I wrote this because I thought it would be funny to have a serious poem suddenly turn absurd. Rating: Good Sleeping Green A pinhole size ray of sun Pierces through the clouds Displaying a heavenly and glorious above Wearing its white-puffed shrouds The morning dew settles in And moistens my hands and face I blink …

This is another poem about aforementioned girl that made a big impact on my life. The title’s kind of creepy now that I look at it. Rating: Okay Personal Savior Don’t become like them Don’t become like them The world tells me to take advantage, to become exactly what I am not I’m better then …