Sometimes I can't see past the shadows in the trees.
Sometimes I don't notice the song that lies within me.
Sometimes the sun looks down and hits me in the eye.
Blinding me from everything important in my life.

When hope flies away like a peregrine.
And out of your reach because you cannot fly.

And when the nightmares come in the darkness oh oh oh oh
Open your eyes and believe

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free

Sometimes life won't let you choose who you're meant to be
Sometimes it takes a choice before you're truly free.
Sometimes you have to let your heart show you the way.
And let your spirit soar out of the past into today.

When hope flies away like a peregrine.
And out of your reach because you cannot fly.

And when the nightmares come in the darkness oh oh oh oh
Open your eyes and believe

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free


Sometimes my heart goes cold,
But I look up to the sky,
the clouds there are fearless
And never afraid to cry.

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free

The sun is a fleeting thing
It rises in the morning
It lights our world as the day goes by
We work in its shadow and revel in its rays
But sometimes we want to cry
When the last light of day slips through our fingers.

Love is very rare
It's a feeling we all should share
Something that binds us to one another
But all too often in our lives we do nothing
As the love we should always feel for each other
Slips through our fingers.

Life is a gift to us all
It flows through the air we breathe
And dies in our tears when we grieve
Its in the food we eat, the wine we drink
But the laughter stops  sometimes
And life comes to a standstill
But unless we catch it in our fists
It will slip through our fingers.

Happiness comes and goes
When one will feel it, no one knows.
It is unpredictable as a tornado
It can so easily be muffled by storm clouds
When we let our happiness slip through our fingers.

No matter how poor a person is
Hope still lives in the ground they walk upon
The air flowing through their lungs.
It keeps the world round
and spinning around the sun.
It is the basis of happiness and love
and the one thing in life someone can never lose
unless they let it slip through their fingers.

But even then.
They can always catch it
Before it hits the ground.

Watch where you step,
although the forest seems kind
it has a nasty secret
and might just bite you
from behind.

Happy Birthday to you
Here's a poem for you
And thus I shall sing it
Happy Birthday to you

You were born on this day
And now I have to pay.
But since I've got no money,
This rhyme I shall lay

Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do

You're fourteen years old
Good lord you are old!
You should start looking into health care!
You're fourteen years old.

Now since I'm your friend
I'll be there till the end
Even if you go crazy
I'll always be your friend

Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do

Now woman watch out
Better practice your pout
The boys'll knock down your door!
You tell them, "get out!"

Happy Birthday to you
Here's a poem for you
And thus I shall sing it
Happy Birthday to you

Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do

Happy Birthday to you
You don't belong in a zoo
And whatever happens next
Just remember I'll always love you

My Good Friends…

Spell my name right

Know that my favorite color’s green

Aren’t afraid to bluntly admit my flaws

Know my middle name is Grey with an E

Know that I talk to myself

Acknowledge and share my obsession with books

Listen when I’m having a rant

Know how to calm me down

Know when I’m hiding something

Have secret jokes with me

Tell me what they think

Can talk with me for hours on the phone

Know how to make me laugh

Encourage me about my future

Ask me about anything and everything

Are always THERE to lend a hand, an ear, or a heart.

I was upstairs doing science
I came down for a break
I had sixty seconds to eat a snack
So I fixed myself a shake.

I sipped for fifteen minutes
Then my mother said, "Alright.
It's time to go upstairs to work
or we're gonna have a fight

I looked up at the clock
and I said to mom, "Already?
I still have fifty seconds left
and I still want some spaghetti."

I went to my computer and
I played a fishing game.
I played for twenty minutes
till my mom called out my name

"It's time to go upstairs, my dear!
The day is near its end!"
I still had forty seconds, though
and emails left to send

I sat down on the piano bench
and played the whole book through.
My birds began to chirp and tweet
I clapped my hands and stomped my feet.

My mom began to scream and shout
"Get up, go work, or you'll be out!"
"I only played six songs you know!
I've thirty seconds left to go!"

I opened the door
and stepped quickly outside
I searched for ten minutes
for a good place to hide.

I heard some rustling
very nearby and
a short moment later,
my mom cried out, "WHY??"

