Taken Away

When I was alone, I longed for you
Just for a conversation
But you would always see straight through me
Even without persuation

I'd hoped for you to say those words
That would make me feel better
But now I see that they're aren't coming
Now or in forever

So I moved on, away from you
And I hate that I had to leave
I needed support to make it through
Someone who would want me

And now you see things differently
Now that I'm no longer yours
You want me back, back, back to us
Something that was never ours

Because you cannot have me
You found me as an interest
But once I am alone again
I'd be the one that you would detest

Our friendship has corrupted
And our closeness, well destroyed
I can see that me to you
You were the child, and I the toy

Every time we'd become close
You put us back on hault
But know this true, twas up to you
And thus it was your fault

If I let it fall, the last tear drop
That has waited in my eye
Know that it is not meant for you
And all I give you is a goodbye

My Locker

I broke a pencil

And two of my pens

I lost a notebook

That I was lent

I found a book

But it's not mine

A broken watch?

No way to tell time

A folder blue

Next to the turquoise

Crumpled up papers

And lots of small toys

Half of a scissors

A marker, no cap

A worn out glue stick

And a bright yellow tack

Stubbed my finger

It really hurt

I even found

A pile of dirt

Cracked screen on

My calculator

J Biebs poster?

I really hate her

My math book

Lost it's cover

How'd that happen?

Hmm, I wonder

A shivering ice pack

Cold as a rock, burr

Amazing how this all

Took place in my locker

Summer

Flowers are blooming

Colors are arising

And grass has grown up from the ground

Beaches are crowded

Long sleeves? I doubt it

Searching for sun now is found

Water is a plenty

Children are a many

Enjoying happiness under the sun

Umbrellas for shade

And a sweet summer date

Is just the beginning of fun

Frozen food is a must

With sprinkles and lust

But wait! That's just the beginning

Swim suits are pulled out

With flip flops about

To get ready to go and go swimming

Three months of vacation

No time to be wastin'

For school starts up back in the fall

No time for the slopping

So time to get shopping

We're right down the street from the mall

Jumping for June

For sure! Seen you soon

But wait we still have July

August is here waiting

Flings are a dating

And no one is wondering why

Let's get to what we said

No time like the present

Come on, let's do something with it

Build sand-men and reindeer

Being children all queer

And reach and push to our limits

Only one last thing

For joy to bring

Of our marvelous wonder

 Is for someone to say

What a great day!

So that we can enjoy our summer

Before you Awoke

When I was sleeping

I had a very odd dream

You'd think it's a nightmare

The way I would scream

Stranded and alone

So solemnly sitting

Waiting for someone to come

Someone so witty

But yet and alas

I am here yet again

With no one along

Not a single friend

When I was sleeping

I had a very odd dream

You'd think it's a nightmare

The way I would scream

Abandoned and freed

Deserted alone

Just waiting to wake

Wanting to come home

 But this life I live

Dearly and dirt broke

Was all just a dream

Before I awoke

One, Two, Three, Go

One, two, three, go

Start of running

Sprinting

Faster

One, two, three, go

Tell no one where

Just run

Go

One, two, three, go

We'll miss you

Goodbye

Leave

One, two, three, go

No need for sad

Tears in your

Eyes

One, two, three, go

See you soon

Come back

I hope

One, two, three, go

You are not alone

Frightened

Go

One, two, three, go

I'll be there in a

Day or two

Soon

One, two, three, go

I'm coming, I left

I'm coming

For you

One, two, three, go

I am almost there

Can you see me

Yet

One, two, three, go

I am here for you

I always have

Always am

One, two, three, stay

We are here,

Together

Free

Summer is Here!

Flowers are blooming

Colors are arising

And grass has grown up from the ground

Beaches are crowded

Long sleeves? I doubt it

Searching for sun now is found

Water is a plenty

Children are a many

Enjoying happiness under the sun

Umbrellas for shade

And a sweet summer date

Is just the beginning of fun

Frozen food is a must

With sprinkles and lust

But wait! That's just the beginning

Swim suits are pulled out

With flip flops about

To get ready to go and go swimming

Three months of vacation

No time to be wastin'

For school starts up back in the fall

No time for the slopping

So time to get shopping

We're right down the street from the mall

Jumping for June

For sure! Seen you soon

But wait we still have July

August is here waiting

Flings are a dating

And no one is wondering why

Let's get to what we said

No time like the present

Come on, let us, let's do something different

Like sand-men and reindeer

And be children all queer

And reach and push to our limits

Time to get going

For fun is not knowing

In playing and jumping so dear

Now watch out 

Don't back out

Because summer is finally here!

