Slowly Running Out of Time

Too tired to think,
but there's so much to do.
I'm on the brink.
What did I get myself into?
I count the days left-
only a few-
til time runs out.
I want to fight or take flight,
or is it better to shout or reach out?
I'm slowly running out of time.

To Have Friends

I got the giggles.
Giddiness overtakes my body.
No one can wipe the grin off my face.
I'm bent over laughing and can't stop.
Man, it's good to have friends.

Snowflake Feelings

Sometimes I feel like a snowflake.
I may slip and fall from the sky,
but before I even have
the chance to hit the ground,
reliable wind picks me up again.

Being Religious

I believe in God.
Yes, its a strange thing,
something you can't see or touch
but somehow you can feel God,
there, with you,
when you feel extreme high
and low
points in life.
A feeling is dumped over you like an upturned bucket of water.
God is there.
He helped you achieve this great thing,
or he'll help you get through it.
Being religious- its an odd thing,
but sometimes,
its worth it.

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Some days I just don't know whether to cry or scream
Does the world make me die inside, or outwardly dream?
I smile and wave, then turn around and weep
I try to hide what I'm feeling, however deep
I try to solve for the answers, to understand what life's about
but when I look inside, all I see is doubt.
Doubt that my dreams will ever come true,
or that my efforts will make do.
However, those efforts are not enough.
Who will help me?
Will you?

My Spaceship Dream

I'm ready to go
I'm ready to scream
I'm ready to blast away on my spaceship dream
to see the stars
and orbit the moon
I hope every day, I'll get there soon
I want to know
I can't wait to see
How that day, everyone will be
supportive of me and hear me say
I got there my way

Just Feeling These Things

Why does your heart have emotions?
It's your brain that does the talking, really.
Does my liver ache over our breakup?
Does my diaphragm long for your embrace?
Do I love you with all my spleen?
No.
I ache over us, yearn for you, love your memory.
My brain holds the thoughts that keep me awake at night.
The organs inside me don't matter at all,
and all I know
is that I am just feeling these things.

Feelings of Rage

The flush in your cheeks deepen.
Your throat tenses up.
Your forehead feels like lava splashed onto it.
Anger pulses through your veins,
traveling through your system like repulsive cherry cough syrup.
Frustration swells in your eyes so that you want to cry.
You want to punch something,
throw something across the room,
swear until someone needs to wash your mouth out with soap.
Fury and rage
turns to confusion to denial
turns to sadness and depression

Plans Changed

You get excited because you know what's coming
It's not even a question; it's going to happen
Not even one doubt in your mind
Not one
The adrenaline rush mounts every time you think about it

But wait-
        wait-
              wait-
That's not right...
No...
Could I have been wrong?
The Earth shook.
The plans changed.
That wasn't supposed to happen
.Your stomach feels like it will eat you alive and at the same time burst.
No...
I was wrong.

The Evidence of My Errors

It flickers back into my mind
From time to time
That thought of what could have been
What should have been said
But now I dread
Seeing the evidence of my errors

I Made A Mistake.

I made a mistake
I can't change it.
I can't turn it around into something better.
I can't pretend it didn't happen.
I can't go back and undo it.
I can't.....
I can't.....
Simply put-
                     I made a mistake.

What Does The Sun Have To Hide?

Why does looking into the sun hurt your eyes?
What does it have to hide, so that it causes you to look away?
Why can it beat down on you all day and you can't return a glance?
I want to know.

I Like When it Rains

I like when it rains
Really, it's true
I like the smell of fresh air
and the morning dew.
the twists of water in the sky
the ripples in the lake
I lay in my bed at night
I stay awake
watching,
listening,
the splashes on the pavement,
the wind in the trees.
It's beautiful to me.
I like when it rains.

Ripples of Chaos

What I detest more than anything
is that when I have no control.
Things happen
and I can't reach out
to stop that pebble from hitting
the calm lake of life,
pushing ripples of chaos
over the banks of sanity.

