Snow Patrol in my Head

"I find the map and draw a straight line."
Do you know how much
I love you?
I'm singing all these songs,
They all makes senses,
"If there is a rocket,
Tie me to it."
But honestly,
Please,
If I make a mistake,
Let me know.
Please.
"All this feels strange,
And untrue.
And I won't waste a minute
Without you."

Christmas

I'm settling into bed,
After a long day.
But the lights shining
In family eyes
As the gifts I pondered over
For so long
Bring them happiness
Or fill a need
Give me joy.
I am most content,
With my new fluffy blanket
Most content to remember
Why.
Because once upon a time,
Many, many years ago
A Child was born.

Communication

Words,
Words,
Nothing but words.
I'm drowning in them.
And...
Shyness.
I'm new to this
Dating
Thing.
So,
I don't know what step
Comes next.

I can,
However,
With this poem,
Give you a hint.

When I suggest we get together,
And then you ask me
What did I have in mind,
And I respond:
"I don't know,"
Usually,
I have several ideas in my head.
But I want to see what you
Come up with.
I want to see what you'd like to do.
I want you to lead,
I want you to take intiative.
Give me the reins and
I'll run with them.
But I don't want to lead.

Surprise me
With something that you'd like to do
And I'm pretty sure
That I'll love it too.

Words,
Words,
Nothing but words.
Can I get some action?
This communication breakdown
Is scaring me.

Time Gone

Time is up.
I'm scribbling this poem
Desperately before I must sleep.
Time is gone.
No more talking.
Good night,
My love,
Good night.
Perhaps I shall see you tomorrow.
But,
I think I shall
Stick a spoon under my pillow tonight.
I love you.

Time is up.

Hot Chocolate

Hot and
Delicious,
It warms the body,
The fingers mostly,
And is quite handy
To drop marshmellows in
And watch them melt away,
Making the drink
So much sweeter.

And you,
Cher,
Your love
Is hot chocolate
To my soul,
To my heart.

Burger King Bag in the Snow

It's cold outside,
As snow falls
And the wind constantly rearranges it.

There's Burger King brown paper sack,
Caught in the wind.
The wind picks it up and tosses it around,
As if it is trying
To get rid of it.

Burger King bag,
You mar the beauty of winter.
With your crinkledness,
Those corners that reach down
And scratch
At the smooth pillow of snow.
You fly in the face of Nature's order,
Nature's choreography for today.
The deadened leaves in the air
Dance beside you begrudingly.

But Nature will always come out on top.
God gave her that power.
And so you,
Burger King bag,
Are blown into a corner,
A niche where the winds cannot pick you up.
You cannot escape.

The snow falls down,
Slowly erasing
Your every trace.

Do Fairy Tales Come True?

Do fairy tales come true?
Is it possible to wake up
One morning
To find everything you wanted
Right within your grasp?
So close
To that happy ending.
So close
And still so far.

Show Choir

My eyes burn a little
With hairspray.
My head aches
For boddy pins.
My legs are sore
For heels and dancing.
But I was on stage
For three glorious mintues.
Show Choir
Equals
Life

At 11:11 Last Night

At 11:11 last night
I said a prayer,
Not a wish.

I prayed for our budding relationship.
A rose
That has found a way,
Weaving through thorns
And standing through storms
To finally turn its face
To the sun.

I said a prayer
Because I can still see thorns,
Reaching to destroy the flower.
Doubt
Wraps around my heart,
Even as I try to throw it off
For I love you.
I put a great amount of trust in you
When you told me you were a Christian.
But now doubt nags at me,
Actions speak louder than words after all.
If you are for real,
Show me!

At 11:11
I prayed for trust.
I prayed for faith.
I prayed for us.
I've stopped wishing.

I Want to Hear a Real Poem

I want to hear a real poem.
Not some organized collection of words
Where women are confident
Or tragically lacking in self-esteem.
No stanzas
Where men are either superheros
Or pigs.
Not a single line
About how teachers inspire with one lesson
Or fail.