Lost

Author's Note:

This is a poem/renewal of Panic! at the Disco's Sarah Smiles

I was fine just a girl living on my own,

Not even turning on my phone

Then you called and changed my tone

Oh;

Ruby lips and the eyes that pull me in,

We both know you've already win

Playing me just like a sin,

Then,

You fooled me once, wasted my time now honey,

You fooled me twice with your lies, took my money

Oh he smiles like oh he doesn't care,

He lives in a world so unaware,

Does he know that my destiny lies with him

Trying not to enjoy your kiss

Before you were on your way

They

Tried to tell me that you wouldn't stay

Even then you left and went your own way,

I don't mind, take your time, I got things to do,

Besides sitting here waiting for you,

But I wish that you don't too,

You,

You fooled me once, wasted my time now honey,

You fooled me twice, with your lies, took my money

Oh hey smiles like oh he doesn't care,

He lives in his world so unaware,

Does he know that my destiny lies with him,

Don't you know you are killing me inside

Just taking all my time,

Forgetting you was right

To take back all my pride

You left me astray, but I say

Oh he smiles like oh he doesn't care,

He lives in his world so unaware,

How can he even live, when my destiny lies with him?

Stand Out

Be yourself and don't change

In this world you can win it

Shoot far the stars

Cuz' the sky is the limit

Dreams: they aren't far

But you still have to try

Never second guess

And never wonder why

Don't let where you come from

Decide where you'll go

Reach for goals

If you don't, you'll never know

Be true to your thoughts

In a planet filled with plastics

Come up when you fail

If you don't you can pass this

Think about your heart

And what you'll live without

Be who you are

Come on and just stand out

Our Love

Author's Note:
This is a poem that was inspired by Demi Lovato's My Love's Like a Star

Our love's like a home

I know where to go, to come back to us

Our love's like a penny

It may be small, but it's just enough

Our love's like a star

You can't always see it, but you know it's there

Our love's like a mother

You don't always know it, but they always care

Our love's like a comet

It burns bright in the moment, but then it's gone

Our love's like a child

Happy and playful, but on their own

Our love's like a tower

Sturdy and strong, overlooking all

Our love's like a dancer

Moving in air, and will never fall

Our love's like a kingdom

And we're in the palace, where we belong

Our love's like an artist

Singing a verse, to our favorite song

Our love's like a story

Just from the beginning, continuing on

Our love's like a puppet

Where we hold the strings, for every pawn

Our love's like a danger

Without any caution, together we'll fall

Our love's like a faith

You just have to believe, to have it all

Dark

Not looking out of a window

In fear of what you think you'll see

Not walking by yourself out side

In fear of who you might meet

Not turning off all of the lights

In fear of what you might find

Not creaking down your basement steps

When it is close to night time

Not listening to your rational thoughts

In fear ghosts may be real

Not doing these petty attempts

By some inner, type of feel

Not letting one toe escape your blanket

In fear of someone else is near

Letting your self be afraid

When what scares you is your fear

When nothing is to see

You're scared from your head, down to your heart

And even the most rational mind

Can play tricks on you in the dark

Ignorance

Author's Note:

This is an essay about how everyone alive is ignorant to some extent.

How would you define ignorance? Would it be being naive, being arrogant, or having down-right stupidity?  Every day we see people we never even knew existed; they drive down streets, talk on pay-phones, and at some point, they are going to endure their ways into our lives.  But how much about other people or places do we really care about?  Our immediate lack of knowledge, and no further pursuit to gain knowledge, is a mistake that we are burdened  to live with: this is our ignorance.  Every human being alive is burdened with ignorance to some extent, no matter who you are, what you are, or however old you are. 

