In life
You are going to have to make decisions
That you will question for the rest of your life.

You are mine.
You were my best friend since 6th grade
When I first moved here
Then you started to become a stranger
Someone who I've never met.

I felt the distance you put in between us
I felt the cold draft rush in to fill your void
I waited for you
It only got colder.

Enough is enough.
I had to do what was best for me
I wasn't going to let you play me like that anymore
I ended our friendship
You didn't have the guts
To say it to my face what you've been saying behind my back.

I took the reins.
I ended us
I couldn't keep on pretending like I didn't know
I deserve better than you
But why am I questioning everything I've done?
Why am I wasting my ink and midnight tears on you?

Letting you go
Was the hardest thing I've done
Memories of you and I
Flood my pillows
Filling my thoughts
I will never forget you,
Dear Friend.

Because of thee, the land of dreams
Becomes a gathering place of fears;
Until tormented slumber seems
One vehemence of useless tears.

*Lionel Johnson [1867-1902]

I don't lie
To intentionally hurt anyone
It's completely the opposite
I lie to protect
The girl in the mirror
I can't let her get her hopes too high
Because there is this beautiful little demon
Called reality
He will wreck her plans
Cause her ship to sink in the torturous waves
And the sad thing is
She's got nothing to lose
She's got nothing to fear
But the girl in the mirror
Who gets in her own way.

My dad calls every year round my birthday
I don't want to talk to him, mom
Last time I saw him I was 9
Now I'm 15 years
I've been avoiding him 6 years
My birthday is coming up
What do I do?
He tries to be a part of my life
But I can't
I push him away
I don't want to see him
I've been okay without him
I can keep on keeping
A secret grudge that's been buried
I can't, I can't
Be alone with him
I don't want to see him
You don't mess with my kin
I wish I could let go of the past
But 6 years a grudge
Ain't easy to let go
Goodbye dad
If I ever come looking
It's gonna be at your grave
If you're ever gonna see me
It's gonna be my tombstone.

I leap with joy at the news
Happy tears rolling down my cheeks
My parents are separating, once again
We're going back to the ranch
Hopefully we'll be happy
I'll miss my dear friends
But the true ones know
The broken family we are
Sometimes it's best to leave
Instead of forcing something that shouldn't be
They understand
But I pray that my younger siblings be alright
Full of innocence
I take the blame
It is all my fault
I brought us back down to hell
Back then, I was too young to see
But now I feel that this is not okay
We're going back to the ranch
Lord Almighty, help us
We've tried and tried
But some things aren't meant to be
Alcohol and a broken woman don't belong
That man and her don't belong
She deserves better
He's gonna drown himself in his work and alcohol
I hope we'll be happy
I can't go on pretending
We must crawl out of hell now
I'm kissing this house goodbye
We're going back to the ranch
Just mom and I and the kids
Daddy's gonna be left.

You came in from Connecticut
Born in Houston, TX
You are a puzzle that I can't piece together
You don't speak unless spoken too
Everyone is so easy to piece
Then by golly there's you
You drive me crazy
You want to be a Ranger
You gotta fight for Uncle Sam
What are you, boy?

She dreams of the night
When she'll go gliding across the lonely sky
The humans whispering, "A shooting star"
But she is nothing more than a shy star among others competing for the moon
She dreams of the day when humans will look at her in awe
She is a silent star, a silent poet
Hidden in the darkness of her sky filled room, the moonlight beckoning in
A candle casting shadows of a young girl's hand flying across a blank page
Words quickly filling in as her heart writes her desires and dreams
She hides behind her fantasy equipped words
The ink whispering tales of true love and romance
She is a passionate lover of silent words
Infatuated by their unspoken loudness
The poem is a song to her heart, her lips whispering in harmony
She is a photographer capturing the moment in stringing letters
She carries beauty in her heart and onto words on a once dead tree giving it life
In her wildest dreams, she is a shooting star
But in reality, dreams don't always come true
That is why she is always writing, to live her dreams through her words
Her heart aches to be a writer, a poet, a dreamer, a lover
But she is just a shy star.