Santa said
I will give you a lump of coal.
I replied in rejoicing
Give me all the coal you can.
I’m not even going to argue with you.
My house needs all the warmth
That coal could provide.
Santa seemed startled.
He told me I had been bad.
I told him that even bad people need warm homes.
He nodded in bemusement.

Red is unique.
Red is love,
But also anger.
It's passion.
I've dyed my hair red
5 times and my father says,
"You're being fake."
I am a force to be reckoned with,
I do not answer to fake
Red is unique and he doesn't see this.
You can't make purple a natural color for hair
And you can't make brown an unnatural color
But you can soak me in ginger
And make me a glorious fire truck
Let me will rain on others.
When I started wearing makeup
It was a passion I couldn't afford
So I ignored it.
I would hide in the bathrooms though with the few things
I could buy myself
And I'd mock my Father.
Red lipstick made me a *****.
I didn't wear it in public,
But on that bathroom floor I flaunted it.
Pink didn't look right on me
And purple made my teeth look yellow.
Red was bold though.
No one misses red lipstick,
Not even on an unfamiliar face.
Red's not my favorite color
Or anything.
But everything I do will always be red.
Red will hold my hate.
Red will show my compassion for anyone who was kind
And lent more than a judging glance
I am a thousand different waivering things,
But red will always be me.

I tried to write a book once
i titled it
Sparked,
but the plot was dull.
Ironic.
I tried to tell myself
I could write
I had some poems
and I thought too much,
Little did I know
I wasn’t close and
all I had were repeating lyrics
that filled my thoughts
and kept me up at night.
They were meaningless
I swear
I’d plan out speeches in my head
tell people what I think about
and why I didn’t try enough.
Excuses.
Every time it came to speak
I rumpled up
even though i’d memorized it
in my sleep.
I’d try to write it
but my meaning would hide
it was written behind the lines.
Jumbled metaphors and
tacky similes
became my family.
Not even they knew
that behind closed doors
was a feeling I couldn’t afford
I wasn’t adored.
School mattered more
I ate too much
and every one knew the class bore
“ it was you”
Assumptions
they blame me for
that which I haven’t done
they care for me?
none.
The poster child
on the thrown away copies.
I watch people step on
caterpillars
complain about the lack
of butterflies,
beauty.
It’s not what I see
it’s not what i’m called.
Different.
But not unique.
Age 15
but boys make me snore
no one gets that
so the topics quite sore.
I think if I rhyme
it’ll be less
serious
because i’m not.
Serious.
I’ll talk about the things
that hurt me most
nonchalantly
because I care too much.
I’d ignore the ones who knew me
for the ones I wanted to know.
Clingy,
to everything
but my own.
I was lost at sea
the captain of my ship
but not knowing
how to steer.
I guess I fell asleep
in that class.
Not that it mattered,
stranded on
land or water
I was already lost
I’ve already had
my fair share of
disasters,
but everything is worse
than this.
Everything is worse
than not having friends.
I’m a lucky one
invalidated in the least
but hey
I have food to eat.
I have a roof
and teachers who care more
about who  I can be
than who I was.
Than who I still am.
Potential.
Lacking in my eyes,
yet overflowing.
Students ask me for help
yet they have better grades.
Implies I don't apply myself.
True.
Denies to have the time
for help.
Pure apathy,
but still praying
for some empathy.
I’m sick from school
or sick of being there.
I go home
sleep until dusk
remind myself to brush off the dust
homework
not of essence
tell that to my
61 F
no effort.

maybe
when you left
those scars
on my heart
i became
a beautiful poet.

I will make a mirror
with your love
in my little heart,
Then I always can see you
in that secret mirror
if we will ever be apart!

I will make nature beautiful
with your memory
in my tired eyes,
Then I can see you
and your imagery.
Yeah, I will do this
I make a promise!

If you forget me forever
and don't love me anymore
then I'll never ask you
to take my fears away,
but no one can see
how much pain is in my broken heart!
Sweetie, it'll bring tears to my eyes
and that can make a salty sea!

You smile when I am sad
you don't miss me
when you are glad
I want your happiness
because I love you
but you want my sadness
because you got me wrong
you don't love me
but I like your song
Do you feel like I love you?

I cry when you are sad
you don't even know my name
you just call me a lad
Please, it's not a bot game
I have feelings and love
but you can't feel me
and my silence
I see you don't like me
but I still believe you're my princess.
Tell me, what do you have?