What would be your immediate reaction to an uncleanly, hooded African American walking down a busy street?   As much as we do not want to admit it, we think negatively about the subject, and do not wish to look further.  Maybe the man lost his job, therefore lost his home and has been unable to bathe for a week--our minds' inability to comprehend this at first sight is considered ignorance.  We want easy. We don't want questions, because questions lead to answers that need more questions. 

Certain people are allowed to not have to answer these questions, such as parents.  A parent has the gift of permitted ignorance.  They do not always want to hear that there twelve year old daughter has a boyfriend, they do not want to hear that their child failed a math test, and they definitely do not want to hear their child's opinion.  Ever.  Their ignorance is accepted in our current society, but is still ignorance none the less.

The worst type of ignorance is sheer stupidity.  Someone who does not know something, and has no desire to learn it.  "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."  This quote, by Martin Luther King Jr., illustrates how hazardous stupidity can be.  The lowest minded people, the ones who will not open their minds up to suggestion and knowledge are the ones who frighten our world with unplanned ideas and overzealous thought of structure.   If our world was built off of lower minded people, we would be unable to grow off of mistakes, and learn from our past.  Stupidity is the worst kind of ignorance because not knowing is one thing, but not choosing to learn is a flat out mistake.

Ignorance.  How would you define it? Think: would you be able to be labeled with this title?  Every human being is, to an extent, ignorant.  No matter where you started or ended, grew up or grew old, we are ignorant.

Horse

Author's note:
This is a poem on how horses appear through my eyes. I know it's a little silly and really far from the truth, but I just do not like horses.

Galloping on down a path

Spreading off it's evil wrath

It spit and spat

And looked like that

And hurt more than doing math

It skipped right through my new gate

It hit me down and made me late

It ran down houses

It kicked my mouses

It made me really start to hate

This beast bucked and rawred

This creature jumped and soared

It flew and crashed

And stomped and mashed

I felt as though it was quite bored

Maybe I should feel it pity

I wish it was small like a kitty

But it left and sung

Till there was none

For it moved to another city

Echo

Author's Note:
This is a poem that I wrote trying to show how people remember all negatives that occur, but forget positives.  The domino effect of, if you did something one week, then one time the next, someone remembers that, but forgets all goodness you did in the 14 as well.

I wish my actions sounded louder

Than what I forgot to do

I wish my begging for forgiveness

Was something you could give into

I wish my words did not just melt on you

That they would come off strong

I wish that you would see when I was right

But no, I'm always wrong

I wish that my talents pushed ahead

Of what I cannot do

I wish that my absence in earlier years

Would make up for seeing you

I wish my silence of me so far

Didn't hold me up for who I am now

I wish you could see inside my heart

If only you knew how

Presenting

Your eyes do not know where to look

Your head is buzzing with nerves

You find your body shaking

Your legs are trembling

Your voice cracks

Your thoughts run away

Your fingers tap your sides

Your waist sways from side to side

Your mind forgets everything you knew

Seashells

Lying on the beach

Shining in the summer sun

Breaking under feet

Curiousity Killed the Dog

Author's Note: This is my prediction piece for The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.

 

Losing your mother, a beloved pet, and your father's sense of urgency: all three of these factors have contributed, and will continue to contribute, to young Christopher's life.  Christopher has autism and is very logical and sees life in groups, patterns, numbers, sequences, and details.  He has always been kind and respectful and has yet to tell a lie.  These traits made it a very scheduled healing process after the loss of his mother, but now he must face the death of his neighbor's dog, Wellington.  But Wellington did not just die, he was murdered.  Christopher now wants to find who killed him, but I believe it will come at a cost.  Chris does not take direction well and won't let go of finding who did it, "[Christopher does] not take orders well]", and this constant sticking his nose into other people's lives will most likely come around to burn him.  The ongoing theme of loss in his life only leads me to believe that it will not be mild, but most likely a harsh awakening or punishment.  Lastly, his father's lack of sympathy and caring after Wellington died is remarkable.  "It's a bloody dog, Christopher, a bloody dog. Leave it."  Because of this quote that Christopher's dad said after discovering the dog's body, I believe that he was the one who murdered Wellington

In, out

Author's Note:
There was really no point when I wrote this poem, but I found that different people will interpret it different ways.  I found that it can be really relatable and deep ( I guess) I would like comments!

