You Only Spoke

Where is the law? Mr. President, you told us that your heart

is broken. But what happened yesterday is the last straw.

You cry and share the country's pain.  It's nice to

know you care.  But your tears won't wipe away

this stain.

How many more kids have to die? How many more 

shootings will there be?  How many more moms and 

dads have to cry?  We don't need any more tears.

We don't need any more words.  We've got

enough fears.

What is the right to bear arms worth when small

body bags are the end result?  The NRA abuses the second 

amendment just so they can have their guns.  That's just an insult.

Mr. President, the time for you to act is now.

If you're confused, don't worry.  America

will tell you how.  If you watch the news you

will see that these gun related crimes are on

a role.  This has to stop.  That's why we

want gun control.

Reach

I'm walkin' around lookin' up at

what I can't reach.  Pretty faces

fill the places I wish I could

be.  I was a child who no one

wanted to teach.  Now misery

is all I see.

Now I've grown and I'm trying to

give my life a jump start.  That's hard

to do when it's empty.  I need someone

with smile and an open heart.  I could

use some company.

I don't know much but I can poor my

soul into a song.  I hope it's gonna make

you see what's inside me.  How can that

be wrong? I hope it's gonna make you

love me.

By Eben Cooper

Procrastination of a Sonnet

How do I write a sonnet? Is there someone I can ask? I haven't written anything yet. It seems like a daunting task. I'm guilty of procrastination. I kept putting this off until later. For this poem; I lacked motivation. I was also distracted by sunny weather. I should've taken a writing class. I can't find my iambic-pentameter. I feel like an ass. I'll come back to this later. I need to focus like a crook. Time to log off of Facebook. By Eben Cooper