I try and I try to fight through the page

To create my own lines and feel all my pain

But yet I get nothing. No prize in return.

So all of that pain tore through me for what?

I hate writing poems but I do so anyways

And I continue to hurt with no good to come.

I remember the day when death had stolen you from us

It was a stunningly sunny spring morning

But life felt as cold as the frost upon a winter’s earth.

I am feeling stuck
Like I’m drowning in quicksand
Struggling to be free

After months of waiting
My ring has arrived
I admire the craftsmanship
And soak in its gold

But I find out a flaw
As I slide it right on
And see that it doesn't
go all the way down

I have been anticipating
when this **** ring would come
And being stupid enough
To think it would fit like a glove

A beautiful ring
A beautiful gem
A beautiful band
That's just too small

With months after waiting
My ring has arrived
Only to find
That it just doesn't fit

<3
After all these years
I’m just now realizing
I’ve a crush on you
<3

If only mom knew
That what I really wanted
Was to go with her.

As free as a bird
To fly at great heights
And being washed by the sun
Feel the warmth of light

To spread your wings high
Then lift off the ground
And soar through the sky
Only peace will be found

To feel free as a bird
Away from all stress
Only my songs will be heard
No fears to express

A way to express
And to let yourself feel

To not bottle up
The damage inside

And to let it all out
As a way to survive

In rhythms and rhymes
To make up a song

In a way that is real
A type that is raw

And powerfully done
Ready for all

The truth then comes out
But still kept safe.

Spread love like petals in the breeze
And embrace life with a smile, please

As your life is a gift
So, let your face lift

Soak in the sun
Dark clouds, there are none

And remember
As long a we will all stick together

We can get anything done
As we are all one

So it's time to paint the sky bright
Then, we'll spread our bright light

Because a bright sky is indeed
Just what this world needs.

I want to live in a life
Where grades don't cut like a knife.

I want to not live in a place
Where only the smartest win the race

I want to not have a number define who I am
And to be compared or cry over an exam.

I want to be equal, despite all my flaws
Than to feel ripped apart by your hurtful claws

I want you to listen, and your attention you will give.
I am not defined by my grades so please just

Let.

Me.

Live.

I’m blocked

Can’t think of anything to write
Searching for inspiration with a fight

I’m locked

Scanning my head for lines
Scouring my heart that confines

I’m shocked

Nothing to say
No words to pay

I’m clocked

Nothing on the sheet
The clock I can’t beat

I’m blocked?

Turns out I just wrote a poem
While suffering from writer’s block

I can be fire
Let me ignite

But I can be cold
Blown out in an instant

But today I’ll stand strong
Fight through the wind

I will ignite again
My flame will burn bright

I will be fire
An unstoppable force

Listen to me now,
You are stronger than you know.
Just take a deep breath.

To my two close friends
Never thought I could do it
I feel amazing

I want to scream
Let my words burst through in a stream
It has been pushing at me
It wants to be free
It needs to be seen
I need to express where my thoughts have been
I fight to be out
And live my life as I shout
To live in my truth
While I still have my youth
I want you to know
And to let myself grow

I want to say every word
I want to be heard.

Rain can be as beautiful as it can be dangerous.
While sun is warm and bright on the surface.

Hail is loud and hectic and much
As wind can be fast and hurt from its touch

Fog is mysterious
A tornado is serious

Cyclones will swirl
Hurricanes will whirl

Snow is gorgeous in all different ways...

But sleet is heavy and melted; with a sadness that stays

How does a poem sound
When there's no rhyme around?
How do words fit
If the end does not transmit?

Rhyme, time, chime, dime.

You could write with a rhyme every line
This could change how it sounds
But still make it all align
This is now a poem that is still confound

Write, change, light, range

You could continue this pattern
And it will always sound good
But what if you don't rhyme?
How does this poem sound

Different, good, bad, odd

A poem does not need these rhymes
All it needs is feel
Something that is special
And is powerful anyways.

People may see you as inadequate or flawed
To be imperfect; to be seen by all
Covering up is the only way to go
Dreading for summer and a wanting for snow
Hating to walk by any mirror in sight
Wanting to cry if clothes are at all tight
Needing a way to escape from my thoughts
Having the desire to drop the hate I have brought
I must break free from this seal
Open my eyes and heal

An imperfect body?
I must change for me not everybody
But the change I seek,
It’s not physical to speak
I must learn to love
My harmful thoughts must be undone
Who is perfect?
No one, last time I checked
What makes a flaw?
Take a breath…ahh…
Learn to love yourself
Please, put your pain back on the shelf
It’s time to dance
Break free and take a chance!

So, dear my imperfect body…
I learned to love you, along should everybody.