If I say I dreamed about you.
You may be really great.
I maybe think you're really weird.
Perhaps it's you I hate.
Perhaps my dream was a nightmare.
Perhaps I woke up screaming.
You never really know what I mean,
If I tell you I was dreaming

We have a choice whether or not to be happy.
It's called outlook; a glass half empty or half full.

To the one I love
Whom I've never met
Who one day
Will never leave my side
To the one I will cherish
With every laugh
Every smile
Every heartbeat.
I will wait for you
As the days go by
No matter how long it takes.
I will not rush
I'll take my time
And live my life
By my design.
I'll search for you
But will not toil
There's much to be done
Before that day
I will not fear
For you will come
No matter how long it takes.
Until that day
I'll wait for you
For we have nothing but time
We have nothing but time.

Dear Summer,
Thank you for the Rain
Days spent at skating rinks
Summer classes
And hours spent in the car.
Thank you for the new experiences
The opportunities
And lots of new friends.
Thank you for the hard work
The challenges
The ends
And new beginnings.
The heartaches
The headaches
And plenty of growing pains.
Thank you for the warmth
The scolding asphalt
Lying in the sun and burning to a crisp.
Thank you for that one day I spent time with my family
The trip I took with my friends
And everything in between.
Goodbye Summer, you were magnificent.

When I was younger, I refused to cry.
I wanted to be solid, fearless, and strong.
But as life continued, I realized that keeping it in only made it worse.
It made me emotionless, stolid, a hollowed out version of what I used to be.
Energetic, cautious, happy.
I never want to go back to who I was then, nor who I was before.
But I'm still not proud of who I am now.
I know that we all self-doubt, and that I may never be the perfect image that I believe I should be, but I suppose that gives us something to work towards.
As we go through life, facing fear, challenge, hurt, we adapt to it in different ways.
I suppose it doesn't matter how we adapt, only that we do.
Pushing forward is all that matters.
When all else fails, we've just got to keep going, and ignore the vines that try to drag us down.

Each night the curtain opens
And figures do appear
Through the haze they dip and dance
Singing loud and clear

Every act is different
They never run the same
With each song the lyrics change
Singing out my name

I could become famous
Directing such a show
The cast has so much talent too
Around the stage they go!

As the curtain closes
The actors take their bow
Say goodbye until the end
The sun is rising now.

Each night the actors in my head
Put on an awesome show.
But since it’s all inside my head
No one will ever know.

Find joy in the moments that aren't noticed.
They are the ones that contain the most meaning.
The best feeling in the world is to be amongst people who don't think about the downs.
People who don't care what life throws at them.
It is the best type of happiness.

Things are always changing, always shifting.
Nothing will ever be still or certain.
There will be losses and gains, just as there always have been.
There will be love and kindness; hate and resentment.
They will always be there, in interminable existence.
My past is in the palm of my hand, sitting there like a lump of wet clay.
As time ticks past, it melts away.
Leaving me, and all of us, for tomorrow.

Sometimes it's hard to know what you're working towards.
It's difficult to figure out where you want to go.
Sometimes you just need to stop thinking for a moment,
Enjoy your life, and just go with the flow.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
I will be strong, no matter what happens.
I will not concede to weakness.
Pain will not win. Failure is irrelevant.
It will not exist in this world of mine.
I may fall, but I will get back up every time.
Negativity will not stand in my way.
I will not shed tears, lest with a smile.
Those who give me strength, I will draw them with me.
I will protect them from the harms from which they protect me.
I will not see pain inflicted by my own hand.
I will be a leader of tomorrow. I will bring the world in my wake.
Today is the first. It will be the first of many.
I will be strong and I will be proud.
I will love without fail and remain loyal to those who hold my trust.
I will be honest and thoughtful and as kind as life will allow.
I will never again look behind me.
I will not let my past drag me down.
I accept this challenge, for I have written it.
Thus, I start a new chapter of my life, and it begins with these words:
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

Some days there will be bumps in the road,
Cracks in the ice,
And mud in your shoes.
I suppose there's not much you can do about it,
Except have fun,
And keep going anyway.

He was shorter than us. Scrawny. Freckles around his lumpy, mushroom nose.

He walked to school alone.

We would hide by his fence and pelt him with leftovers from dinner.

By his locker, we jeered. Rained occasional blows on rounded shoulders. Watched as his face slowly turned the color of ripe tomatoes.

One day, he didn’t come. Not to his fence; not to his locker.

The others saw his mother on television. I saw her eyes gaunt with grief.

They saw his father. I, the tears his father shed.

They moved on to new targets.

It’s just me now, standing here, alone.

Soil turned in summer’s eye
Flattened blades from weary boots
Trees are singing; hopping birds
Return their polyphonic tune
Rusty Chevys rumble by
Wandering, but never lost
Laughter makes the soil gleam
Restless wheels and sodden leaves
Stories follow, day by day
Always moving, never rest
Scent of timber feeds each breath
Far from home, but never left

It's Pride who sits on lofty shoulders,
Donning silk and crystal shoes,
She blinds all those without the strength to see.