I want to hear a real poem,
Where people don't live or die on the street,
Just merely survive,
Day to day.
Where schoolgirls fail
And succeed
In the same breath.
I don't want to hear
About beauty on the inside
Or beauty on the outside.
I want a poem that will make me feel
Ordinary.

I want to hear a real poem.
One that matches reality,
Where people tell truths
And lies
At the same time.
Where things aren't black and white
But maddening shades of
Grey.
Where there isn't hope,
But there is.

I want to hear a real poem.
I don't think I can write it.
But look out your window.
I have a feeling
That poem's being written right
Now.

Birthday Wish

It was your birthday recently.
I should've written you
A poem
That day.
Forgive me for forgetting?
Je t'aime.
And I wish that I could
Give you
The one thing you asked for.
Will you accept God's gift to you?

My Protector

My protector,
My defender,
Even when I don't think
I need it,
I'm FINE already,

Thank you.

Just,
Just watch over my heart.
'Cause just me
Isn't good enough anymore.
Stupid thing.

From My Soul to Your Ears

I feel like my very heart
Has been rendered in two.
LORD,
If this is a test,
Pass me already!
I cannot stand my pain
And to watch his
Is unbearable.
How do You do it?

From my lips,
Nay,
From my soul
To Your ears,
LORD,
Save him!
Save me!
Remember your children!
Remember the two hearts crying out in the night
For You.

There Are Many Things

There are many things I want to say,
Sweet nothings
I wish to whisper in your ear
For you alone.
And quite a few French.

But I hold my tongue.
After all,
What's the point of giving you my heart
When while you lack God
I'd have to take it away again.

If anyone could make me a better person,
It's you.
You've brought me closer to God.
I needed Someone to lean on
Who won't ever fail me.

His Love is greater than yours,
And will never fail.
So as much as it pains me,
I'll choose Him first.
Even though I love you like no other mortal.

There are many things I want to say,
Sweet nothings
To whisper in your ear.
The one important thing:
God loves you.

Thanksgiving

"Give thanks to the LORD,
Our God and King,
His Love endures forever."

Look at all you have,
Look at all your blessings.
Give thanks.
America is awesome.

I'm sitting in bed.
Losing Solitaire badly.
Waiting a response.

Harry Potter

For some reason,
This weekend without you,
I've been saner.
Perhaps it was Harry Potter.
After all,
Seeing the epic part one
Of the end
Can steal anyone's attention.
I just wish you could've come with me.

I also thought I'd let you know
That while I teared up
At all the normal places,
I most wanted to cry
Whenever Sirus Black was mentioned.

Go

I am exhasted.
And annoyed.
(I mean,
Have you paid attention to the news?
I don't think I'll be flying anymore,
I like my privacy
Thank you very much.)

But,
That was one of the few
Energetic moments of the day.
I scrounged some up for show choir.
But otherwise
I was just...
There.
A heartbeat.

And it bums me out
That the one person
Who could brighten my day
Is hours away.
I just want to limp into your arms,
Let loose with my tears,
And forget the world.

But go.
Go be brilliant.
Have fun,
Forget about me for a weekend.
Let me
Take care of you for once.

Go.
This is your moment of glory,
Your blaze.
Light up.
Shine,
Let the world see what I do.

I'm a damsel.
I'm in distress.
But I've got God.
We can handle it.
Go.

Anxiety Attack

So, you're off to All-State.
Another weekend I'll spend without you.
I finally read your "Brick Wall" conversation.
Stupid slow computer.
I love you.
To think I won't see those eyes
For a whole weekend
And that an anxiety attack
Stole from me
The last time to see you before you leave,
I almost want to cry.

One thing I didn't tell my dad
About my breakdown yesterday
Is that you were the one thing on my mind
As I lay on the ground feeling nothing
But pain.

I was laughing with irony inside,
Seeing as the one time a lifeguard was needed,
It was the lifeguard in trouble,
And you weren't there either.
I was reminded
That you can't save me.
But God can.

And it kills me inside
That you won't accept His help,
His Love.

Dear God,

Sometimes I think You're the only One
Who reads these.
But that's okay.
If some needs these poems,
I pray they stumble across them.

