My family and I went to dinner a little while ago at a pizza restaurant, and my cousin and I thought our waitress was really nice and very attentive so we wrote her this "Love Poem" as just like a little joke and for fun. Shout out to my Cousin Cade!!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Thanks for the rootbeer,
And the pizza too.

Your graceful blonde hair,
Rids me of despair,
Like life without care.
And the pizza too.

Your beautiful brown eyes,
You're an angel in disguise,
Dolphins make me think of you
 And the pizza too.

Your refills are speedy,
When our thirst is needy,
Will you marry me Jessica,
And the pizza too.

Control

I was a misunderstood kid.


I was about to blow the lid.


Not making one good decision.


Messing up with perfect precision.


But, what I've realized,


Is that it's really hard to mess up with great friends.


People who truly don't care about stupid trends


People who don't let me become a wreck.


Friends who keep me in check.


These are what my friends are like.


How about yours?


Are they helping you to make good decisions,


Or pushing you to make the bad ones?


Are you letting them?


It's time to take a look at your life.


Look,


If you're not in control,


Take back the role.


Stop handing people the wheel!


It's time for you to drive!


Take back your life.


Become stronger through the strife.


Get rid of the bad, and the sad.


It's time to fix your life.

When we were born.

What if when we were born,

You received a blank canvas that changed with your actions?
One simple painting that described who you really are?

What would you do with your painting?


Would you put it out for all those to see,


Or keep it in hiding?


Would it be a beautiful work of art full of light,


Or a demented look at the future blight?


Maybe something you try to hide in your closet?


Or of you looking similar to a prophet?


Is this painting something you're proud of?


Could someone look at it and see love,


Or are you filled with hatred?


What in your life makes the painting hideous?


Why do you think you can't change?


What is it you need to rearrange?


Look at your painting;


It will tell you what's wrong,


What you need to fix.


Don't worry,

They don't play any tricks.

There's a pain in my stomach, and my heart.
No, not by a girl. not by a friend,
But someone much closer to me.
I've heard a saying 'the people closest to you will hurt you the most so just make sure they're worth the tears.'
I never really did understand it.
I don't think I ever will.
But for some reason the ones closest to me LOVE, 
Toying with all of my most important emotions,
Tearing out my stomach and everything near it.
They think it's fun to see the blood as it spit.
I'm not sure if i can take another hit.
I'm not sure if I should walk away, or stay and fight.
Where does love and hatred cross?
Love and hatred are supposed to be polar opposites.
Not the way I have seen them.
Based on what I've seen,
Sometimes it's even possible to switch the two words and get the SAME exact point across.
Why is it that we sometimes tell the ones we love, that we hate them?
Why?