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EarthClouds pass by,
I wounder at their beauty.
The Earth is a wonderous place.
It's full of beauty and wonder.
Snow lays undisturbed all around,
what a glorios sight.
My heart soars at the breathtaking beauty all around me.
The Earth is a wonderous place.
DreamI close my eyes,
I dream of how things were.
I dream of white Christmas'.
I dream of my childhood.
I dream of life before responsiblity.
Then before I know it,
the alarm brings me back.
Back to how things are.
Back to green christmas'.
Back to adulthood.
Back to responsiblity.
Back to reality.
HimHis hand finds mine.
A smile spreads across my face.
I feel light and happy.
My world feels complete.
He looks at me and smiles.
My heart soars.
We start walking,
and nothing else matters.
We reach our destination,
and my heart drops.
We must part now.
He leans down and kisses my cheek.
My heart lifts once more.
As I walk away my heart sinks,
grownded tell I see him once more.
WhirlwindMy life is a whirlwind.
Confliting thoughts and emotions swirl around me.
I can't make sense of them.
I try and fail to grasp them.
I'm traped in the whirlwind.
There's no way out.
I can't please everyone.
I'm traped in the whirlwind.
Someone stop the swirling thoughts.
Stop the whirlwind.
I am an IndividualRandom thoughts flash through my head,
I don't understand the world around me.
Since when did my life fall into a routine?
Why can't I break away?
The world tells me it's wrong to be different.
I don't think so.
I am different.
I broke away from the world.
I am an individual.
I feel trapedI feel traped.
The walls around me feel like a prison.
I feel the weight of invisible chains,
the bind me to a place I don't want to be.
The chains get heavier every time I try to be myself.
Why can't I be free?
Why does my home feel like a prison?
Who will set me free?
I am confusedI look at the world through confused eyes.
Why are people always trying to be better the someone else?
Why are our entire lives a contest?
I am confused.
Why do we only see our faults and not our strengths?
Why can't we just get along?
Why are humans such hipercrits?
Why do I see the world through eyes?
You tell me.
The Spirit of GodThe spirit of God feels so good,
I welcome the feeling of gladness that enters my heart,
as the calmness washes over me, my worries melt away.
I feel invisible arms around me.
I feel his love.
I am a child of God and he loves me.
That knowledge brings me joy.
I enjoy being a daughter of God.
The spirit of God feels so good.
I feelI feel so alone,
where are the loving arms around me?
I feel trapped,
who will let me out of my cage?
I feel confused,
why can't I be who I want to be?
I also feel lucky.
My friends wrap their loving arms around me,
my friends unlock my cage,
my friends let me be who I want to be.
I feel blessed,
to have such amazing friends.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
it was a broken sense of beautifulhis smile was like dust caught
in sunlight; more like a dreamy state
of being than reality, like the half-
remembered yesterday that still haunts your
memories because you
didn't want to forget how it
we'd lie on the floor with
slats of light shot across the ceiling, drinking
in the atmosphere
with windows propped open by
books and yellowed pages,
and by the time
we wandered into sleep, we were drunk instead
smell of roses --
he was a broken kind of beautiful, a
beautiful kind of flawed; love-letters, anonymous
and never sent littered
the dusty floorboards beneath his
of what we were before
love found it's way
back around; hours passed in a sunset haze
as my fingers ghosted over words
he'd written half-asleep, ink smudged on his fingers --
they say the music
comes when your heart's about to break, more
like a whimper than a bang; but i've
never heard a song so
sweet, and this sense of lovely has found it's home
inside my bones --
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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