"In the pursuit of virtue, don't be afraid to overtake your teacher."
"Young people should not be taken lightly. How do you know that they will not one day be better than you are now?"

--Confucius

"True poets are only the interpreters of the Gods."

-- Socrates

You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're the same.


Saturday, October 27, 2012

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

Thursday, May 31, 2012

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

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

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!

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

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

Friday, May 18, 2012

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

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

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.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

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

Monday, April 30, 2012

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

Friday, April 27, 2012

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

Thursday, April 19, 2012

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.

T.S.D>h>i>r>e>l>e>k>s>s

F
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Y    O
I        W
N    I
G, and

D
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W
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El(a:)gance
Mazing
S
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G---------------------------àBrush
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Gli(int)ste(he)ning(wi)har(nd)sh

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