If I had time
Before the tears
That arrive
Every forth or fifth hour
My thoughts
Would be clearer
My mind
Happier
Place to live
less ideas
of horrors
And more
Of wonder
If I had time
Before the tears
Gather to fall
                   Like
                                  A
                                         Mist
                                                     Into
                                                                  Rain

Fear the hero
For he is no
Hero in the eyes
of fate
of destiny
do not fear the villain
Fear the hero
No matter
The story
No matter
His reasons
He is tempted
by the cries
of what he
Believes
Should be
fear the hero
do not fear the villain
the villain is a hero
in the eyes of Few
but the hero is a villain
in the eyes of many
the hero will always
believe he is right
but he is never right

For seven days
We lived
But we were
Told that we
Could only rest
For three nights
Each could choose our
Own nights
For the first three
Days we enjoyed
this new life
Then Marie
Died
Another day
Thomas and Juliette
They died together
After finding love
Next day
Alex died
I'll miss him
Halfway between days
five and six
Three more died
They died
Screaming
For life
There's so few of us
Left
Just me
Lamar
Mira
And Jackson
At sunset on the sixth day
Mira tripped
And fell
Into the river
Lamar jumped in
To save her
We never saw them again
I am scared
Because I can't
bear to be awake
Any longer
If I don't rest
I will past out
That will be
My final night of rest
Tomorrow
I will die
I know it
But what of Jackson
He has rested
Only once
Will he live
Past our seventh day
The sun is rising
on my last day
of life
Jackson holds me
As the last of
The life
Leaves me
I'll see you tomorrow
he whispers

I'd think of you
And if I knew
What to think
I'd say it
To you
Your face a
Distant memory
I know that
We text
At least
Twice a day
Sometimes more
Our conversations
Have lulled
Into smiles
And 'how are you?'s
I've seen you
Only twice
In person
That was a year ago
My life is getting busy
So is yours
I should think
We met on the ice
But now this
Contention between us
Seems to be
Stretched thin
So I'd think of you
If I knew What to think about
I'd say it
To you

A writer's glory
Is a quick thing
Never does last long
Shorter than the time
I've spent writing
The novel in my mind
First page written
Plot half finished
But enough about that
A writer's glory
As fleeting as it
Can be
It is a glorious
Feeling of
Triumph
of feeling like
That your words matter
But then you
Realize that
what they love
you can not
Write another single page
It's sad really
They've forgotten
What you wish to write
I bet you have too
I've spent so much
Time too much
Time
Writing fanfiction
A terrible plot
Wraps you up
In the
What ifs
I can't bear
That anymore
I want to
Write about
What I want
And when
My glory fades
I'll be okay
I know that now I
know nothing
of life
And the way it should be
So goodbye
Writer's glory
I will not fall
Under your spell
Because after
Every glory
There is always a
Tragedy

Poetry
Pen in hand
Sheet of paper
Words in mind
But no inspiration
Forget basic sentence structure
Because of free verse
But is it really
Poetry
There is no
Rhyme scheme
No beat
Only clever words
Constructed
This way
There is always a part
of me
That wonders
Do they get it
Do I need to write this
No
I don't need to
And that's why
Just another line
A few more clever words
That hide
My second meaning
Poetry
A secret love
Of mine
I will always
Find a time
to write you
And dream
of the day
Someone will see
You and me
As more than
a girl with a pen
That scribbles out a line
Or two
Or the one who
Always has extra
Notebook paper
Because I
Never know
what will catch
My attention
And steal away
to your words
And you
To be more than
a dreaded part
of high school English
But you
Are patient
Even when you are
A dying great
But you live happily
In my heart