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.

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

It was my best friend's birthday
So I went to the store

I got a balloon
And a serving spoon
And some fruit cubes
And frosting tubes

I bought a cake with her name on it
I bought a cake tray with a crack in it
'Cause I dropped it on the floor...
When I was walking out the door

I tripped on a plastic plate
Dropped by some girl named Kate
She left it rolling around the place
And made me fall right on my face

My right hand fell into the cake
The fall made all the cookies break
My shoe went and popped the balloon
My elbow made a dent in the spoon

All the fruit cubes on the floor
The frosting tubes were full no more
There was frosting on her card...
Heck, nothing but frosting for at least a yard!

I think the manager got a little stressed
Before too long, he was only half dressed
Mopping frosting off the floor
Rushing, running through the store

Cantaloupe and melon soup
Rainbow chocolate frosting goop
Big ole hand print in the cake
My fancy party was at stake

I went to go and buy some more
But the manager kicked me out the store
I took my spoon and crushed balloon
My cookies and my mangled cake

I grabbed the fruit cubes off the floor
And ran them to my friend's front door
When she came and answered me
I held them out for her to see

And though I thought she'd cry and pout
She laughed till all her tears ran out
We ate the cake and fruit together
She said it was the "Best Birthday Ever!"

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Life is starting to feel like an endless game of scrabble...
However, in this game,
someone has removed all the vowels from the bag
and there are no blank squares.

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.

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.

That's all I want.
It's all I f*cking want.
I just want to be happy.
That's it.
That's all I pray for at night.
That people will be nice and people will be kind and everything will be ok.
The rest of the world just hurts so much, that I'll take any bit of happiness I can get.
Any bit of joy.
Anything.

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'm almost there.
Almost to the top.
Nearly at the end.
Kind of finished.
Sort of done.
Barely through with everything.
Somewhat over.
Close to the finale.
Not quite completed.
All but there.
Practically
Just about
Virtually
More or less
I'm almost there.

Remember that the sun is still there when it rains.
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Left alone,
I will sing.
Abandoned,
I will dream.
Unloved,
I will care.
Hated,
I will love.

Loved,
I'll love harder.
Held,
I'll hold tighter.
Found,
I'll be a companion
Collected,
I will be content.

First he was everything. The love of my life. My favorite person in the world.

Then he was the one that got away. He was a missing puzzle piece in my heart. A painful and unexpected wound that tore my soul to pieces.

Then he was an enemy. The villain of my story. Stuck forever in a place of anger and resentment.

Then he was less significant. A memory. Something to learn from. Some sort of lesson.

Then he was the past. Something that happened. Not as important as before. Someone I settled for. Something mediocre.

Then he was nothing. A stranger. Then he no longer held a piece of my heart.

And I think it's funny how it works like that.

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.

My eyesight is terrible.
I’m allergic to dust.
I can’t fold clothes.
I hate using chopsticks.
I refuse to eat mushrooms.
I always forget to floss.
My hands are all veiny.
I bite my nails.
Blow my nose loudly.
Sneeze a lot.
Trip.
Run into things.
Rush.

I’m late all the time.
Have too much stuff.
Drop things.
Lose things.
Forget.

I push people away.
I’m scared to be loved.
I’m mean sometimes.
Brash.
Make decisions too quickly.

I pick on my friends.
I go a little too far.
I’m too sensitive.
Get mad too easily.
Hold a grudge.
Am slow to forgive.

I react badly to criticism.
My hair is too thin.
Gets frizzy and tangled.
My nose is too round.

My posture is awful.
My feet are all callused.
And covered in marks.
My legs are too big.
My shape is too wide.
My shoulders are stiff.
I’m always uptight.

I get mad at myself.
I get mad at the world.
I get confused.
And afraid.
And angry.

I get sad and depressed.
I hate being alone.
I let things get to me.
I get tired.
I give up.

I bite at my lips.
And play with my hair.
I laugh really loudly
And sometimes I swear
I often get angry
And rarely play fair.
Though I’ll never be perfect,
I really don’t care.