The Checklist Inside

You lay down and relax. relax, relax
Suddenly and without warning you remember
all the things you need to do
The checklist inside screaming and shouting about tasks
Pulling on your heartstrings
Your heart stops for that moment of desperation
The clock is ticking
It won't stop for you.
Breathe.
You will check them off the list tomorrow.
Relax, relax, relax.

You Turned Around

I walk down the boulevard
You are striding towards me 
I look up and you look up
Our eyes meet for that electrifying second
The buzz is gone.
You're not in my view anymore.
I turned around
To see if you turned around
To see if I turned around.
You did.

One Blade of Grass

One blade of grass thinks that its useless
So does its neighbor
and its neighbor
and its neighbor.
That blade of grass leaves
So does its neighbor
and its neighbor
and its neighbor
And the lush lawn that was once admired by the whole town
became dirt.
brown, instead of bright green

Me

I can't imagine what you go through
I can't imagine what you see
I can't imagine what life's like for you
because you're not me.
but me,
I can only
try to be
the best
me
ever.

Another Year Gone By

Another year  gone by,
a birthday passed,
my eyes full of tears.
I can't help but cry.
Another year gone by.

One less to spend with you.
I wish we could fly
away
and never die
There would be an endless supply
of love between us.
I do not know why
I don't simply enjoy the present time
we have
because it is only
another year gone by.

This Silly Poem From English Class

Words strung together to forms phrases
Scraping some meaning and symbolism from them
Teacher tells you this is what the author means
but I don't see it
but I don't see that message
but I don't see that symbol
in this silly poem from English class
I see something totally different
I see something that has made an impact
on me
and no one else
because I took the time to look at it
with my own eyes.

I'm Sunburned

The sun turns my white palette pink.
Its rays dance on my bare shoulders.
Unknowingly I allow this to happen
Only to wake the next morning
I can't touch the rosy areas without pain
I can't help but complain
It has happened again
I'm sunburned

A Famliy and the Sea

I once heard of a family
who loved the seas.
They sold all their possessions,
took necessities
and their dinghy
out boldly
to the waves
around South America.
They stop occasionally
for food and water
so they can maintain
their lives on the ocean.
I am envious.
If only I were
as brave as that family,
I could live the rest of my life
doing what I love.

When the Sky Cries

Why does the sky cry?
The sun must miss the moon
She calls upon her clouds
Shield her from Earth
She sheds tears
Behind her wall of gray

During those nights
where the moon is full
He is happy and glowing
The sun is visiting

During those nights
where the moon is gone
He is happy and glowing
He is visiting the sun

In the meantime,
however
they rest apart
mere memories
in each others' hearts
The stars are the moon's friends
They are his crystal tears
The clouds are the sun's friends
They keep her company,
When she cries watery tears
And it rains.

What do you see?

I see this. I see that.
I see anything, laying on the grass.
Watching the clouds pass us lazily.
White tufts dance, roll and fly by.
The special, secret game in the sky.
The white against the blue forms shapes
There's a bear. There's a smile. I point up.
I ask what you see.
I see a cloud you tell me.
You stand up and walk away.
We'll try again another day.
I'll think of anything to make you proud
or scream aloud
or vow to play with me forever
We'll watch the clouds, again, together

Exhausted

Your eyelids droop and shut loosely.
You're tired. You're exhausted.
A noise jumps starts your mind like a car engine.
Your eyes pop open.
Scanning the room for the person that noticed you nap.
The two of you meet eyes.
A smile mirrors itself across the room.
Attention is back on the task at hand.
A lecture of notes that don't interest you in the slightest.
A minute later, a warm, welcoming bed is back,
Forming in your mind again,
Bewitching eyelids again,
making them fall, fall, fall.
Sleep.

To Be A Tree

What I wouldn't give to be a tree?
So full of knowledge from centuries
of standing tall
of watching silently
of learning all of life's little secrets.
Have whispered conversations with the wind.
Sing nightingales with the birds.
Wonderful, beautiful,
Loved by all
What I wouldn't give to be a tree?