Many people worry
about whether
They are too insignificant, unnoticed, not included
Or too noticed, too many obligations
Too many expectations
Yet when you think
A city
within a state
Within a country
Within a continent
WITHIN AN EARTH
WITHIN A GALAXY
On and on and on
...
Or the other way
A STATE
A CITY
A neighborhood
A school
a friend group
a best friend
Why can’t you make your own bubble?
As big as you want it
Or small and closed tight
You can’t complain for lack of people or space either way
considering our humongous galaxy
And if it fails
Move
Look for new
OUR WORLD IS HUGE AND YOU HAVE THE FREEDOM TO FORM YOUR OWN BUBBLE

Unseen
Unheard
Their eyes skip over mine
Their voices directed to others
Their ears only hearing others
I'm invisible
In the classroom
In the hallways
Outside
Inside
In the cafeteria
I'm invisible
And I'm really tired of blaming myself for it

I have      wierd thoughts      in my head
They ain’t true      but they there
So what do I do?

My dad tells me,
don't act like
everything's
set in stone
You're young!
Your character isn't
permanent
yet

My mom says,
put it in
a mental trash can
and get past
the thoughts,
keep
moving on
Try,
some mindfulness,
breathing,
It'll help calm
your mind
...
...
...
I tell my little brother
you're character's
not set in stone!
Throw it in a mental trash
can keep
moving on
...
Sometimes,
When reflecting on things,
they can be so sweet

Is it better
To have complex sounding poems
With analogies, literary devices, and enriching words galore
Conveying the same message in numerous ways
But sporting a simple ideas

Or
To have simply written
Clearly stated
Easily comprehensibly worded
Poems
Sporting complex ideas?

I discovered something today
As,
The proposal
Of the main character
Of my novel
Had me jumping
All over the house
In a fit
Of giggles
...
It’s easier for one to get closer
To a fictional character
Since,
You know everything about them

If my classmate
Told me something
In the way of romantic
Matters,
I may congratulate her
With a smile
...
But it’d be
Nowhere near
As energetic
As I am now

Should I
Put
               every
                             little
              scrap
out there
Or
Should I
only allow the perfect to take up the spotlight

Others,
Push it in
I,
Keep it out

In other words...
Others, fill their heart
I,
Keep mine tightly locked

With

A

Click!

Unique
...
the meaning of my name

Without realizing
I had spun a cocoon
of desires
around that one fact

The name,
my parents gave me,
either on a whim
or because of its beauty
or meaning
or some other
casual reason
...
I seem to have taken to heart
...
Because I truly,
while knowing
I'm not the only one
...
I truly
want to be
Different
...
In my heart
...
Screaming out
in some of my poetry
My inner thoughts

I want to be different
I want to be special
I want to stand out
...
A little girl's dream
of being
a princess...
superhero-
sorceress-
power ranger-
...
...
...
...
Now,
as I'm growing older

I continue to harbor
the hope
in my heart

But rather,
than be
that young girl
chosen
to go to Narnia
or Hogwarts
or
Wherever else
...
I want to carve out
my little niche
in the world
...
Where I can be me

So **** Endless
The blue sky
about to swallow me whole
Are those really atoms?
A patchwork quilt
So intricate
Not even
Rather
So intermixed interwoven
Just a mess
Just a mass
Including me
Swallowing me
Whole

To go
Or not to go
That is the question
whether tis noble in the mind
to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune
or to take arms against
a sea of troubles
and by opposing end-

Okay guys that's enough.
Anyone recognize that?

Seriously though, should I go to the dance?

A part of me wants to
I'd get to see my friends
share experiences with them...

Another though,
Would rather stay at home
having more fun there

My mom told me I should go
try something new

But it isn't new
I went last year

It was great
But right now I'm feeling mildly invisible in my friend group

Maybe more effort is required?
To relate more with them?

But it's not due to malicious intent
Or anything

I
just
feel
invisible

I have one best friend though
But we're kind of different
It's still easy and fun
between us

She doesn't go to the dances
She doesn't wear dresses
She'd rather play video games
Watch ****** Do
Or read Agatha Christy

I have other friends too
But I don't talk to the ones I don't see everyday much

But I talk to a variety of people as well
At least,
I have people I can easily talk to

Should I go?
I probably won't be lonely
But I'd probably have at least some times
of Boredom

No

Maybe that's why I'm not going
I'm a coward

But

That isn't it
...exactly
It's sort of
laziness
combined with a mild fear
But mostly I feel I'd have more fun at home

AAAARGGH!

Somehow I seem to believe I'll have better friends in the future
Maybe
Maybe not
I think I will though

Plus, at this age
at least in all the relationships I've had

Both sides
Are SUPER self-obsessed

PEOPLE ARE SO SELF-OBSESSED
(Me included)

Alright rant over
(Probably not)

A certain little mermaid
wished to have feet
to walk
to run
to dance
perfectly to the beat

A certain gingerbread
knew his feet were key
to run
run
run
and escape tragedy

When a certain princess fled
She would have never seen her beloved again
As the clock finished stricking twelve
****
****
****
if not for her feet
whose slipper led the prince right to her street

A certain large monster
is known for its abnormally large feet
and when one sees its footprint
they can either give a
shriek
shriek
shriek
Or they can flee and not become mincemeat

So you see feet are important
very much so
Whether in fairytales or real life
They allow us to go to and fro
So next time you consider what you’re grateful for
Take a though for your feet
although real life’s isn’t a video game
they are your cheat

Why should I?
I ask my insistent self
And instead of
Giving me some convincing reason
She says
Why should I?

