Poetry~ They can't know it's me,
I tell myself they'll never know.
It is my way to flow,to let go.

The words in my head need to be freed,
But the windmills won't turn,
It's only a breeze.

Maybe if they could see how I see,
Or feel what I feel,
Maybe they'd know how I feel is real.

"Why so locked up?
You're not as loquacious.
You used to be loud, annoying, bodacious."

I think what you're seeing is what you remember,
The little girl I was, that was last December.

Now the May flowers are springing,
The haikus they're bringing.

To the world that's now opened,
My small self seems choked.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not very old,
But despite my young age my experience grows.

I know what I think, and I know that I'm right
So please don't be blinded by your bias in sight.

My age is merely a mark,
So please, don't stop me before I start.

~Kj

Tonight I had trouble sleeping,

because my heart was a weeping.

so I decided to take a moonlit walk,

to ponder on my thoughts.

It was like the trees were moving me along,

before I knew it the path was gone.

The cold wind made me shiver,

in the distance I could hear the trickling of a river.

Rustling noises echoed around me,

but I wasn't afraid, what was to become of me.

My heart has been broken,

words left unspoken.

So if tonight I was to die,

I wouldn't cry.

I came to rest in a small clearing,

suddenly mounds with crosses on started appearing.

I was drawn to this one cross,

it was different, new not covered in moss.

Like magic I was there reading the name,

it was mine, I must be going insane.

Violently I was swung around,

I screamed at what I found.

Hanging from a single tree,

my lifeless body was all I could see.

Then a voice spoke though the wind,

this is the message it did bring.

Is this how you want to be found?

hanging from a tree, then buried in the ground.

All these graves belong to people like you,

left broken not knowing what to do.

But there is one difference, you are strong,

this isn't where you belong.

They didn't have your choices,

their lovers cut their voices.

You need to go home and see,

how much you are loved, just trust in me.

Then NEVER return to this place,

or else next time a different fate you will face.

"Why don't you like anyone? Let your hormones run wild! Live young while you can, it's ok to be a child."

Ask my again why I lack infatuation. These malignant young men need maturation.

They call it a crush, there's a reason, trust me I'm sure. It's destructive, it's toxic, it's flawed to the core.

The second I fall, or crumble, or slip; that's the day the time bomb, the dormant suffering wire is tripped.

The pointless pain from boys driven by ***, when I'm repulsed they'll just become another ex.

Why ask for pain when he gives you a glance? Why sit there and beg for just a chance?

You'll never love him, nor will he, you;
You'll just sit and wane and tell yourself it's not true.

I'm sorry it's blunt, but it's honest;
So before you let yourself love think on it.

~Kj

Little bird little bird
where'd you go?
I can't seem to find you
I've searched high and low.

Little bird little bird
I can hear you crying,
Tell me where you are
Can't you see I'm trying?

Little bird little bird
I can feel your pain,
Tell me where you are
Can't you see I'm going insane?

Little bird little bird
why must you hide,
I just want to dry
All the tears you've cried.

Little bird little bird
You're killing me,
You're driving me away
Why can't you see?

I'm going little bird
Since you won't let me in,
Can't say I didn't try
But I definitely didn't win.