If he's wrestling with demons,
I pray you protect him.
If he's hurting,
I pray you heal him.

I also pray for my small group leader,
That she'd find a good school,
A good job,
A man after Your Heart, too.

And you know what?
I pray for the whole world.
Because we need it.

Amen.

You're Back

You're back!
Ah,
I feel whole again.
Your words sent me spiraling
Into a feeling I cannot stop.
And do I want it do?
Not so much.
I just wish you could love God.

I don't see why not.
I mean, you want to be loved,
yes?
Well, I will fail you
(And you'll fail me).
But God won't.
He never has.
That's all a person needs,
God's Love.
Live for God.

To die for someone means one thing.
To live for them is another thing entirely.

Forget Hugs

Tomorrow is Monday.
School.
Whee.
I feel so unprepared.
But that's what little sleep
Can do to a person.

I hope you'll be there.
I've gone a little,
Crazy.
Here am I,
Realist,
And I can't get you
Out of my poems.

I feel like saying:
Forget hugs,
I'm going to tackle you
The next time I see your face.
But,
I won't.
Because I also feel like Juliet.
Like this is too crazy,
To real
To be real now.

Why can't love make sense?
And why can't you love God?
We would be the happiest people on earth!
Navarre and Isabeau
Westly and Buttercup
Would have nothing on us!

Forget hugs.
The next time I see your face,
I'm loving you like God.

Call me Beatrice

Much Ado About Nothing
has always been my favorite
Shakespeare work.
And the film,
With Emma Thompson,
does it justice
though abridged.

I've always wanted to play Beatrice.
Witty and clever,
Benedick's one flaw.

And lately,
I was reminded of a quote.
It's from the Prince,
I believe,
Speaking of Beatrice
To Leonato and Claudio,
While Benedick evesdrops,
In a ploy to make the aforementioned fool
Realize his love for Beatrice
(While Beatrice's friends
Lay the same trap for Beatrice).

"She will die if he loves her not
And she will die if she make her love known."

I would've died if you didn't love me.
And now,
I'm dying that we've both confessed.

Curse this thing called Love.
I've gone crazy,
Gone insane.
Loss of sleep,
Loss of rationality.
I haven't done any of my homework.

I am drowning in unsaid words,
Unexpressed hopes.
And I need you,
Your eyes, your ears.
I don't quite know if I could say
The things that are raging in my mind.
Just know they are there.
And dying to get to you.

Home

I'm looking out a window,
Staring at lights
That remind me of a place
I don't ache for anymore.

It used to be home.
I used to dream of returning,
Triumphant and changed,
Ready to better it.

But I seem to have left
Those dreams behind me.
I don't seem to mind so much,
For this is my home now.

I've found it in the snowy winters,
The rainy springs, the community
But most of all,
I've found home in you.

Fools

It's true what they say.
We're all fools in love.
I've said and done many things
I wish I could take back,
And they all revolve around you.

Snow

First snow fell tonight.
And you missed it,
Up north where the probably is
A light dusting already.

Augh!
All my poems have taken a tone
I'm not familular with:
Lovesick.

Even as rain falls
Turning to snow
I can only think of you.
Is this love?
Is it here for a day
Or forever?

Oh,
When will I go back to my old poetry,
Deep thinking on all sorts of
Philosophy?
When will I reclaim my old,
Faceless muse
Instead of one
With clear blue eyes
And entrancing smile?

Will I ever marvel at snow again?

I wanted to Call you

I'm listening to one of your bands,
Staring blankly at my phone.
It's 11:11 on 11/11.
You told me once you wish you'd waited
For this day,
This time,
To tell me your heart,
Because things may have been differnt.

They wouldn't have been.

But at 11:11 on 11/11
I missed you more than anyone I have.
It's because you told me your heart.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

So at 11:11 on 11/11
I didn't make a wish.
My heart emitted a silent prayer,
Silent cry.
For you.
From my soul to God's ears,
That you would be His,
And then mine.

I almost called you.
I wanted to.
I would've called you
And if you'd've picked up
Or if it'd gone to voicemail
I would've said:
I love you
And check your e-mail
Because your wish
Came half true.

