WYSIWYG= What you see is what you get

Rotten Apples

From the Corners of my eye,
Just as I was passing by.
Some hanging things I did see,
Scraggy and weathered looked to me.

I knocked that apple to the ground,
It hit quite hard with a thumping sound.
It was bruised and battered all over it,
I really didn’t want to admit.

I picked it up for later to eat,
For a midnight snack or small lunch treat.
I was scared of course because of its taste,
A day went by and then I faced.

That apple I had saved to eat,
Though bruised and old it tasted sweet.
Its not appearance or where you grow,
But what’s inside that counts you know.

True Love

What does true love,
Mean to us these days.
Is it really long lasting,
Or just a small faze.

Is love like water,
Flowing throughout.
Or is it like a boulder,
Unbreakable, no doubt.

Love should be cherished,
Until you find the one.
So you can get married,
As a new fellowship begun.

Does it last forever,
Or break away fast.
Sometimes it lingers,
And some times it will last.

Waiting might break love,
Fastness might take it away.
Let it last a long time,
Not letting it stray.

It's usually so beautiful,
An unbearable sight.
Two people together,
Lovingly so tight.

You should secure it real good,
Keep it safely in your heart.
Never let it die,
Keep it going like the start.

If it is true love,
It will truly not drift.
Don't let it pass too quick,
Because sometimes, its a gift

The Rose

There once was a girl named Rose,
She was beautiful from her head to her toes,
With her dazzling red hair,Which gave everyone a stare,
That was the girl named Rose.

There once was a girl named Rose,
She wore the darkest of green clothes,
But even during the night, Without any light,
That was the girl named Rose.

There once was a girl named Rose,
She was angry and broke somebodies nose,
She would scrape you with a thorn, And show you a scorn,
That was the girl named Rose.

Money

Money,
Change,
Clothes,
Shoes,
Girls,
Shopping,
Cart,
Golf,
Club,
Bat,
Bird,
Branch,
Tree,
Maple,
Syrup,
Aunt,
Colony,
Group,
People,
Humans,
Needs,
Money,

Daily Routine

I woke up in the morning,
ahhh,
i went to the bathroom,
thump, thump,
i brushed my teeth,
brish, brush,
rushed down stairs,
creak, thump, creak,
ate my breakfast,
munch, crunch,
ran outside the door,
slam,
I went through my lawn,
ch,ch,ch,ch,ch,chshshshsh,
Grabbed my bike and went to school,
Bring, Meoowwww,

Who Am I?

I am....

The Prince of Peace, Savior, Holy One, King of Kings,
Son of God, Redeemer, Lord of Lords, Son of David,
The Peace Maker, Capstone, Cornerstone, Deliverer,
Good Sheperd, Great High Priest, Immanuel, Hope,
Image of God, Last Adam, Our Rightiousness, The
light, Word, His only begotten Son, Jehovah, Yaway,
Branch, Christ Lord, Friend Head of the Church...

My Lord Jesus

Poppies

Flying, floating,
Through the breazing cold.
Heads thinking straight,
Hearts made of bold.

Unbreakable hopes,
Of staying alive.
Families wating,
With faith on the thrive.

Many souls dying,
Many souls dead.
Our victories won,
Because many men bled.

Cannons exploding,
Bodies flying past.
Friends hurting bad,
Because of a blast.

The war was dying itself,
The battle a snag.
Winners were proud,
When waving their flag.

The poppies now grow,
Where the bodies once lay.
Where the men fought hard,
With skies of gray.

Teachers After School

Teachers are scary,
Teachers are cruel.
But what in the world are they,
Right after school.

Maybe...

They turn into monsters,
And give you a fright.
Or turn into zombies,
And walk off at night.

Or Even...

They stay up all night,
And do extra math.
So in the morning at school,
They'll show you there wrath.

Could

They cook their class,
Always having kid stew.
The rumors are that,
Tomorrow it's you.

ZzZzZzZz...

Its time to wake up,
Out of that silly old dream.
I least I think it was,
As so it would seem.

Bring...

There goes the bell,
Behind the door I'll wait.
The big room of 214,
Decides my falling fate.

Matt