I wander, and ponder, to silly little rhymes.
Not depressing, Not happy, yet just plain silly at times.
I love silly, it's a pretty strange word,
Not bad, not sad, just in the middle.
=)

In this world, I look like it's alive.
That's really all i can say.
I used to see it as dead, decayed...silly! ^_^

Mistakes die, and sink into the ground.
Your past blows away, like some damn irony in a bad movie.
A lovely cliche, for every thing gone.
No beautiful words, or elegant rhyme, Just facts.

My head has rhymes, beautiful words wrapped in flowers.
Images of horror, of fields of wonder.

No bother to say here, i say.

Just a blank mind i have made, or no good, no bad.
A blank brick wall of internal emotions and moods.

I"ll smile, ill laugh, ill cry, ill whine. ill help, ill fix

Simply put, I"m someone now.
Just broken apart, on purpose.

With no rhymes, i say i'm happy. 
just now not one person.

Just a few. Quite litterally to a point. :D

the end.

Rhymes and skill appearing next poem