"Tell me that you'll open your eyes."

You're Elsewhere

You're elsewhere.
Up north,
Adventuring with your family.
And I'm here.
Wandering sadly through the school hallways
Singing a sad song
Whenever I think of you,
Obessively checking my email address that only you have.
I want you to be mine
All mine.
But God's first.

Oh,
When I hug you
I never want to leave your arms
Much less share with your other friends.
But I must resist
And let go.

Constant

Staying strong is hard to do.
To be Constant
To be Consistant.
For I am,
Humainity is,
Like the wind,
Like water,
Always changing,
Always moving.
So holding on it tricky to do.
Staying strong.
Continuing to say no.

It's November

Welcome to fall.
Winter is knocking.
Time to curl up
And forget the world.
The musical has closed.

Why Can't You See

Why can't you see He loves you?
You!
And augh!
Can't you see how much I love you?
Why can't you see
That I talk about Him
Because I don't want you to suffer!
I don't want you to be alone!
Take my hand,
Take His hand.
Love Him.
Then,
Only then,
Love me.

Because then You'd See the Tears

I want to say this to your face,
Not through simple words,
Words than can be twisted,
Changed,
Misunderstood.

I want to say this to your face,
And maybe by seeing mine
You'd understand,
You'd hear all the things my heart is screaming
But my head silences,
Because half of me knows what is right,
And half of me knows what would be wonderful.

I want to say this to your face,
Because maybe things wouldn't break,
Things could be the same.
I can't delete your words,
They came from you,
Thus I treasure them.

I want to say this to your face,
Because then you'd see the tears.

No.

Even though every heartbeat calls your name.
You are my dearest,
Dearest,
Friend.
And I want it to change.
But it can't.

No.

I want to say this to your face,
Because then you'd see the tears.

Hehe

I'm backstage.
At a rehearsal/performance.
I'm reading MLIA.
And writing poetry.
Waiting for my song.
Well,
I hear the one before it.
So.
Bye!

I Have Written Before

I have written before
About my tiredness.
But this poem
Is exhasted.
Six hours of sleep for
A fourteen hour day at school?
Not fun.
At least I napped.
At least I had a grand time.

I have written before
About happiness.
But this poem
Is overjoyed.
To be on stage!
To be in costume!
I'm in love.
But it will only last a week more.
Bit it will only stay in my memory.

It was 11:11 again

It was 11:11 again.
I prayed instead of wishing.
Again.
And for the same two friends.
One who is a fool with love
And another who rejects The Love.

Why is it I can open up to the internet,
To strangers,
But I can't say any of this aloud?

It was 11:11 again.
I prayed instead of wishing.
Again.

I Love You

We were e-mailing.
Best firends,
You know.
Practically chat.
See the thing is,
I love him.
Like a friend,
Like a brother,
Like someone I want to spend the rest
Of my life with.
But I won't tell him.
Because he rejects God.
And by rejecting God,
He rejects me.

Well,
We're talking when
Out of the blue I get:

I love you.

My heart stops for a moment.
My breath catches.
I can feel my once laughing face
Slipping into shock,
And sorrow.
I am about to cry.
So,
I bolster my courage
(after running through several different responses)
And shoot back:

I love you too.

And it turns out,
He was quoting a video,
And thank God what I wrote
Was the next line.
So,
I move on,
Brushing it off like nothing.

But really,
I wanted to kill him.
He gave me a heart attack,
Major emtional turmoil,
Over a quote!
You do not use quotes like that
Without first checking to see
If the person knows what you're referencing!

On the same night,
I confessed my heart,
Covered it up,
And then wanted to kill
The object of my affections.
Gotta love those hormones.

At 11:11 I Didn't Make a Wish

At 11:11 I didn't make a wish,
I said a prayer.
Because late at night,
I think.
And I thought of two of my dearest friends,
One who made a mistake Saturday,
And one who is conitinually making one.

I was snubbed,
For a guy,
By a girl who called me best friend.
"Sisters before a mister," hon.
And you can talk and talk,
And say "I didn't see you."
How do you miss your best friend
When you walk right by her
And a group of your other friends?

