Swing Club

Spun around and around
And around and back again
Keeping time
In mind and feet
And somehow staying afloat
In a glorious whirlwind,
That's me
Who's now at the bottom
But sees how easy it is
To dance her way to success.

Talking to Someone Imagined

What is this human need
To share?
It is,
I suppose,
Natural to long
To pour out my heart
To a friend that will
Not understand
But care anyway.

Life is lonely
With out another soul
To hold

The urge to dance
Burns and overwhelms
Even as the limbs
Ache
And the bones
Scream
There is still an itch
That begs
For release
Even at the cost
Of dignity,
Of pride,
But what does that matter
In the face
Of glowing creativity?

I am alone.
I am at peace.

Because, though my
Treacherous heart
Refuses to believe it,
I know that I
Do not walk alone,
That a Love
Greater than imagined
Is with me.

The past is gone;
All that matters
Is the present.

I know now
That I forgave them
Long ago.
I just forgot
To forgive myself.

Why are there emotions?
They only get in the way
Of sanity.
They hold back reason,
Stop conversations
For choked throats
And choking words.

But then again,

You never saw
The pain inside.
I suppose this means
I knew how to hide.

Though look at me now
I'm such a success.
I'll take my fill;
You can have the rest.

But there's a part of me still
That yearns to be known,
To have what I can't own.

The time grows short.
And all too soon,
The world will be upended
To never be the same again.

A Drink Unwanted

It is strange,
Feeling simultaneously
Selfish and selfless.
Strange and difficult.

Because one knows
Which side will win,
Must win,
And yet choice burns
Like the first sip
Of alcohol down the throat.

Covered by clouds,
The sun burns red
As I grow older
And lonelier.

I'm moving.
But I don't entirely want to.

I do want an new adventure.
A new climate.
(I never really had
A chance to be a part
Of the group that I
Wanted to be friends with.
A chance to not be
Excluded at school
Is why I'm leaving this
Cursed state.)

I want to learn,
To be surrounded by learners.
I'm so excited.
I can't wait!

And yet,
I can.
Because I shall leave
Too many true friends.
Skype and Facebook
Are terrible replacements
For the joys of
Laughter and Hogan's Heroes parties.

To be honest,
College is what I'm looking
Forward to most,
But also a pain I'm starting
To dread.

Oh My Soul

Oh my soul,
Why do you despair?
What right have to cry?
God has blessed you,
So why does this reminder
Make you weep all the more?

Oh my soul,
Why do you despair?
Is not life enough?
Is not the breath of God
A balm for your wounds?

Oh my soul,
Why do you despair?
You could never have
Changed anything anyway.

Down, down,
To the ground.
Can I do anything
To turn it around?