze at the STARBURST together
Just you and me, SWEET BLISS
I want to share your KISSES
When the moon begins to ECLIPSE
We'll be in each other's arms
Your all the PAYDAY I'll ever need
I always knew how much of a SWEET TART you could be.
NOW AND LATER, always and forever
There are ZERO people like you
Your my LIFE SAVER in this unforgiving world
I love all your SNICKERS
And I feel bliss when wrapped in your BUTTERFINGERS
I wouldn't trade you for a 100 GRAND

Robert Fox ♥

Note: Pay attention to the capitalized words.

Repeat

Living through
The daily routine
Listening to
The same old thing
I'm getting tired
Of doing the same thing
Repeatedly
It gets old
And it gets boring
There are very few times
When something new
Is given up
I would rather
Sleep the day away
Instead of
Repeating the day
Over again

Note: I wrote this poem while I was still in high school and didn't get a chance to type it up yet. I found it today while looking for a recipe for a foreign dish that I have stashed somewhere around my room.

Dream Traveler's Log 2

Come now children let's go away
There is much much more to see today
Hurry up no time to rest
Let's follow this path up to the crest

Here is the big town full of sin click your safeties pull your pins
Money is tight and hard to find
Houses gone the papers signed
The water is bright shines with a glow
Just don't drink it (you don't want to know)
The lack of feeling in the air
Everyone here feels our despair
Cops are dirty and so corrupt
They end your walking quite abrupt
This is no place for the small
One wrong move and then you'll fall
Next up people we enter the slums
I warn you now don't feed the bums

Robert Fox ♥

Dream Traveler's Log 1

Come with me child and take my hand
I will show you my strange land
Where nothing in quite what it seems
Here within the land of dreams

The people are free but their faces stitched
Eyes that don't see and brains that are ditched
The flowers are pretty and smell real sweet
But the odor and fumes in your nose they eat
The houses are slanted and held up by lies
The rivers are filled with pain and heartfelt cries
The animals are angry and eat our young
But we destroyed their homes what'd done is done
This land is not magic not made of hope
This land is your hookers, thieves, and dope
This is the land of your own making
From the dreams and the lives of the people your taking

This is your twilight.

Robert Fox ♥

Come with me and take my hand
I shall show you my magic land
Where nothing is quite what it seems
Here inside the land of dreams

The water glitters from side to side
Like smiles from a happy bride
Secrets to your ears I confide
The kind deep kept ones I hide
The whisper of soft sayings in your ears
My comforting grasp soothing your fears
My shoulder for crying all your tears
Holding you while the end draws high
Our lives happy spent our souls will fly

Robert Fox ♥

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