As for you,
Dear friend
And best friend,
How can you let God
And the greatest Love story ever told
Slip through your fingers?

At 11:11 pm last night,
I didn't make a wish.
I said a prayer.

I should work on my
Chemistry homework right now.
But a good book calls.

See You at the Pole

It happened today.
My faith in huimanity was restored.
Just a little.
That people gathered together,
Students,
In a public place,
And prayed.
It was awesome.

I am not a hand-holder.
I am not one to pray aloud.
I am not a people person.
Yet there I was.
There I stood.
Setting aside my comfort,
My desires,
For something more.
For something better.

How Great is Out God,
That the blind can see.
Welcome to the planet.
It is broken.
It is scared.
But it can heal.
So,
I dare you to MOVE!

See you at the pole
In 365 1/4th days.

Mom Always Said

Mom always said:
"Put your best foot forward."
She always said:
"Make a good first impression."
Well Mom,
I'm not so good at that.
I'm wild.
I'm crazy.
And when I am trying to make friends with the new kid,
Out spills my teachers,
Out spills Ann Coulter,
Out spills Dad.
I'm not so sure what to do.
I can't be sane.
I can't pretend.
So,
I guess I can't make new friends.
At least,
Not friends with ordinary people.

So tired.
I love Disney,
Often.
You don't get as good as Snow White.
Aladdin is amazing too.
But a bit of reality fail with Jasmine.
Anyway,
I'm just rambling.
My new phone is awesome.
And blue.
Bye.

Who are you to tell me I'm Wrong?

Who are you,
Pyramid,
to tell me that I'm wrong?
You're just an interactive program
On the computer,
Sponsered by the government.
At least I'm not anorexic,
Or eat too much.
I dance every day,
I sing every day,
I am active!
And the Lord knows,
Once I start dancing,
I can't stop.
So most of my wieght is muscle,
Most of my heart is gold.
I don't eat enough for you.
Well,
I don't like to stuff my face.
Stick that in your pyramid
And analyze it.

Haikus

One word can change my
entire day. So please, boy,
Call me cute again.

Serendipity
occurs sometimes when you least
expect it to. Fin.

But I am not done.
Poems shall still fall from my
mouth to the paper.

First Home Game

I have never been much
Of a sports fan.
And it was to my surprise
That I ended up at yesterday's football game,
Dressed all in white.
Ready to run with the flags when we made a touchdown.
We got to run three times.
It was great.

But the part I think of most,
That I smile at as I dream,
Is right after the marching band has performed,
Marvelously I might add,
They were marching off.
We flag-runners,
The "Spirit Team,"
Were clapping like maniacs and cheering for them.
Because they rock.
And there is this one boy I know,
Who was walking in the line closest to me,
His head turned ever so slightly towards the stands.
So I smiled at him.
His head shifted ever so slightly towards the front.

And he smiled.

Pretador.

Teeth bared.
Claws extended.
A strange dance that will end
Only when one or both of us
Is dead.
So snarl your best,
Growl your lowest.
You only get one audition.

Diving Down the Highway

She roars at the press of a pedal,
Humming,
Vibrating beneath my hands,
Good Lord,
I love to drive.
This car,
this little zoomer Mazda,
is amazing.
Small and fast,
I feel untouchable,
Like the world is mine,
I can put my foot on the gas
And drive anywhere.
Nothing can stop me.

But then I get home.
Put her in park.
Turn off the engine.
And the magic is gone.
I'm not from L.A. anymore.
I'm now suburbia.

So bored.
So tired.
School.
I am wasting time!
Making goals,
I have goals.
Why should I share them with you?

Two Days Gone

Two days gone.
Tow days missed.
Undocumented.
I am sorry.

How could I have hoped?
How could I let myself believe that I
Could be something more than a chorus girl?
I'm excited,
Though to be a wolf.
I wish that I could have been named,
Important,
A part with a name,
Set apart from the chorus.
Perhaps I shall be Pack Leader?

I made a mistake yesterday.
A grave one.
I let many people down.
I cried.
I was sick,
And in more ways than one.