Letting in, freaking out

Sharing thoughts, scream and shout

Letting in, freaking out

Standing calm, ready-shout

Holding in, letting out

Being soft, being loud

Holding in, letting out

Listen close, screaming loud

Running in, running out

Feeling warmth, going out

Running in, running out

Cooly wait, think of out

Keeping in, chasing out

Finding love, in either of

Keeping in, chasing out

Thinking words, and, if, they, of

Confide in, sharing out

Holding back, giving your

Confide in, sharing out

Staying shallow inside of your

Breathing in, breathing out

Through your nose, out your mouth

Breathing in, breathing out

Soft expression, close your mouth

In, out, in, out, in, out

Shouting loud, out of your mouth.

In, out, in, out, in, out

Sharing, standing, finding, holding. Loud.

Starting Over

Where's the hurt

In starting new

What's so wrong with

Changing you

Who's to say

Who you are to be

What's so wrong

With being seen

Make new friends

Make new grades

Wait until

Your old life fades

It might be hard

But for good reason

You might change

In any season

If your old times

No longer fit

Then move around

Do not resist

You never just

Where you'll find

How to have

Much better times

Your heart guides

You through the dark

Finding character

Is an art

If you aren't pleased

With your old ways

Then changing won't

Come in a day

If you are down

Or sad or blue

Then find the hope

In starting new

Once Had

Author's Note:
I was playing around with different amounts of lines in each stanza in this poem.  I would appreciate comments on whether it was still readable. 

I wish that you could see

That we were wrong

I wish that you could see

That everything we had once is gone

No more memories

To fight

Forever long

Until tonight

I hoped that we

Could make this right

But it's gone

It's out of sight

Our blindness from

These flashing lights

Was struck down

No longer high

I just want to make

This right

But after all

At least I tried

We hate each other

All the time

I know from

Your plastic smiles

Our happiness

Has been a while

I know this hatred

Isn't mild

Shake it off

The best that you can

Leave it in your

Other hand

Cause I know that

I can't stand

You blew me off

Just like a fan

I know this from

Our throwing plates

Our constant lack

Of any dates

I now know that

This wasn't fate

And that we are

A little late

We're in trouble

And I know it

I just wish

We could've shown it

And now we've

Gone and blown it

All this nonsense

For a boy and girl

All this trouble

Spinning in a whirl

But you are what I want

You have all of it and more

And I just can't help

You are what I adore

I hate this new found

Lack of you

It's what I do not

Have of you

I just wish I'd stop

Coming back to you.

Learned

Author's Note:

This is a poem that I wrote about going through life making mistakes and messing up, but learning from those mistakes is important.

Throughout my life

I've done many things

I know of sadness

And the joy it brings

I've loved and lost

Than not at all

I tried my best

Just not to fall

I've made mistakes

I've lied and hurt

I've made myself

Feel just like dirt

I've had some chances

I've taken risks

I've thought of all the times

I missed

I've trusted friends

I've taken leaps

I've even cried myself

To sleep

I've dreamt of dreams

I've wanted to be

I've always just wanted

To be me

I've quote authors

Songs and books

I've given choices

Second looks

I've laughed at jokes

I've made up my mind

I've wanted to

Go back in time

I've created walls

I hope don't break

I've trusted, waited

Earned my fate

I've tried new things

And really sucked

I've forgotten chores

And pushed my luck

I've sprained my wrist

I've cracked a bone

I've hurt myself

More than I know

I've heard of tales

I've made up lore

I've made sure

I'm never bored

I've been quite different

I've been quite stern

But best of all

At least I've learned

What I would Do For You

I would run through every country

Every boundary, every border

I'd fight of every black belt in the world

Even every armed soldier

I'd raise the dead and heal the blind

To get your pretty eyes to see

That through every high and low

I'd just hope you'd be with me

I'd learn everything there was to know

I'd even tame the wild

I can't tell you what it is

Your voice, your eyes, your smile

I'd walk a thousand miles

I'd run down every single road

I'd take a train to you whenever

I'd pack up everything and go

I'd break everything inside of me

Except for my heart and toes

All I need, is you right now

And I hope I'm coming close

Middle School

Author's Note:
This is a poem about struggles that us as middle schoolers have to deal with.

