Sorry.

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile but I got wrapped up in school stuff and just didn't take time to post but oh well here are two poems that I wrote during free time in creative writing class.

Everyone says that honesty
is the best policy, but the
truth is that it is not
always what you should say.
at times we are meant to
hold our tongues or tell
a lie, we do this for
protection for ourselves
and for others.
Some do not like this
but others accept it.
In some cases it is good
to be honest whereas
other times it is better
to sit and hold in the truth.

....and here's the second poem.

Magic
What is magic?
Does it truly exist
in our world of
crime and war?
I believe that in
some ways
magic does exist.
It is tucked away
in the minds of
award-winning writers,
inside the very aspect
of childhood and what it means.
Magic surrounds the ones
who do not lose faith
that believe in what they have.
It inspires the greatest songs
and gives hope in times
of desperation.
Magic is not always
fairytales or or happy endings
it is the belief that
things outside of our reach
can become reality,
it is traveling to a
distant land in our minds,
finding wonder in the
things we do not truly
understand but that
we believe can happen.
Magic is a child playing
and making it up as they go.
It is around us even
when we choose not to see it.
Some may say magic does not
exist but they have
most likely fallen into
the trap that magic creates
for all of us in our lives.
I do not care what
others think of my belief,
it is what I hold to be true,
like a child believes that
anything and everything
is true magic.