I remember my first 1,062 words,
Every syllable written with an sketch of my pain,
I remember the days
Where "words" helped me ease the pain.
         in this sentence I can't complain.
I owe it all to the lines
L I E
The truth into somewhat,
Only POETRY understands..
How it made me a man.
If poetry was your mouth piece
What would you stand
Foe?

RAISE UP YOUR FIST,
OR SHALL I SAY!
YOUR PEN!
EMPOWER THESE YOUNG, INSPIRING, INTELLIGENT WRITERS
Age does not mix between the lines.
Write.
Write.
WRITE.

-Words are powerful, don't stop writing.


  

                                                  ­          ©MH

Another day soon to end

Mind thinks back
Of what new it learned
Of memories captured

Heart remembers
Emotions felt
Moments to keep

As another day soon to end
Self tries to ponder
Is it a good day
Or a great day?

Let go of the hate,
in hours so late,
it's evil to know and
pretend it's not so,
The grave has been dug,
the coffin composed,
you don't want to rush
to conclusions just yet,
I bet, I bet, you know
it is wet,
keep eyes on the road
for you are in debt,
The snow will be melted
with a roll of the dice,
keep eyes on the road
and       obey the advice.