If someone were to ask me

The hardest part of middle school

I would think of many things

Like fitting in or being cool

But what about those petty fights

You have with your best friends

The ones you tend to take too far

And seem to never end

Or what about the work load

Of homework every night

Hours of papers due the next day

Working until the sun gives no more light

The pressures of parents to keep good grades

Start to get to you

And failing a test, cause you don't get it

Isn't something that you choose

Or maybe even awkward moments

The ones you wish were rushed

Like when you find out your best friend

Just happens to like your crush

Sometimes even other kids

Make your life complicated

You may try to just fit in

You may try to not be hated

Then the teachers can bug us too

Like when they make a joke

Then they begin to laugh,

But sounds like their about to choke

And sitting alone in one big seat

On one big giant bus

While these don't seem to be so bad

They mean the most to us

Used to Be

Author's Note:
This is a poem about moving apart from someone who you used to call a friend.

We used to be the best of friends

Ones who always talked

We were always by each other's side

When we ate, and spoke, and walked

You knew that you could trust me

Even with all your secrets

Because if you told me not to tell

You know that I would keep it

I helped with everything you've done

Even when I knew you're wrong

I even listened to all of your music

Each and every song

We stood right by each other

And you listened to me complain

I heard what you had to say

Even when it drove me insane

You could always tell anything

That was ever on my mind

I just have this one last question

Are we out of time?

I wish that I could only tell you

If only each of us knew

That all that I have left to say

Is this, I miss you

I wish that you would realize

That all I seem to do

Is hold my breath

Waiting here for you

Our little fights meant nothing

And our arguing became like art

But I still can't believe

That this drove us apart

Flip-Flopped, Backwards, and Upside Down

Author's Note:

This is my DWA essay on how Twilight's vampires are very different from humans.

Every day we walk around amongst our peers, ignorantly believing we are all alike. We never seriously question the sheer mortality of anyone else, and we are given no proof to suggest otherwise. What if there were creatures alive that looked and acted like human beings, but were almost the total reverse? What if there really were vampires? The vampires in the Twilight series are described as looking like humans, but they have very distinct differences. These creatures fit in with society like they belong, but are almost the complete opposite of human beings.

One of the largest distinctions of the vampire lifestyle is their lack of sleeping and eating. They never eat real food (they hunt people/animals for their blood) yet they are inordinately healthy individuals. Their thirst for blood gradually dies down after they are no longer ‘newborns’, but still count on blood to keep them existing. Also, vampires are incapable to sleep. The characters do not mind never sleeping, and quote, "like the night. Without the dark, [they'd] never see the stars." I believe that this also shows acceptance of staying awake: like a polite friendship with the night.

While their lack of energy sources is surprising, what are even more flabbergasting are their physical abilities. They can outrun any creature alive, or created, are stronger than anything on earth. They can lift a tree out of the ground, as you or I would lift a feather. They can even run faster than a car on a highway. We find these to be impossible, because our human bodies are not physically able to complete these tasks. This is why their strengths create a huge difference between them and humans.

Another extraordinary trait that vampires contain, that we all wish we could have, is their powers of irresistibleness. Everyone wants to be their friend, date them, look like them, and have what they have! These creatures are described as perfect, while it has been proven, real humans are full of imperfections. When Bella, from Twilight, first met Edward, she couldn’t help but want to be his friend. People naturally like the vampires because of their faces, their voice, and even their smell draws humans in.

Perfect and imperfect, strong and weak, fast and slow: these are all major differences between vampires and humans, but another important factor is age. Once someone has become a vampire, they will remain their current age forever, unless they happen to be torn apart, limb by limb, and then burned to ashes. I found this to be a hefty difference because humans age every second, ever day of lives, while vampires do not.

We, as people, enjoy comparing our eye colors with friends. We brag about our bright blues, neon greens, and rich, chocolate browns. But vampires are a very different story, for they have colors such as deep reds, blacks, and golden caramels. These distinct features are yet another trait that separate vampires from humans.

Another difficulty of being a vampire is that they cannot walk in sunlight. Vampire skin begins to give off a slight glow when the sun reaches their skin. Vampires are not permitted to let humans notice their shiny appearance and are forced to hide when the sun is out.

