How Do I begin To explain
What happens to me when I write poetry
I'm on a merry go round
And I can see my thoughts unravel as we go faster and faster
See all my past events
How Do I begin to Explain
To People
That Poetry is a part of me
They Roll Their Eyes
Yea right they would say
How DO I BEGIN TO EXPLAIN
That inside poetry is what softens me
How do I begin to explain
That On The Merry Go Round
How I think
How I breathe
How Do I Begin To Explain To Others
That I'm
A
*Writer

Some are born to their natural mothers
But oh not me
Some are adopted that is me
But the hardest thing is
When your birthmother gets married
And is ready to have a child
Thus want more to say when she has a child is force a smile
And say congrats what do you say
You keep that child but yet not me
You were young and foolish and
You went
Too far
But now suddenly reality turns harsh and the whole thing goes too far
That's the thing they will be my half sibling
Which is
Quite hard for
Whenever I visit them or see them after they are born
I will be reminded
That they were lucky keeping their mom
While my half sibling is smiling I will be crying
For in Grief And realization hits me
Now she's ready to have a child
She actually keeps
Every time I will see that new baby
It is like a knife embedded in me
Unlike me
Who was adopted
Treasure It

Walking Away
From what matters most
Blending in like others
Walking away and being like others
Walking away
and be like most
Walking away alone

My work of art
How I have labored over it
Sculpting and shaping
Painting by the sweat of my brow
Thus not giving up
For at the end of each tunnel is light
But for you to pass through the tunnel
But Thither is not that far

Hence it is only a arm's length away
Creativity is what powers making art
Out of the dark and into the light
But some get stuck in the dark
And become wanderers endlessy

Trying to get out and having to avoid the truth
Thy is stuck
And feverishly trying to get out
But after trial and failure
We can find the way into the light

......Maybe being in the tunnel is part of what kind of inspires us
And The darkness is what leads us to the light
Rights Reserved Taylor Riley

Do you hate me for life?
Do you hate me because I am yours
Or because you don't even know I am your daughter
You hate me because I reflect you
But that's ok No its not actually
That just me telling myself It's okay
When I breakdown in the shower
Is that define okay?
Me wondering about you
Spending a day just wondering
Is that define okay?
I'm not as perfect as I appear
That's just my armor
It's what I built to protect myself
From people's words and love and hate
Is that define okay?
For me It is
My appearance is diverting you from me
My appearance isn't even really me
It's who I made
To appear okay
I guess I am not okay?
Are you okay?

Your always there
Crying your there
Reaching out for me
I am your child
You protect me when I'm scared
You send angels to watch over me
You saved me from being run over by a car
You are the reason I'm living
The reason I cry in joy
Sadness
In bitterness you forgive me
In regret you comfort me
You forgive me
You won't give up on me
If everyone else does
You never will
You are mine
I am yours
I glorify you
You protect and teach me
I glow by faith
By faith I am living
You love me
When Boys give up on me
You are still there you won't leave me
I am yours
Every sunrise your always there for me
After hardships I wake up and your there for me
You always were there your waiting
One day I'll be with you
In Heaven
You will never leave me
Eternity your compassion spills over for me
You protect me
Because I am a child of God

Singing is flowing
Musically lifting my voice to God
I praise God lifting my hands to the sky
Glorifying him is the best gift out there
You won't understand this feeling unless you've been there or do this Its so unique but so uplifting its pure joy to me theres no other way to describe it is just pure happiness and gratitude
I feel closer to God every time I sing
It's like a gift to him
Praise God in every name and every language
I will always be faithful
I can do anything though him
And right now I'm doing everything
This is Joy

Trust is empty promises
Discarded truths
Withheld information
Thrown aside carelessly
Stepped upon up and down
Something people cower from
Something I am afraid of
Something I edge away from
Something People Don't understand
Take for Granted
Something that once promised
To me and is not held
Trust is something that
Makes me sob
Just from
the
Memories You promised me together forever
Holding hands for eternity
You had everything planned out
We were happy
We  were perfect
Trust was perfect

But you decided this wasn't enough
You decided you were tired of this
That you don't care about promises
That haven't been filled
You decided death seemed appetizing
You thought it was better
But it wasn't you were stupid

I can't be something I'm not
Ive ben morphed by society to what is considered "acceptable" Its suffocating what happened to being original
Different
To stand out in todays society is looked down upon
If everyone is wearing a new type of shoes and your the only  one without them you will get judged
What is society's gain these days?
We are jealous and self-confident that we are perfect
But what I  love
Is someone who's different
Whos not afraid
To be themselves

I love you guys so much
Thank you,yo always support me in everything I Do
And love me no matter
What
Just thank you for everything you've done for me so far
Love you guys so much!

