My english teacher says
You **** at writing

My math teacher says
You're gonna fail

My history teacher says
Go to sleep

My science teacher says
Just get out

Yet they still want me to learn
*How am I supposed to do that?

I too believes I'll move on someday
Out of this love locked prison
It should have ended yesterday
But it won't till I know the reason

I won't get over the much we shared
I won't forget each and every beautiful song
How the hell can I forget you cared
In those times you swore It's to you I belong

It's obvious it will heal but leave a scar
That will constantly be a caution
To never blindly fall or trust a twinkling star
For when gravity acts earth and not space shall be my cushion

I'm aware I'll get over you with time
But like our, no other poem'll ever rhyme

I have been looking for my poem all day
I think she may have run away
She is lost of that I am sure
The details are a bit of a blur
Her and I went on a Google search
We wanted to do a little research
We disagreed about who wrote A Poison Tree
She thought it was Frost
I thought she was wrong
The search should not have took this long
We went to different poetry sites
I went to famous poets and poems.com
I don't know what went wrong
I recently browsed the computers history
I found some reference to  Expedia
I wonder if she felt the need to get away
If I called Expedia to find out if she booked a cruise
I would not know quite to say the problem is I had not named her yet
In the future I will have to remember to name a poem right away
I never would have guessed her desire to roam
If she desires to visit you ,could you let her know she is missed at home
I got the answer for what we disagreed on A Poison Tree by William Blake
I think in the future I should not argue with a poem
I want my poems to stay at home!

Once upon a time a writer with a mind that he utilized as a instrument.The designs inside his mind were magnificent.His significance were like none in existence.His arrogance was his ignorance.But the difference of this authors image was that this author was distant.Trapped inside his mind an by the devil he was tempted.His vision was the ignition he needed to upliftt him.The mission of his was to finish the beginning of his origin.The exhibit he invented was to bring him to his fate. The demons he faced were demons filled with hate. In any form an shape.But he keeps faith an hope and grace on his waist. Sheild of faith and a Holy Sword because it's a spiritual war.

Respect, a big thing, yet it's so hard to get.

Sometime you have to overcome the storm in your mind first.
Though letting go while trusting in the only help that you have.
Which is in the True Savior of the world, and universe Lord Jesus.
For only he can save us from the storms that each of us go through.
But we can still make it easier to go through it by laying down things.
That might be the very cause of the storm that you or I are going through.
Example going through divorce or homelessness is causing the storm.
Then you or I must lay down the marriage giving it to Christ.
Or laying down the reason example breakup why you became homeless.
In all things we must trust God and his plan in each of our lives.