Time runs on oiled tracks,
Cloaked in wants; forgotten wishes,
He waits with open arms.

You Can't Make People Change.


They Can Only Change Themselves.

Every day it goes away

Every day… it’s almost gone

Every day it goes away

Every day it finds a way to escape

Every day it finds a way….

Every day it finds a way….



Hope’s never there when you need it

Sometimes you’ve got to stand on your own

Hope will only take you halfway there

You’ve got to lead the way

My head's an endless circle.
The depths of which, unknown,
To any man or child or beast,
My sanity condone.

My head contains no corners,
Beginnings, nor an end.
No pathways and no rabbit holes,
Escape is all pretend.

My head's an endless circle.
A tangled, twisting maze.
Of flying books and living words,
And tales on silver trays.

My head is full of paper.
Some plastic and some glass.
And birds and things that live in here,
Whatever comes to pass.

My head is full of wonders,
A miracle or two.
So come inside, I'd like to share,
Insanity with you.

I'm ending a chapter....

Starting anew.....

It will never end.

No One Can Make You.
Only You Can Control.

The tip of my pen is moved
by forces not my own.

The words that are unwritten,
never will be shown.

Marching across an empty page,
never knowing what to do.

All of me is forever lost,
Unless there is all of you.

I will not fall.
I will not drop.
Into the dark.
I'll never stop.
I won't look back.
I hear the call.
I will not trip
I'll never fall.

Though things seem stark.
The light is there.
The starlight twinkles
Through the air.
When darkness falls
I'll stay awake.
The cold will numb,
The nagging ache.

When something hurts you inside, you repel it until it's impossible to ignore. You deny that anything can touch you, harm you from the inside.
It's hard to be empty, but still feel the pain too.
It's hard to even know what you're feeling.
Or why you're feeling it.

Some                    Days                   Things
                 Seem                  To                         Fly
                             By                     Far                         Too
                                                                                               Fast.........

I don't know what mental state I'd be in without music...

It has this uncanny ability to erase all the crap that goes on each day,
and sometimes, if I listen carefully,
I can hear it speak.

It tells me to smile.
And laugh.
And put on a happy face each day,
no matter how I feel.

It tells me to take chances,
And stay positive,
And even if I'm sad,
to make others laugh,
as not to pass it on.

It tells me to be stone.
To stay strong despite the blows.
To always wait
for the sunshine
and the rain.
For it will always come.

I don't know what mental state I'd be in without music...
It is my backbone
And my soul.
It's the voice in my head that tells me to keep going.
And the voice that reminds me when to stop.

It's the only thing that never fails me.
And the only thing that never leaves.
Sometimes, I can even sleep at night.

There will always be the chatter and rush of day.
There will always be the ups.
And the downs.
And the things that keep you lying awake.

But sometimes I can even sleep at night,
Because I know that there will always be something to wake up to.

The days go by with a swirling, hazy lack in Circadian Rhythm. It's at night when I'm most awake, my head pounding with thoughts of day.

People come and go, entering my consciousness, only to leave as quickly as they came. These little pores, the tiny holes left by something lost, are quickly filled by new knowledge, new acquaintances, new experiences.

The pit never re-forms, the cavern has crumbled, filling in the empty spaces.

There's a peaceful aspect to life, the part leaving me with the ability to laugh, to keep going, despite my past. The thing that reminds me every day of who I am.

Once, I lost myself; an identity never reclaimed. I fear I'm not who I used to be, but I am someone. I am a person I'm proud of.

I'm proud to say my name. I'm proud to look people in the eye. I am many things. But I am not ashamed of who I am.

I am intelligent. I am brave. I am kind.

These may not always be clear. They are not always noticeable, and there are times when I doubt them, but there's a voice in my head that reminds me not to judge myself for my past.

I can't look back. I never will again. I do not regret that part of my life, for it has shaped me, made me stronger.

I love my life, I love myself, and I love the world that I hope to one day change.

It always seems that the people who call you names...
The people who look at you and say:
Weird
Odd
Crazy
Disgusting
Loud
Annoying
Worthless

It always seems that the people who whisper...
The people who murmur
Hiss
Mutter
Lie
Gossip

It always seems the people who say you're not normal, not worth anything

Are the ones who aren't.

They say you're 'inhuman', but if so, are they?

The Moon is my sister,
The Stars are my friends,
The Sun is my ally,
To serve and depend,
I'll shine through the shadows,
And burn through the night,
I'll vanquish the Evil,
And stand with the Light

Remember that the sun is still there when it rains.
   ,            ,           ,      ,                  ,      ,           ,      ,
          ,               ,                ,      ,           ,        ,           ,
,      ,         ,            ,             ,          ,                 ,
,                ,                   ,               ,        ,        ,      ,

Rain is dripping

Down...