The slope is slippery.
Hold on to God,
Else you will find yourself far down the hill.

How Wonderful

I am dreaming,
dreaming to stay alive.
Dreaming to find some way out,
out of this mess I've made.
I am falling,
falling hard.
Falling into a place that's dark,
dark like night.

But Your light shines,
shines in all Darkness,
in all Sorrow.
And all that fall are caught,
all that stumble are helped,
all that cry are comforted.

How wonderful to have a Father.

The Life I live

The life I live
is a crazy life.
Of dreams,
of Laughs,
Of dreams,
No song unsung.

It has its ups,
and its downs.
It's seven hour schooldays,
and its fourteen hour school days.

But to sit and watch,
for four hours,
Auditions for our musical
(which means cute guys,
that can sing,
and have good character,
AND CAN SING!)
Is something like Heaven.
Memories,
Quotes,
That I will recall for a lifetime.

Auditions

I am so excited!
So thrilled!
Full of anticipation,
And fear.
Another audition.
Another chance to ride higher than the stars
Or fall even farther.
If only there was
A second song...

The End

The end
draws ever near.
Always.
Something is always begining,
always ending.
Who can say where the start of one life is
and the end?

Summer Job

Ugh.
It's at the point
Where I am ready to quit.
To say:
"Ta ta!"
to the place that gives me
a paycheck.
To the place that restricts my freedom,
that steals my time.

Weekly Memo:
Summer's over.
It's time to go.

The money has stopped being worth
the loss of time.

Bonding

Tired,
so tired.
But happy,
Elated,
Joyful.

A day
Full of friends,
no homework,
no school,
no work.
Just people
who are crazy like me,
crazy about music,
about dancing.

Singing,
dancing,
playing games,
wading in a lake,
with whom else,
but some of you dearest friends,
would you share such a time?

Hello

SCHOOL!
New day,
new year,
new people,
Friends,
faces.
"OMG!
I haven't seen you in forever!"
"Come sit at my table!"

Hello.

Dream

I dreamed a dream once.
Once upon a silver moon.
It's only a paper moon.

I can't think straight.
Must. Sleep.

I dreamed a dream last night.

Standing at the Threshold

I am standing at the threshold.
Tomorrow shall usher in my junior year,
I am halfway done
With high school.
I can go to prom.
I can be on JCB.
I have more chances in theatrical production.
(A little bit more hope.
Just a tad.)
Dreams are coming closer,
Coming into view.
I am realizing my faults,
And how to let God fix them.

A little poem written at midnight
Can say a lot.
Don't you think?

I Cried Today

I cried today.
It was a good,
ten minute cry
that needed to happen.
You see,
I lost my glasses.
Expensive,
one-of-a-kind,
several hundred dollar glasses.
And I can't find them.
I've asked God to deliver them to me.
He has yet to say:
"Yes."

So I will wait.
And cry.
Because I lose everything.
I'd lose my head if it wasn't screwed on.

I cried today
because I could not see
the benifit to the Kingdom
a scatterbrained idiot
could bring.

I cried today
because God still loves
and wants that girl in His Kingdom.

summer is fading

Summer is fading.
Each day ends cooler,
ends darker.
The sunset comes,
Night falls,
and the moon and stars come out to play
earlier and earlier each time.
So gather up your school things,
have one last fling with the pool.
Have one last barbeque,
and one last picnic.
Autumn will fall soon.

How did it get this late?
How did I miss the clock?
Night has fallen,
Sleep is callin',
And I should be in bed.

A sleepover

A sleepover,
a sleepover,
a day full of friends,
To my blog,
left un-posted,
to you I give amends.

Remember

Remember.
Sounds,
voices,
songs.
"Christmas bells are ringing, somewhere else..."
People.
Faces,
Sights,
"Back on the street, where I met my sweet..."
Touch,
wood,
textures,
"We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away..."
Smells,
paint,
deodorant,
"Would you light my candle?"
Tastes,
sugar,
friendship,
"When the notes are sour..."