The last, final, and, what I think to be, the most important distinction between humans and vampires is the fact that vampires to do not have souls. They are quite literally walking dead. Their lack of souls reminded me of, Harry Potter’s, Dementor, Kisses of Death. “Sometimes Dementors perform the Kiss where they suck out a person's soul. The person is left incapable of thought and emotion, in an irreversible state that is said to be worse than death.” The human beings, or wizards, after they have been Kissed are left to walk the earth alone, without a soul to keep them company. Worst of all, they cannot even die. Bella experienced, temporally, what it would feel like without a soul when she was comatose in the hospital. She said, “Death is peaceful, it’s easy. Life is harder.” I think that this gives Bella glimpse into how vampires must feel all the time. Because being a vampire and being Kissed both take away a person’s soul, they would be similar lifestyles and seem impossible for us to even imagine what those lives would feel like.

If I had the option of being human or vampire, I would chose to be human. While this might sound cliché or goody-two-shoes-y of me, I honestly would prefer being human. I love being able to walk in sunlight, talk to my peers (without wanting to drink their blood), knowing that one day I’ll grow taller, grow older, and I might even grow up. The differences between Twilight‘s vampires and humans are subtle, but they are most definitely there. Keep a close eye on your friends, because you never know...

Time Machine

Author's Note:

This is a poem that I wrote about being a little kid, waiting to grow up, thinking that we had all this possibility, but before we are allowed to get there--we're stuck somewhere in the middle.  Not a kid, but not an adult. 

When I was little,

All I could do is want to grow up

Now I'm halfway there

And I wish I didn't have to show up

I didn't expect for life

To come at this high of a cost

And now the youth that I once had

Is going, going, lost

Now I'm here, right where I wanted

But know there is no fault

And that I'm referred to as child

But expected to act like an adult

If I could ask for anything

I would go back in time

And find everything that I once loved

That I got to call mine

What I would Do For You

I would run through every country

Every boundary, every border

I'd fight of every black belt in the world

Even every armed soldier

I'd raise the dead and heal the blind

To get your pretty eyes to see

That through every high and low

I'd just hope you'd be with me

I'd learn everything there was to know

I'd even tame the wild

I can't tell you what it is

Your voice, your eyes, your smile

I'd walk a thousand miles

I'd run down every single road

I'd take a train to you whenever

I'd pack up everything and go

I'd break everything inside of me

Except for my heart and toes

All I need, is you right now

And I hope I'm coming close

The Silk Dress

The Silk Dress

Author’s Note:

I wrote this poem in the style of E.E. Cummings grasshopper, emphasizing the unimportance of punctuation.

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F

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I        W

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El(a:)gance

Mazing

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The Silk Dress

Author's Note:

This is a poem that I wrote (and I know that it's kind of sad-ish) but I wrote it after watching about 4 sad Nicholas Sparks movies.   

Even in my short few years

I have learned many toxic things

Like family comes at a high cost

And there are no such thing as happy endings

Sure there could be a chapter

That could be fun, and you'd defend it

But happy endings come and go

It just matters where your story ended

Though a tale that's told

And finished, from beginning to the end

Would show that all good things are lost

Even each and every friend

Real life is not worth restating

For we have fiction movies and books

And in due time, love will leave your heart

In just a second look

But if you keep on reading

The story of your life

You will find all sorts of secrets

About your husband or your wife

People can put on fake smiles

I know that because I'm not naïve

Every time we find the joy

It slips our fingers like a sieve

So end it now, or end it later

Whichever you would choose

But either way, start of finish

You are always bound to loose

Passing Times

Author's Note:
This is a poem about how you can have a friend or loved one be really close one day, then seeming to be out of your life the next.

What used to be so difficult

To say straight to your face

Now seems so right to tell you

To put you back in your place

From what you're saying I can tell

And, no, I'm not surprised

I can tell that the real you

No longer shows in your eyes

I know that what we've missed

Long ago was the truth

I wish that we could just go back

To the old me and you

All those insults you have spoken

Have truly been a classic

Now I know I've lost you

And feel the farthest from fantastic

I hoped that we could make it better

Make it start going right

But I know that me with you

Was in a different life