"You're deliberately wasting!
Go on! Do your school!
You're driving me crazy!
I'm starting to drool!"

"Please mom, come on!
I thought you were smart.
I've got twenty seconds,
I think I'll do art!"

I got out my pencils,
crayons and paint
I scribbled on paper.
My mom, she felt faint.

"You're getting me mad!
My hair's turning grey!
My skin's turning purple!"
She started to say.

She collapsed on the floor
and screamed ****** ******.
I think everyone in the world
could have heard her.

"Why aren't you working?
I really don't know!
Waiting for you is like
watching grass grow!"

My painting of oranges,
roses and pears,
was super fantastic
but mom didn't care.

I cleaned up the brushes
and rinsed out my hair.
And all this I did
with ten seconds to spare!

I looked out the window,
the sky was pitch black.
The day, it was over,
there's no turning back.

My science, unfinished,
my math stayed undone.
My mother lay limp,
but at least I had fun!

Everything is pitch black
Birds have flown away
When the sun goes down at the end of the day.

The nightlights are turned on
In beds children lay
When the sun goes down at the end of the day

The world has grown silent
The trees do not sway
When the sun goes down at the end of the day

Everyone is tired
The sky turns to grey
When the sun goes down at the end of the day.

The darkness is endless
And try as we may
There's no way to bring back the lightness of day.

All people are putting
Desires at bay
There's no more to want at the end of the day.

Hello.
Hello yourself.
What do you want?
What about you?
What is up?
What’s with you?
I am trying to get rid of you.
Hello.
Hello yourself.
Why do you keep saying that?
Why do you?
You are a pain.
So are you.
Why can I not run from you?
You can not get away because,
you are me and I am you.

Once upon a time
in a kingdom far away
There lived a lovely princess
with a smile as bright as day

The princess was to marry
a young prince across the sea.
so they could live in love
and be happy as could be

But one day the Prince's father
came and told him the bad news.
He was taking over both their kingdoms
and he wanted both their shoes.

The princess clung unto her prince
and watched the army ride away
she knew her former kingdom would
be gone by the end of the day

And so she cried and watched the sun
as it sank way down low
and by sunset her kingdom was
all in rubble so

She went and locked herself away
and her prince did it too
they went into the dungeon
and started their lives anew

And there was where the couple died
Oh I forgot to say.
There is no happy ending here
I thought you knew that anyway.

Here clouds cover misty ground
I stand lost upon a mound
rotten branches falling down
their prickly needles turning brown

Sun's not shining, birds are gone
looks like I'm the only one
standing in this foggy glade
where night's shadow has been laid.

Here is where the land does meet
smashing waves and air so sweet
standing here until the dawn
wondering where the light has gone

Why can I not understand
many features in this land
changing all forever so
blooming flowers to the snow

Once the mist does drift away
no reason for me to stay
I can find my own way home
I won't linger all alone.

I may come across as crazy to you. But I’m not. I’m not crazy. Well that depends on what your definition of crazy is. It could be in a technical sense. Or it could be in a literal sense. Or it could be in a mental sense. Or OK. You get it.

So here’s the thing. My friend is being controlled by Reptilian Aliens. Yes! I’m serious!... No, I haven’t seen them but… Hey. I learned it on the internet and the internet is always right. I haven’t told her that I know. I’m not sure I should.

What if they hear me? They’ll come for me! They’ll take me! What if they harm her to get information from me? What if they come and destroy the world? Oh no! They can’t. Earth is the only planet with chocolate! Imagine a universe with no chocolate! Then everyone would be without energy all the time and what a disaster it would be if I had no energy!

Especially because I only use my energy for the greater good! What if I weren’t here to warn you about this danger? You all have to keep your mouths shut! It’s imperative you are discreet! We should all go into hiding! Underground. There has to be a secret bunker somewhere for me!

I’ll help everyone get settled in our new underground home. No. Wait! My friend. She’s coming! It’s every man for himself! Aaaah!! (Runs Off)

A cute little girl with leaves in her hair
Sits by a tree and chews on a pear.
Her clothes are all matted with dirt and debris
She sits in the mountains,
her face to the sea

She's holding a pen with flowers and hearts
she's writing on paper and using her smarts
Someone next to her pokes her in the arm
She puts down her pen and
then turns in alarm

If I were a little more kind
had a few more friends
and a better mind
if I never insulted one
from behind

I'd Be Perfect.