When I was 5 all I cared about was building the next lego tower or getting in trouble for not sharing something
The older I got age 7 was tomboy when I just wanted to climb trees I didn't care about makeup I just loved the earth and dirt was under my fingernails for playing in the yard
And making up games to play with the neighborhood kids
Age 9 I became aware a little more about my surroundings but I loved my barbies and dolls and dressing them up
Dancing around the house like there is no tomorrow
trying to be serious and falling and burst out laughing
Not getting what death means that someone is truly gone and not coming back I figured that out later in life once gone it doesn't come back for you
Age 10 I became a huge bookworm always head in the books instead of the clouds
I never worried about judgement I was care free and troublesome creature ...
Age 11 I realized makeup and wanted it
I started to wake up from my dream To the real world and what its like I got interested in clothes and shoes and fashion and loved it
Age twelve I got obsessed with makeup ,clothes,fashion,shoes "what all the girls at my school were wearing' and I "had to have it" I got caught up in the cloud of drama...and having a middle school life
Thirteen Im obsessed with modeling and dieting even though
I'm skinny I find out about my friend trying to commit suicide
Im stung by how the real world is...
Nothing like how I imagine my world as a 8 year old in a safe little bubble
How I wish i could go back and appreciate my childhood

Full of promises
Breathing In
Anxious for something new
To meet someone new
Bored sometimes
Twiddling your thumbs
Summer is long
Running and shouting in glee
Summer full of lots of promises
Empty promises yet to be filled
Wishing for tomorrow today
Never wanting the fun to end
Dancing together
Everything else blurs
Blurred Lines except us
Summer is full of promises
Promises kept
Surprises made
Happiness and Memories
Forever Remembered and Cherished
Summer full of fulfilled promises
Waiting
Endlessly
For summer to come again
And bring
once more
Empty Promises
Ready to be Fulfilled

Reasons are why people leave each other
Reasons are why people die
Reasons are why people are left behind
Reasons are why people fail in life
Reasons are why people fail tests
Can't go to college
Their boyfriend dumps them
THEY feel like life doesn't care
Reasons are why their friends don't care
Reasons they feel hopeless
There is always reasons behind everything
Reasons for life reasons for death
Reasons for Hobbies
Just like the Reason I'm writing this
Is to try to make a
difference in the world

Fire burns through things destroying anything in the way and everything it touches fire is untamed its wild it's free
Fire has more freedom then we do
Fire can fan itself out we can't
Fire is untamed there is no rules
We have rules
Fire has utter freedom
We have controlled freedom
Fire destroys everything
We are regulated by a government
Fire can be for the good or for the bad
We even turn aganist ourselves
Fire may have freedom
But we *cannot be controlled

Trust is when your
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Trust is leaning back and letting
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Trust is
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Trust is Pixie
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Trust is earned

Trust is me falling and you catching me

Trust is marriage

Trust is
U
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Born I breathe
Living Eyes Open
Mouth wide open
Legs waving in the air
Gleam in eye
Grow Weak
Has Friends
Had Husband
Had Children
Had pets
Had a life
Threw it away
I am fragile
Grow Weak
Breaks Bones
Car accident
Cancer
Fire
I can't be fixed
Weak
Fragile
Dull eyes
No gleam
I'm slowly
Fading away
From Life
I'm broken
And faded
Farewell

The closer to christmas the more chaos
We get wrapped up in making treats and buying gifts and watching movies
We wish the days would  fly faster and get to the 25
but each day belongs to be treasured and not be rushed and thrown away
And strewn across the floor forever forgotten
And by the time you try to remember a detail of the day
It is gone in a  wise since you rushed through it not caring about the *details or the small things
Time is precious like fine china but weaves a web finer than human eye *can see
Don't let it slip through your fingers for the dice our rolled the moves are played
The people are moved coming closer to the end
*Don't rush through life in hustle and bustle for enjoying the small things *in life are truly pleasures

Speeding up going faster not looking *
I should have looked
I should have done so many things
I should not have died
That taxi should have stopped
I had so much of ahead of me marriage,children and life
But to that driver I was a hit and run
I wasn't done
I should have looked
But I didn't
It was my fault
I could have lived.....
I'd only I *takes last breath
Looked....
(C) Rights Reserved To Taylor Riley

When all hope has been given up
You sit down to cry
There is a spark left...
Some hope a tiny bit
But who would pay attention to that small bit
Because in the real world there is no second chances
You have to make them yourself
And with that,that small tiny spark got going and caught on fire
And before you know it, it became a huge bonfire
It only takes a spark
And when that spark catches on
It's like a wildfire
But if you keep it tamed then it can be used for good
If you let it run wild then that spark could bit by bit break
Down people's confidence and hope
Be the spark that grows
Don't become a careless wildfire