In a sea of problems
...
Sometimes
It seeems
Like I’m the only one
Trying to swim

How do you speak
When you spend every minute
Scrutinizing
Every word
You are
Or will
Say
Even in front of your friends?

One thing
I love about this
site
is that
it's free
...
You're free
to write as you please
...
You're free
to comment as you please
...
There's plenty of room
for self introspection
..
And everyone here is either
like minded
or has an interesting
new
perspective to
contribute

Such a simple thing
All should do it
Yet
All do not
As much as they should

In elementary school
The thought of sleeping
Past 9
Seemed sacrilegious

Now,
Sleeping before
Seems
Impossible

11:00 bedtimes
Sometimes just because
I can’t afford to put my electronic down

Yet
It’s essential
A period for us to rest

So why keep changing it?
Why keep pushing it
away?

When
The only
One being harmed
Is
Ourselves?

The acrid, rather salty aroma surrounds
me, cloud of it invading my nostrils and tongue as the salty
liquid drips past my parched, cracked, lightly parted
lips as my throat is made hoarse by screaming
with all my might as we score the winning
Goal

Everything is so new,
so much better,
so much more interesting.
I want
to do everything
I want
to try everything
I want
to experience everything
For the time is now;
And I am ready.

I am no celestial
I have no wings of gold
But
Rather than focusing on what we don’t have
What do we?

Do you rely on this website more
To write
Or to read?
...
Equally?

I think it’s silly
And maybe I’m cynical
To wonder
Because to me
Life isn’t a gift
Life isn’t a right
Life isn’t a chance
given to us
The universe was just so
For it to happen
And it did
Weather we are lucky
Or not
One can decide for themselves
But as for me
I don’t want to think of those useless things
It did happen
So I’ll make of it what I will
Do what I want
Short term
Long term
Whatever the case
Not for others
Not for some possible entity living above
But just
For
Me

I know him from Debate
I know her since we share a similar name
I know them from playback theater
I know him from the musical last year
I know her from squash
I know them from my old school
...
You may think I'm a social butterfly
But,
that's not the case

I know him being, 'I know he's very polite but easily argumentative from my one word interactions with him and he's dated one of my friends'

I know her being 'I've heard of her from others who confuse our names but I've never really spoken with her except for exclaiming over our names'

I know them being 'I came to the meeting and listened quietly eating bagels as they spouted all the ideas'

I know him being 'my friend talked to him and I was there, we had to **** each other during one of the acts'

I know her being 'I finished my squash match early and watched her play hers'

I know them being 'they knew me as the shy girl who likes to read, I know them as people I inevitably talked to during school activities in our small grade'

It's unfortunate
really,
when I think

I could be great friends with these guys
If
I
only
stopped
being
so
self
conscious

When a person is
Caught off guard
Is their natural
Reaction
Fight
Or flight
...
Or freeze?

Sometimes,
One can play it innocent
Diffident
Flight
Backing off
Easily

Other times
One could play it cool
There’s nothing
Wrong with what I’m doing
And I ain’t moving gurl

Then, there’s the freeze
Just stop
Stutter
Or don’t even speak
Um’s and
Uhhh’s
Leading
The other
To come to their
Own conclusion
...
So, which one do you do
Flight
Or fight
...
Or freeze?

Third wheel
                             Extra
                                                    Discarded
                                                                          Trash
                                 Time to pull out the self pity
Wrap it around myself tight.                                    
                               A snug cocoon
A supposed shield                      
                                                   Suffocating me unnoticed
From the inside.                

...


Till it’s too late

I sit there,
with them,
No longer alone
IN
as they chatter
And when she asks me
I nod in agreement;
not really paying attention
A secret smile playing across the corner of my lips
Because I am IN

I’m so lucky
I’ve heard that
And there are times
It doesn’t need to be said
But I guess what I really
Need to think about
Is
How can I help others be lucky too?

Some people like my poetry
And
when I realize that
it's like a little
shock
to my system
...
Because,
it's literally my thoughts

Slightly filtered?
Yes

Extra line breaks
to gain the
impression
I require?
Yes

But, it's still basically

my thoughts
And people seem to
actually find
it
i n t e r e s t i n g
...
Although,
this is surely
the case with
many poets
If
not all
..
I'm sure,
plenty
of the ones I read

...

It's really
amazing

How we are able
to appreciate
each other's
thoughts
despite

Similarities
...
and
differences

I know I should
get up
and do the ten thousand things
on my bucket list
But it’s a summer day
and my couch is
so soft

Today I was looking through my old works
Searching
For a hidden treasure
A diamond in the mud
Or even
A pliable piece of wood
Maybe not a prize in itself
But
Potential
Or something quite ordinary
But hiding secrets within
Of emotions
Memories
Thoughts I never knew I had
Something
Anything to excite my senses
And to give me a sense
That it
was worth it

Summers day
Soft white couch
Feathers make me sneeze
As the birds make their morning calls
The taste of time
So sweet

CRAZY
...
...
...
Just another word
For people
We
Don’t
Understand

I’m Me
Simply leaving
These two words
Seems
As if either denying
Or insisting the fact
Why
Do I do what I do
Is it because
I have a fantasy complex and believe each thing I do
Has some mysterious other purpose
A careless
Flick off he brush
In actuality is a piece of a
Masterpiece