If I had prettier hair
and maybe left some
more skin bare
and didn't have the eyebrows
of a bear

I'd Be Perfect

If I were a bit less shy
toned down my energy
and didn't lie
if I always smiled
when passing by

I'd Be Perfect

If I were to hang
with the proper crowd
didn't bite my nails
and was not so loud
if I was meek
and not so proud

I'd Be Perfect.

Sometimes I lie
I like to be loud
I bite my nails
I have my own crowd
What if I am
a little too proud?

I’m Not Perfect.

The sound of the drip is driving me nuts.
But it's that sound that's  keeping me awake.
I would love to collapse in by bed and sleep.
But I must remember what is at stake.

I must finish a job that's interminably there.
A string that hangs just out of reach of my hands.
I know that the night's almost gone but I can't.
Stop myself from drifting to some far away lands.

And just as I get to a happy place there,
the drip pulls be back to my bright little room
The sound of that hopelessly broken faucet
Just adds to the shadows, the cold, and the gloom.

My mind is uneven and all that I do
is hopelessly bent out of what it should be
My poetry's mangled my rhyming is rough
My eyes are all blurry and hearing's failing me.

I can hardly hear myself typing these words.
My vision is dull and my fingers are numb.
The darkness is closing in my little world.
My brain has powered down am I going dumb?

Oh wait. I've nearly been up a whole day.
Maybe I should try sleeping at night.
Maybe if I didn't procrastinate so much,
I would have some free time to see if mother was right.

I know that I should have been finished by six.
She does always tell me to get my stuff done.
Because if I get it done early enough,
I might even, may even get to have fun.

So maybe I'll even try that on the 'morrow.
For now I guess I'll be going to bed.
Forgive me for throwing you all of my problems.
You probably think I've had a knock on the head.

Anyway, well goodbye! It was such a nice chat.
Maybe we can do it again sometime?
I doubt you have even read up to here
of my uneven, rythm-less, bottomless, rhyme.

You are...
The name I look for in my inbox.
The person I call when I'm going to the movies.
The shoulder I search for when I need to cry.
The ear I borrow when I need to rant.
The person I think of when buying books.
The person who's words make the most sense to me.
The one who understands me best.
The one I can count on for constructive criticism.
The one I can count on to be brave when am not.
The person who puts up with me.
The person I consider as my Best Friend in a world where Friends are underrated.
The one who stands with me night and day through storms and sunshine.
The person who will always find a way to make me grin.
The one who still has a dry sense of humor at two in the morning with a Marvel movie playing outside our cabin.
My partner in crime.

If I were to write you a thank you note, It would never end. So I hope these two words will suffice:

**Thank You

Who am I?
What am I mean to do?
When is my moment?
Where is my heart?
Why am I here?

I am me.
I am meant to do what's right.
My moment is now.
My heart is everywhere.
I am here to make the world a better place.

How do I do this?

I don't know.

I'll just have to find out.

Don't question life and live later. Live now and be proud.

They say its irrational.
Are they right?
Are they wrong?

They say its silly.
Am I weak?
Am I a coward?

Sometimes I face it.
What will happen?
I'll be fine.

I slow my movements to molasses.
What if I trip?
What if I fall?

I cannot help but glance behind.
I feel a tingling.
It's in my spine.

I have to know that I am safe.
It is dark.
It is cold.

Our doors are flimsy enough to break.
They can get me.
They can take me.

Well yes I have four dogs.
I am safe.
I am home.

I feel as though in one false step.
I will lose.
I will die.

A sound I make a place I look.
I'll see something.
I'll feel something.

There is a thrill to it though.
I do it a lot.
Every night.

I can run on a collapsing dock in the middle of a hurricane (true story).
Without fear.
A clear head.

But the dark is something that scares me.
The unknown.
Being watched.

I cannot think in front of people.
I might fail.
I may fall.

I can stand atop a cliff.
I can balance.
I love heights.

I can do all kinds of things.
That scare most people.
But not me.
Not me.

But then as I stand in the dark.
In the safest place I should know.
There is only one thing I can think:
What if.