Flashes of the senses,
memories seared on my mind
that come back to haunt me
in the middle of the night.
Dreams of a production
long over,
dreams of a family
seperated by summer,
and graduations.

I remember,
for Finale B,
the chorus,
offstage,
would join in.
That was the director's idea,
that there would be a massive,
unseen choir backing up the mains.
And us,
the techies,
who also knew the whole play by heart,
joined in more often than not.

"Life goes on
But I'm gone.
For I'd die
Without you!"

*Happy Dance*

Poetry
Songs,
I love finding references.
Sometimes I don't see them,
and sometimes I do.
I enjoy thinking I'm smart.

Into the Inferno

Oh.
My.
Gosh.
This game is so annoying!
I am missing the days
when we didn't have a Wii.
I have done everything
That needs to be done.
AUGH!
Why can't we move on!

Sleepover

Listening
to my sister
and her friends,
I love it.
The laughter,
the fun,
I am happy myself.

Tired

Tired,
tired,
so tired.
Exhastion drags at every movement,
fatigue makes my steps heavy.
Oh why did I stay up late to read?
Why?
The book was great,
but as my mind quickly flees insanity,
I am missing sleep.

I Can See!

I can see!
Thank Ben Franklin,
I can see!
Oh,
that two pieces of glass
can change my sight,
that is amazing!
Astounding.
Thanks be to God.

Chocolate

Chocolate, sugar
happiness in a wrapper.
A treat for a smile.

Listen to the Sounds

Listen to the sounds
of your country.
It is dying.
Listen to the sounds
of your government.
It is corrupt.
Listen to the sounds
of your countrymen.
They are burdened.

Your rights are fading
as minorities claim special rights
that they alone receive.
The Constitution is forced to bow
to people that seek to segregate them selves
in "trying to eliminate discrimination."

Tolerence is the name of the game,
Tolerence is Death's new moniker.

Change your beliefs,
Change your thought,
Curb your tongue,
Kill your God,
Kill yourself,
or they will call you mean names.

But scream your beliefs,
Verbalize your thoughts,
Unleash your tongue,
Worship your God,
And truely be yourself
(And let none stand in your way)
and watch those that would tear America
fade like the morning mist.

The founders,
that worked so hard
and risked so much,
are their efforts for nothing?
The first mitlita,
that died for freedom,
that died for independance,
that died for a fledgling nation,
are their deaths now for naught?

Children

Can you hear
the laughter of children?
Can you hear
their delighted cries?
Simple joys,
Simple games,
Pass the time.
Pass the fun.

In Love

In love,
so competely in love!
I can see straight
can't write straight in love!
Hold me
in your arms again,
let me feel your heart again,
I never thought that I
could feel this way,
about you.

I am Waiting

I am waiting.
Waiting for myself.
I need to get my head on straight,
To realize where I am going.
To realize where I want to go.
To figure out who I want to follow.

I am waiting.
Waiting for a sign.
I need to know what I am doing is right.
I won't stop of praise,
I won't stop unless I am wrong.
Am I wrong?

I am waiting,
Waiting to do something truly big.
I need to know that my God is real,
That this is His path for me,
That this is His plan for me,
That this will not fail.

All things are possible with God.
But is He with me on this?

Humor at Night

Humor at night
is often the greatest humor of all.
Late night
brings out laughter.
Something about lack of sleep
makes cheesy Disney SitComs that much funnier.

In the Morning

In the morning,
the dew lays upon the grass,
so soft,
so silent.
The sun begins to rear his sleepy head,
banishing the moon for the day,
and his rays angelicize the trees
behind whom he rises.
The city stirs to life,
casting off the hours of quiet
that follow the parties,
and prelude the work day.

But I don't notice.
I'm asleep.

Wallflower

I want to get to know you,
to know who you are.
I want to be in your confidence,
to be on your list of friends.
But my tongue will not obey me,
my courage flees too fast.
And so I'll stand in the corner with a smile,
hoping you'll notice me.

Missing Day

I missed a day,
forgot a day.
It shall not be remembered.
Whatever happened
upon that day?
My memory's been dismembered.

