

Thinking What to SayThinking what to sayThinking What to Say
Itachi-kun
Thinking what to say,
Do I tell her my feelings?
That is what I thought about this weekend.
I never figured out what to tell her,
And how to explain how I feel.
I thought that I should tell her.
But, how do I,
Can anyone tell me what to do?
Why do I have to worry about this so much,
Why does this matter so much?
I have so many questions,
But I never find the whole answer.
Just bits and pieces of the answers.
Which then


I amI amI am
by Itachi Kun
I am a loving and caring person with great ideas.
I wonder what we are going to become, and what is going to happen to me and my friends.
I dream that our planet will have no wars. that we will always be able to live on it, and that everyone will be able to get along.
I accept that if this is to happen we all will have to work very hard. Also that this far away. I accept my depression and all of my feelings.
I want no wealth, no fam, and no hate in the worl. I also want to be able to help the government get all of these things done.
I am a


Cold Fold in TimeCold Fold In TimeCold Fold in Time
By Itachi Kun
Within a cold fold in time, You were sleeping alone.
I fell back and let go of all of my faith.
Then I saw a memory of you smiling like a child.
And I remembered my faith.
The voice singing the song of prayer, Is about to shine its small light upon our path.
The promise of our future is close but, Yet distant.
Believing that I'll eventually reach that verdant morning.
I will embrace in the opening of the heavens.


WhyWhyWhy
by Itachi Kun
Why do some of the best people have so may problems?
Why does it take a disaster to make people realize?
Why can't we learn before we make the mistakes?
These questions I ask all the time now.
Why must kids face death?
Why does kids have their childhood cut short?
Why must kids get diseases and die?
These questions I never thought I would ever ask.
Why must we fight to be the best?
Why do we kill to make ourselves feel better?
Why is it right to kill a person that killed