Lets go back in time a bit.
Come on in here. Come and sit.
Do not mind my musty wraps.
I will not sell them for snow caps.

Now you all think I'm a fake.
Here's some candy for you to take.
I am, in fact, so very real.
You and I can make a deal.

This is what I'm thinking of.
Little Lady, little dove.
I will tell you all about.
How I came here with no doubt.

All it cost is just one thing:
All you three must do is bring,
Me a steamy cup of tea.
Go on. Hurry off you three.

Ah, I see you all are back.
In this tea its strength does lack.
But that really is no matter.
Let us stop with all this chatter.

Let us go way, way back when.
Parts of us were Ib and Ren.
Sheut the shadow, Ba is me.
Ka, my life force. Mine you see...

Ib the heart and Ren the name.
Not one of us is the same.
Most my soul parts have not changed.
But my Ka has… rearranged.

Haha! I came back to life.
With a bone, some blood, a knife.
I shall walk till Hallow’s Eve.
Then will leave you all to grieve.

Do not run dear little girl.
Let me pat your tiny curl.
I will not hurt you all right now.
I’ll take my leave, here’s my bow.

But just watch out on Halloween.
I do love hearing small girls scream!
Goodbye now. But watch your back.
I warn all those with wits that lack…

The Lark and the Dove not often meet.
And both their lovely songs are sweet.
But one spring morning when they.
Find they cross on path and way.

When they were young they were both told.
That other species young and old.
Were not the type to find a friend.
For bad will always be the end.

But these two birds, innocent and new.
Did not believe this lesson through.
And eye to eye the birds both saw.
And altogether forgot the law.

And into the sunshine they both play.
And live their song-sweet lives away.
They did not know as they flew into the sun.
A life-long friendship just begun.

Your fingers drum against the chair.
A step from sleep a mile out of reach
You close your eyes but your mind sticks.
It won’t allow you to drift away.
You’ve done nothing for hours but sit and tap.
Your hands are numb from the dark cold fear.
And the foreboding dread of untold news.
You knew it was coming as it always had.
There is no saying what can not be.
The words need not be spoken aloud.
They have already flooded into my soul.
This is courtesy of life.
There is no stopping what fate dreams up.
There is only your internal strength that
stops your falling to the floor.
Although you may want to crumble in
the long hours waiting in the dark.
There still is time to emerge at the end
of a long, tiresome day.
And even though you know it’s true.
That what you’ll learn after the long, sad wait
will not be what you’d like to hear,
Hope will always be outside.
Sitting in a sunny patch.
Waiting just for you.

I stepped out on the stage and the audience gave a cry.
I admit I almost stopped because I am a little shy.
I twirled and whirled and danced and then I came down with a crash!
My mother called an ambulance and it came in a dash.


My dance teacher came to visit me in the hospital
There was my Mom, my Brother Greg and my Principal.
My dance instructor sighed when she heard the news from Greg.
“I just followed her advice. She told me ‘Break a leg’!

Shadows block the light away
For here is where the sun won’t shine
I shut my eyes in fear again
And pray that sleep will soon be mine.

I will not dare to lift my head
I can’t imagine what I’ll see
I think of how right now I’m in
The last place I would like to be

It doesn’t matter what they say
I know their stories are not true
For monsters really do exist
I know it cause I’ve seen them too

They pretend that they are shadows
Nonchalantly floating by
Sneaking around my little room
And scaring me until I cry

But when I see a little ray
Through the pale curtains in my room
When drops of sun light up my world
And steal away the night’s cold gloom

I know that all will be okay
It is what gets me through the night
Just knowing that in the morning
I’ll get to see that shining light

The sunshine blocks my fears away
For now is when the shadows hide.
I leap into the morning cause
I know that life is on my side.

My fingers twitch
My eyes are wide
As though I can see
the other side

The side of pain
The place where dark
surrounds your soul
muffles the spark

The spark of life
of hope and light
that shines through day
and blinks through night

Nurture the spark
Keep it alive
Let the inferno
Fuel up your drive

Let hope inspire you
Never to cease
When all else is lost
Hope will release

Fight through the pain
for when it is gone,
life will still be there
for you to lean on.

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.