The Past Echoes

The past echoes.
Listen to it repeat
it's lessons day after day,
year after year,
leader after leader.
Some listen.
Some turn a deaf ear
to that which could make them great.

Starve Love

Starve Love.
Leave him alone,
cold,
outside the gates of your heart.
Kill Love.
Leave him destitue,
broken,
without you.
Stifle Love,
Do not let him call out,
make a sound,
that could save him.

For Love,
though selfless,
will take everything.

Sister's Day

Who needs to celebrate it
when Selena says?
I can celebrate it whenever I want
(by losing badly to my sister at Wii tennis).

This Path

After years,
we touched through e-mail.
After nothing,
there came something.
And it was so simple,
so easy.
It was as if the time passed
had not.
Ah,
what would have been my fate
if I had stayed?
What path would this friendship have taken?
I do not know.
But this path is good enough.

History Was Made Today

History was made today,
many years ago.
Men stood and walked upon the moon
Soviets were our foe.

We defeated them many times
The Wild West, she won.
The mighty East came crashing down
Many died to kill that one.

Remember, today,
Along with Armstrong's name
That one small step for all mankind
Brought one eternal fame.

I Stopped in the Graveyard to Think

I stopped in the graveyard to think today.
I brought flowers.
As if flowers could ease my guilt for something
I couldn't have stopped.
Could bring you back.
Could move that man thirty minutes later
Or twenty blocks north.
As if flowers could turn back time
And I could hold you in my arms
And tell you not to go.

When I think about your death,
Your murder,
I think about you.

And that is the worst part of all.

Sunday

This Sunday was a strange one,
Full of stife to say the least.
We were missing two guards at the pool today,
And firefighters had a feast.

I didn't make it to church today,
I was sorry for that mistake.
Stress pushed on me the entire day
And my happiness felt fake.

But I made it through successfully
with prayer and a bit of luck.
And the next time a frisbee flies at me
I'll know better than to duck.

Summer Sun

It is that time of year again,
The sun kisses some,
While others marry it.
People bronze their skin
As they laugh
And play,
Or read a book under the glow of the sun.
But those that play at the pool,
Do they ever notice the watchful gaze
Of the people in red,
Guarding their lives?

How Dare You

How dare you accuse me
of a small worldview!
And in such a manner!
You,
who have lived in the same place
your whole life,
while I have changed cultures once,
and that is not a time I like to remember.
How dare you!
You that knows me
How dare you.
For some strange reason,
I did not think that such treason
would come from you.

Rain

Memory is a strange thing.
I can remember every lunch code I have ever had
4005 enter
11056
104949
and my libasry card number from sith grade
23149007141524
but not a password I made just last week.

You can choose what you remember.
My seventh grade year was tough
and I usually choose to remember the bad things
as if that will justify my pain.

But some memories you don't pick.
Whenever it rains,
I hear the seventh-grade talent show again
when this girl sang a self written song:
"Rain,
oh rain
stop fallin' down on me
'cause I'm losin' my grip
and I'm startin' to slip
and I'm afraid I'm going to drown."

There's a Light

There's a light
In the distance.
It shines bright,
Brighter than a star.
I cannot hope to reach it,
And yet I try.
Oh,
Let me fall in pursuit
Of something greater than I.

Nighttime Conversations

It's late at night,

we should both be asleep.

But I can't stop talking to you.

Can't stop-

loving-

you.

Why?

You are the best friend I have had,

probably ever.

You've seen me through think and thin,

from wallflower to bold rose,

from small-time writer

to a poet with a blog.

I don't want to ruin these nighttime conversations over the Internet,

where all we see are words.

And yet there is no miscommunication.

You and I know each other too well for that.

Rules

This is a place for poetry,
And sometimes prose.
What the rules are
One can only suppose.

Obey grammer,
Obey spelling.
But if I differ,
You'll only know in telling.

Introduction

With a poet's dying breath,
I sing to you.
The pages are faded,
The ages are tainted.
And yet one who the world has hurt
Lives.
And breathes.
And hopes.
She does not scorn,
She is not bitter.
For there really is a light at the end of the tunnel,
As long as there are people brave enough
To seek it.