Today is my first day without you, like really without you.
Before, there was always a chance, always a hope that things would be okay and that we would work out.
But today is the start of a new chapter, where you and me don't exist, and there is no us, maybe, or one day.
I am free of the lies you told, the mistreatment, and the disdain.
I'm free of the inconsistency, callousness, and pain.
There are no more chances, no forgiveness, or apologies to accept.
There or no more talks, or possibilities, or "just want to catch up"s.
Your power is gone, the one you held over me like a grim reaper, waiting for me to falter.
The worst kind of monster... Welcoming me with open arms, only to lead me down the spiral of insanity.
I'm done, and I'm ready, but I'm not yet okay.
But I know that now I can work towards feeling that again one day.
And it hurts, but maybe that's the pain that I need.
Perhaps it's just that which will finally break the cycle of awful, maddening repetition.
I know some days I will move forward and some days I'll fall back, but at least you won't be there to remind me just how much.
I will never again hate myself for letting you in.
This is not the end, and I'm so ready to begin.
So today I will celebrate your absence, as a never-ending holiday.
I am so thankful that I chose not to let you stay.
Because none of this was worth it, and if I could I would change so many things, and wish all of it away.
So goodbye, my love, the one haunting my past.
The one who appears in my nightmares, including the one I live every day.
Who's there to remind me that I'm weak, and I'm broken, and that no truer words have ever been spoken, except...
I'm more whole than you'll ever be, especially now you have to live without me.

Those few who survive the disease,
return to life stronger.

Although more wary and unforgiving than ever,
they return.

And they are stronger than before.

Once Upon a Time
as most stories go,
there was a prince
with an mule in tow

And what really made
a lot of folks balk,
was the weird fact that
the mule could talk

Now this grumpy prince
was not too amused
so he sat right down
and for a day, mused

What ever could he do,
with some old, talking mule?
He was a royal prince!
Not a babbling fool!

He took the mule to town
And put him up for sale
With an old bale of hay
and a watering pail

And so the mule was sold
to a very old man
and his very old wife
of the Coconut Clan

The family was nuts
but they gave the mule hay
and let him run amok
in the pastures all day

And at night the farmer
would talk to the mule
and when the mule talked back
all the neighbors would drool

No one would believe
that the mule could speak
and to all of them
the future was bleak

Until one day, the old man died
The man's wife and the mule cried
Then the woman went to sleep
Never made another peep

And the mule was sad
he ran far away
to a far off castle
all night and all day

He crossed the deep, dark moat
And went to the throne room
when the King saw the mule
he knew he'd met his doom

"Hello old prince" said the mule
"Hello" the prince replied
and ran for his life
despite all his pride

The mule sat on the throne
and let out a defeated drone
He didn't have a clue
for there was nothing else to do

"I guess I'm king now" he said
And placed the royal crown on his head

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.

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.

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.

Awkwardly I stand my ground.
Awkwardly I'm standing there.
Should I smile? Should I frown?
Awkwardness is in the air.

Awkward in the morning fog.
Awkward in the evening light.
I've been awkward all along.
Though I think that I'm alright.

I've got lots of awkward friends.
We are awkward every day.
The awkwardness it never ends.
But together, it's okay.

Awkward I am, but I'm proud.
To be awkward is a gift.
I don't have to make a sound.
I can give the mood a lift.

Though I'm awkward I still smile.
There's much to be happy for.
I'll be walking down the isle.
Awkwardly and then some more!

There's no point being ashamed.
If you're awkward, please be proud.
If you're awkward and get blamed.
Just awkwardly smile and say real loud:

"I am awkward, but that's me!
And that is how it's supposed to be.
So come and be awkward with me.
If you try it, then you'll see!"

It's just not in me not to love. It's my greatest weakness. No matter how badly someone treats me, I'll always make excuses for them, because it's so hard to accept that some people are just... Bad.

It's what you do when you care about someone.

You don't just sit back and watch and let them destroy themselves or be destroyed by someone else... You do something about it because you care and you love them.

And you know what? People might say that it's those reasons why they left my life. Maybe I do care too much. Maybe that drives people away, and maybe that means that I don't deserve to have people in my life that stick around and love me the same way...

I don't get the logic, but maybe that's just it. Maybe it's just the way the world works.

So, be mad at me.

Hate me.

Bad mouth me.

Do whatever you want.

Think whatever you want.

I've learned that there's nothing I can say and nothing that I can do to change anyone's mind about me, and I don't think I should ever have to.

Because I know that one day, or maybe never, I'll find people that truly know and understand me and care about me as much as I care about them.

I might never find that.

Heck, maybe no one ever does.

I'm just done fighting for a basic human right.

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.

Negativity
Brings you down
Pulls you to the darkest depths
Sends you to the coldest trench
Tumbling slowly across a plane
Cold. Alone. Dark
Wind is whipping through your hair
Fire burning through the air
Light is shining everywhere
Warm. Strong. Bright.
Soaring through a foggy cloud
Sends you swirling through the sky
Catapults you to new heights
Makes you soar
Positivity

Roses are yellow
Violets are grey
I hate mushrooms
Mom go away

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’!

Belgium, we hear you.
Our tears fall at your loss.
One day, things will be okay, and the world will turn right-side up.

