I sit upon a roof

High above the world below

In hopes one day

My problems will go

I here a man approach

He seems spiteful

He kicked a chair

almost to seeming to wallow

He notices my presence

And apologizes quickly

The moment we locked eyes

I new this guy was hefty...

That’s when they saw me

With a pencil in my hand

Because how dare I write with lead

And not some fancy man made pen

I want to draw with the pencil

With the ability to erase

But don’t you dare try to hide your face

What is written can not be undone

This was to protect the little ones

They called me a criminal

And say I commit crimes

If only I had a little bit of time

To draw with the pencil

With...

She was so tired but kept pushing on

She inspired others to sing her song

The lyrics she wrote went like this

“Be brave and walk until you are finished”

“Fight for what’s right and never stop”

“Fight and fight until you reach the top”

But her legs were so tried and her stomach was empty

But she kept going on knowing other expected

That she was fearless and never tired

But boy they were wrong, s...

The man with the umbrella in his hand

Faced much hate but they never would understand

That Even though he might look different

He was much kinder then the malicious

While the others laughed and pushed and shoved

He did his best to show some love

He protected the kind, the small, and slow

And payed no attention to those who didn’t know

That him the man with an umbrella in his hand

Knew more ...

To mend a writers broken heart

Maybe you need to make a fresh start

Or scrap an idea and try again

For a story can never really end

Or maybe all your need is a short break

To fix your hearts slow ache

To please your mind

Without an end, instead there had to be a moment of ease....