Life is like a fun house.
Each person has a mirror of there own that they stand in front of.
Ever mirror is twisted and curved in some way that makes that person special.
My mirror is completely straight; no special twist to it.
I might as well have been the refection…
A quiet street
No one was around to see me,
Not anyone.
I then notice the street sign,
Hollow Road.
I peered into one of the empty buildings,
And saw darkness, nothing else was here.
Just darkness.
The only light came from the weary glow of the lamppost.
I heard a crash sound from some where behind me.
What was that?
I started to walk down the street.
More noises.
I start to run.
I felt like I was being chased.
But every time I look over my shoulder,
There isn’t a soul to be found.
I’m tired now.
My legs ready to collapse.
I stop to catch my breath,
On another quiet street.
No one was around to see me.
I then noticed the street sign,
Hollow Road.
This poem is the first sad poem i ever wrote in 7th grade.
And yes, it is very sad 
I awoke from my nightmare,
To find it came true,
I wiped the blood off from my face,
Knowing it’s from you,
I walked into the kitchen,
You were lying on the floor,
I stared at the bloody knife,
Wishing for no more,
I wiped away the tears from my eyes,
Hoping I would die,
I never thought that I could do this,
All I did was lie…
Deeply dreaming
Stars are beaming
Your gazing eyes
Under dark skies
Four letter word
I finally heard
Midnight peace
Soft fuzzy fleece
Caressed hands
Sunset lands
Twilight hours
Not mine; ours
Moon is bright
Its only night
Lets share it together
You and I forever
I am missing something dear to my heart,
It was better than anything else I see,
What I missing is lost; gone.
What is lost won’t be given back to me.
What I lost was special,
Something that came from the past,
But deep down inside it wasn’t meant to be gone,
Because what I lost won’t ever last.
What I lost was more important,
Than wining a game or being on time,
What I’m missing is gone forever
The loss is worse than owing a dime.
What I lost was worth more than gold,
It was something I was truly proud of,
What is and always will be,
What I lost is love.