It won't be tomorrow, or in my lifetime, but one day, it will.
Until then, we hear you, and stand with you against the evil in this world.

Evil exists.
It is very real.
There are monsters in the shadows, gouls under our beds, and ghosts drifting outside our windows.
We are all but children playing in the dark.

Evil, and pain, and wrongdoings, and losses, exist all around us.
And one day, when we decide, they will go away.
Until then, we hear you.

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.

Taking a chance will

                                       Either open a door or

Slam one in your face.

That deep sting that appears when hurt is all you feel and the people you seek comfort from can only say "enough already".

Rivers
        are
           only
         as
deep
      as
        your
             imagination
                                makes
                            them.

Sometimes my body and brain
Refuse to work.
In order to stop from losing myself
Or being a ****
Or causing other people pain
I just let myself go insane

My enemies hate me for all I stand for, and all I'll someday be.
My acquaintances know my name and recognize it.
My casual friends may not know who I am, but still make life lighter.
My friends are the ones who comfort me when I fail but draw away when I succeed.
My best friends laugh with me about my failures, celebrate my successes, and tell me straight when I'm being a pain in the neck.
My family supports everything I do and are always there, even if I don't want them to be.
And all those in between make life interesting, whether good or bad.

None of that matters unless I say so.

My enemies make me stronger.
My acquaintances give me pride.
My casual friends make me smile.
My friends keep me social.
My best friends warm my heart (and strengthen my patience).
My family is my lifeblood and backbone.
And all those in between, make me who I am.

Thanks to everyone in my life, no matter what you think of me.

It’s so disturbing to see what people come to
How quickly they ruin what might have been
It’s so disturbing to see people go from light to dark
It physically hurts to watch them fall

It’s so disturbing to watch your friends whither
As they turn their back on heaven’s light
It’s so disturbing to see the past disappear
To watch as history demolishes itself

It hurts to see people ruin themselves
People who were so close to you
Friends and neighbors moving on
And leaving you wondering what is right

It’s hard to leave the past behind
The memories you thought were life itself
Those moments you wish would last forever
Old jokes never told again

It can’t be stopped
It can’t be avoided
It can only be accepted
No matter how hard it feels at first.
And then forever.

If you're missing love,
find it.

If you've lost your way,
ask directions.

If you've fallen,
climb.

If your happiness left you,
chase it.

If a storm's approaching,
find a tree.

If you can't find work,
make it.

If you're thirsty,
drink

If you're hungry,
eat.

If the fridge is empty,
find a store.

If the store's closed,
What is dirt for?

If you're flying,
watch your head.

If you're running,
watch you're back.

If you're 'too tired',
sleep's overrated.

Out of breath?
Well so is air.

Life doesn't live you
You live life.

Life is like the trial version of a computer program.
If you want full benefits, there's a price to pay.

If you owe it,
pay it.

If something's undone,
do it.

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.

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

Too easy it is to forget the

what

and why.

If you live your life feeling like you're walking on eggshells and constantly questioning who really cares about you, there's a simple solution:

Instead of walking on eggshells, move them somewhere else.

Remove them from your life completely.

Stop caring about what people think, and start being who you are without being ashamed of that person.

Then, the people who accept you for that are the ones that you keep around.

I feel like life kind of got better when I stopped begging people to be there for me.

I had to start just letting the people who want to come as they please rather than constantly having to chase after them.

You should never have to fight to change someone's mind about you or have to give so much of yourself that you lose who you are in order to get people to like you or care.

That's just not how it's supposed to work.

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.

What does figure skating feel like?
Many different things.

You could be flying.
Or swimming.
Spinning.
Twisting.
Or nearly dying.

It's scary.
Incredible.
Painful.
Silly.
Unbelievable.

People watch you and gawk.
The pressure is high.
But so is the reward.

It requires tolerance of pain.
Determination.
Mental strength.
A lack of sanity.
And a bizarre sense of humor.

You've got to be serious.
But know when to laugh.

You've got to be strong.
And powerful.

But light.
And soft.

You've got to jump high.
But spin low

You've got to be fearless.
But know how to be nervous.

Fall.
And still get up.

Get hurt.
But never cry.

Be nice.
But get *****.

Smile and laugh.
But be mature.

Be positive.
And accept criticism.

Take abuse.
But never give it.

All these things are true.

But the one thing people tend to forget about skating:

Amongst the physical pain and mental pressure.
Behind the bruises and broken ankles.
Under the glares and competition.

People always forget to have fun. Skating is supposed to be fun. But despite the unbelievably hard work it requires to have success, without fun, nothing matters.

People try every day.

But all of them will fail.

The more you love

The more you grow

The more you care

The more you know

The more you give

The more returns

The more it hurts

The more it burns.