Thoughts Thoughts, merely bubbles of possibilities Words, merely thoughts aloud, spoken spontaneously Actions, merely a way of conveying emotion physically So if it is merely that, Why does it hurt so much?

Silent A silent whisper of wind into the sky Butterflies of ash breathing a fiery lie The mingled breath of a creature about to die Silent yet louder than any words

Why Why did it end, when it was so fun, Has the sadness only begun? Why did the swallow get taken from the nest, As it's brothers cheap sad songs into their mother's chest, Why did you cry, when it was only a kick, It wasn't a punch, it was only quick, Why did the sun rise in the morning No worry can face that; there is a new day dawning

Every Day Monday, you wake up, clouds are grey, You really feel so gloomy today, Tuesday, you wish the week could fly, And the bad weather would say goodbye, Wednesday, you perk, it's the middle of the week, And the sun is here, through the clouds it peeks, Thursday, you smile, the weekend is near, And you really have a good day here, Friday, can barely wait, For the weekend that is not ever coming late.

Mini Me She has my nose, she has my hair, She looks like me, I really care, Her attitude, her wonky teeth, All of which came from me, Her reputation, was the same as mine, Her taste, I admit, is simply divine, The way she walks, how she drinks tea, She really is a mini me