Another Thing

Well...school is almost out and not many people know this about me. I love riding motorcycles, i love the feeling of being free.
So heres another random poem:
This Motorcycle
The day was rough,
this house is to quiet,
I call you up,
you pull in, I hope on the back,
here we go,
down in first,
you pull out of my drive way,
now we are in second,
We hit the highway,
up in third,
the wind hitting our faces,
here we are in fourth,
the open road,
now we are in fifth,
the highest it will go,
how free we feel,
with no worries in our heads,
the open road,
the blue sky,
how free we are,
on this mototrcycle.

Those days and the memories

You know those days, life just gets so stressful. And it never seems to quite, the only thing you can do is cry. That is how I am. So heres another random poem,

I walk the empty hallways,
remembering the good times,
I glance at an old picture,
the five of us smiling as a family
I wonder where those days went.


I look up at the night sky,
remembering the times we spent,
up all night laughing jokes,
and making packs,
we would always be Friends till the end,
then one day,God called you up.

I take out an old photo,
a little girl,
only ten years old,
feeding her pet bunny,
the oddest part,
she was smiling,
I wonder where that smile hid?
I wonder why that little girl,
had to grow up to be sixteen,
with tears,
falling down like rain.