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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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

Wrong from Right

Author's Note:
This poem was inspired by T.I.'s album Paper Trail and I would like comments.

Everyday we hear the news

Of some famous kid in prison

But that's the only part we hear

We never really care to listen

We think just because they're famous

You'd want to be them, yourselves

But I'll tell you they're not perfect

And neither's anybody else

We build them up to be these idols

That nobody can live up to

We think their lives are games

And losing's all they do

We never stop to notice

How much pressure they'd be under

We never take a moment

Just to stop and think or wonder

All we do is assume

Who and what they ought to be

We wish they did all the good

That you may see, in you and me

But, like I said before

Nobody's really perfect

And since they're in the spotlights

They might tend to get nervous

And all these stories in the papers

All the things that blind our eyesight

All the we've ever said, until they can't see

What's wrong from right

Survive

No matter how strong

You think that you may be

Everyone needs a shoulder

On which they can lean

 

Everybody has those days

When we feel sorry for ourselves

We do not like to admit it

But some days we need help

Because we're human and are flawed

And will be until we die

We might just need that someone else

Who will help us survive

Second Best

I am second best at everything

I am always after one

I put my all in everything

But the thing I lost was fun

I came second place to someone

In everything I do

I work so hard to get straight A's

But it's one point less than you

I am measured to everyone around

In all that I know how

I could name a thousands things

That would reach from here to clouds

I may score high in mathematics

But it's lower than you got

I work hard in everything I do

I'd go until my heart stops

I write an essay in a class

A thousand and one lines

But then I look at what you've wrote

It's twice as long as mine

I find the answers in the problem

I write down every step

The moment I am getting near

I see you, and I'm not even close yet

If only someone could tell me

Good job, great, or yes!

Maybe then, I'd find the hope

In being second best…

Do You Hear Me?

Author's Note:

This is a poem that I wrote because it seems like as kids, nobody ever (wants) to listen to what we have to say.  And when they do, they do not (honestly) care.  Sometimes there are points that we wish to make, but adults have too much pride to appreciate that we might be right, and they might be wrong.

I'm shouting off my lungs

I am breaking on the inside

I am trying just to reach you

But the lips I have are tied

I wonder if you even care

About what I have to say

I will try to get to you forever

Each and every single day

Sometimes I even wonder

Maybe you do not even listen

Maybe you can't hear at all

Think of all the sounds you're missin'

What I have to say is important

It is needed and it's brave

I just want you to hear me out

It is something that I crave

It is killing me from the inside out

That you cannot even stand to talk

Even if you read my words

I would write a thousand miles worth of chalk

I'm broken and I'm standing

Hoping you are not about leave

And sometimes I even ask myself

Do you even hear me?

I am, I get

Author's Note:

I wrote this poem for many reasons.  One, I write all the time about being yourself, but I am pretty sure I do not honestly take my own advice. Two, someone can be a lot of things as long as they are strong enough to admit every one.  Three, nobody's perfect and that is why this poem is going to sound mildly bipolar.  I would appreciate comments. 

I am pretty and I'm fun

I am ugly and I'm fat

I get happy I get funny

I get angry I get sad

I am hungry and I'm quick

I am sweet and I'm short tempered

I get silly I get glad

I get somewhat self centered

I am weird and I am off

I am smooth and I'm goofy

I get awkward I get tired

I get a smile that's quite toothy

I am someone and I know it

I am all that I can see

I get used to everybody else

But I am anyone but me.

Us

When I think about all

That we've been through together

I can only hope

That I will know you forever

I wish upon stars

That we will stay arm in arm

And whenever you're in danger

I'll save you from all harm

Whatever the problem

I'll be there when you call

I'll always be there to

Catch you when you fall

Know that you're safe

As long as we have each other

I love you on the inside

So you can rip off your covers

Look, here's my hand

As it's reached out to you

My shoulders are small

But you can cry on them too

Sometimes there are days

When you're sad and don't wake

But know that with me

Your heart will not break

I know you for you

And with you, no mistakes

I know that I'll never

Chose to be fake

With you there's no question

No harm and no risk

I know there's no chances

That we have missed

And I'll say it again

Now and forever

And ever and ever

Forever and ever

When I think about all

That we've been through together

I can only hope

That I will know you forever

Trapped

Author's Note:

I wrote this one night after having been in a nice, fancy restaurant filled with people.  Then I realized how many people just needed food, much less an expensive supper.  I felt terrible, but knew that everyone else would think I was being ungrateful and decided to keep quiet.  I wrote this from the deepness of my heart and I literally seem to only be able to write in rhyming lines now.  Please leave comments and enjoy!

Standing in a crowded room

Trying to hold my breath

The words I had in my mouth

Are now falling back down my neck

I can only think of whom

Do not have it all

The ones who have been

Let down or let fall

I gasp and I choke and

I whisper so softly

But then I am judged

So dumb and unlawfully

The tears, they drip down

For I cannot even speak

I am losing my strength

And I'm close to all weak

The love I once had

Has already vanished

I hope for it back

But I only can wish

No one even noticing

No one even cares

No one to rely on

For no one is there

I want to admit this

But I am too scared

I want to tell the world

That this is not fair

If only I were in a different time

Time, life, or place

If only I could tell this to

Somebody's face

I want to help others

I want someone to see

Or maybe the one who needs helping

Is me…

Love

Author's Note:
This is yet another poem I wrote in the style of E.E. Cummings and would appreciate comments. 

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Reflections

Author's Note:

This is my abstract piece as if I had wrote an essay on The Yellow Wallpaper.  I have never written an abstract before and would appreciate comments!

The essay I wrote was titled, “Reflections”, based on the short story The Yellow Wallpaper. This essay proved that the woman in The Yellow Wallpaper was severely mentally ill, and believed she was repetitively seeing a woman in the wallpaper; when actually it was her reflection. ”Reflections” proved that there could in fact have been a mirror, revealing all that was behind the woman, including daylight, possibility, and color. But this mirror also forced the woman to stare at her limp body for hours on end. The constant repetition in the woman’s life is what drove her insane and “Reflections” also included that the reader should not express sympathy for the woman, because her disease caused her to be a victim of the times, and nothing more.  To conclude, "Reflections", proved to show that the possibility of a mirror being in front of the woman, driving her to insanity, was highly probable.

Paint

Author's Note:

This is a poem that I wrote called Paint, that I tried to write in the style of E.E. Cummings, emphasizing the unimportance of punctuation. I would appreciate comments! 

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