Down...

Down...

Rolling to the frosty ground.

Rain is dripping, freezing there,

Falling through the frigid air.

Rain is plopping on my nose.

Plinking, plonking, down it goes.

Freezing to my window pane.

Little moments in the rain...

Mist clusters on top
Of the towering mountain
The lake sits below

Mountain Roads....
twisting
lurching
swirling round and round
until I'm dizzy

Rivers
Flowing
Rumbling
Scraping over rocks of steel
over the edge

Snack foods
Crunching
Slurping
Unbalanced meals of
muffins and deli

Family
Laughter
Screaming
Scaring people hiding
behind the doors

Pictures
Scenery
Rivers
Mountains
Log Cabins
Snack Foods
Cousins

Mountain Roads...

You know you're a poet when you cry at night after the words you wrote on your hand that morning got rubbed off during the day.

You know you're a poet when you nearly **** your best friend over a notepad and a pen.

My mother once told me:
No one can hurt you.
No person can hurt you.
Nothing can hurt you.

My mother once told me:
No one can hurt you.
Unless you let them.
Only you can hurt yourself.

You know you're a poet when you're up till 4 am pairing words for future rhymes.

Barren trees are whipping by
Underneath a pale blue sky
Cows and fences everywhere
Flying through the crispy air
Birds are swirling all around
Gravel scattered on the ground
Jumbled colors near and far
Wheels are turning over tar
Through this window, in this seat.
All of life is on repeat.
In the nation of the Peach,
All the world within my reach.

Sometimes,
ice           can
feel            so
cold         that
it   seems   hot

Every
 Single
  Day
   I
    Often
     Forget
      To
       See
        The
         Positives.

If I say I dreamed about you.
You may be really great.
I maybe think you're really weird.
Perhaps it's you I hate.
Perhaps my dream was a nightmare.
Perhaps I woke up screaming.
You never really know what I mean,
If I tell you I was dreaming.

I am living in a world of dreams.
But there is a difference.
When I open my eyes.
I don't wake up.

Wind whistles wildly over a wonderfully watery world.
Sand sifts softly through shimmery, silvery snow.
Letters lay lightly on a lazy, lumpy list.
Rain rakes rivets in a rough, rambling road.
Fire fights fiercely through a farmhouse far away.
Dawn dips daintily, and dooms the dark to day.

Caring for people is the best feeling in the world.
When you care for a person, you wonder what they're doing.
How they are.
When you'll see them again.
If they're happy.
If they had a good day.
What they'll be like tomorrow.

When you care about truly good people, you can't wait for your alarm to go off.
You can't wait to see their smiles.
Hear their laughs.

When you find good friends, nothing can stop you.
It's as if the entire world is a cloud of positivity.
The sun is brighter.
The air is warmer.
Energy is lighter.

Everything falls into place when you have people to care about.

Some people think I'm crazy,
but this is what I say:

Being insane is relative.
I take it day by day.

Though people think I'm crazy,
I am completely sure:

There's no such thing as normal.
There cannot be a cure.

Some people think I'm crazy,
I always tell them this:

You're just as sane as I am.
They take it as a diss.

Though people think I'm crazy,
I truly know I'm not.

I say that I'm original.
And that is all I've got.

Too easy it is to forget the

what

and why.

The robin’s wings flapped up and down as sun’s first light lay on her crown.
Flying, gently flying.
The stars shined high up in the sky, a glowing comet floated by.
Flying, gently flying,
The child laughed as his kite flew, he ran through grass all dabbed with dew.
Flying, gently flying.
The dandelion felt a draft of crisp, clean air support its shaft.
Flying, gently flying.
From way down low to far up high, from dew-dabbed grass to deep blue sky.
Are gifts that guide us, everywhere, from flying birds to crisp, clean air.
And these are those that earth is drowned, that surely make the world go round.
The place where everything is always, flying, gently flying.

Today I'm a bit blue
And I'm not sure why
I don't have the flu
I'm healthy, it's true.
So why am I so blue?

Today I'm a little down.
Why would that be?
I'm wearing a frown.
My feelings are brown.
I don't know why I'm down.

Tomorrow I know
What I'm going to be.
I'll put on a show.
My happiness will grow.
Tomorrow, I know.

Tomorrow I'll be happy.
And I won't be blue.
I'll write a bunch of really sappy
Poems for you.

Tomorrow I'll be happy.
Tomorrow I'll be glad.
Tomorrow I'll be golden
And I won't be sad.

Every day we are
One step closer to the end
Let's enjoy the ride

Every night we close our eyes
and miss one of the best aspects of life:
the light in the dark.

Today I
Have made an
Amazing discovery. I
Never thought so many people would find my work entertaining. I didn't
Know I was capable of writing anything good, but

You all have proven me wrong!
Only now can I have confidence in my writing and
U**nderstand that my words mean something.