In the shadows she is strong
but the sunlight hides her truth
She blooms in the winter
but scurries from the spring
knowledge of faith
doors to freedom
further they open
for her to just walk through
but yet she stays
watching it open and close
like the talking mouths of people
who come to see her
then leave
She is the girl who is
the one who holds her own
she doesn't want the search light to shine one her
or the ocean of change to move her
she is contempt
yet yearning more
afraid to just reach out and grab it

When lies make it better
but make it burn worse

when friendship denies you
true comfort and safe

Where trust is planted
doesn't always make the flower grow

compassion and belief
shrink and die beneath the snow

defeat controls you
and that final feeling of loss

the dryness of feelings
too dry for tears

heaviness of heart
ache in mind

what would you do?
when you loose your step?

Those fantasies that thrill you
the blush burns on your face
only when the reality hits you
and the feeling fades away

You could wish upon a thousand stars
except the chance is one in a million

if only it was as easy as a dream
if only it was reality
not just a stupid fantasy

How can something so normal
disturb one so much

voices of the past ring truth
***** lies one avoids
but knows deep down

Mind aching of annoyance
shallow words that sink in
no more mask to hide behind
for that secret is now known

What is the reality of the norm
when what was once normal is no longer

when that flower of innocence dies
and in its place grows disappointment
with a hidden droplet of relief
it's not hard to know what you have found

but to those surprised eyes
one me seek that faint light
that reminds of the time
one was once
just
like
that

and it pulls and it pries
the regret that hangs low
but this strange goodness
this grateful feeling
to know the winds of change
have come your way

The idea always seemed absurd
yet now it seems so grand

is it love?
or is it something else?

It leaves tingles from head to toe
like it never has before

Is it love?
or am I not imagining it so?

A first love
can it be
or is it just my head

a feeling deep down
feels an unexplainable way

I could be wrong
fooled by lust
wanting this for too long
giving in to much trust

I just don't know
it's like no other
like something spoke
and I finally listened

reach out now
hands of love
bathe me in your kind touch

then hold me tight
and lead me forward
and never let go without a fight

I feel you know
as I fall
into something way to new
and your warmth gives me
something more
than anything I could expect

so is it love?
or is it not?
tell me please?
what I have sought

Hah, you think you know
you think you can
you think you can pull me to the ground

You try to rip me
limb from limb
you try to split me
mind to heart

I will not take this
I will not fall
I will find who I am
without your talk

I need to put this to an end
this constant pulling
you are obviously not my friend

What happens?
When you are done with a dream?
Does it disappear?
Does it fade?
does it wander off?
or go back where it came?

How come you don't remember
those sweet sun beams?

How come you can't enter
the darkest of dreams?

What happens to dreams
once you awake?
Where do they go to?
Will they ever return?

theirs a heaviness in my heart
an ache in my head
a weight on my shoulders
I can't go to bed

my mind to full thoughts
thoughts that bring tears to my eyes
regrets and sorrows
of this small period of time

how can so many bad things
happen in such a little time?

I wish they understood
I wish they knew

the pain I feel
listening to them talk

talk about me
and all I've done wrong

They can't leave me alone
they can't just give me my light
they have to find reasons
on why it isn't right

They have to remind
they have to bring it back
can't they see I am trying
can't they see what I am looking at

then of course the other things
bringing me down
with friends
and family
and people all around

No one knows
the stress I'm going through
no one can give me a break

writing and music
are all I got
to release myself
from this pain

Hold Hands with me
with life
and joy

I will hold your hand
forever
and ever

I wont let go until
you say
you go
you slow

but until then you have
my faith
my heart
and...
my hand.

No                                                        Yes
Why?                                                  
                                                              Why not?
Unlikely                                              
                                                              but reasonably possible
you can't
                                                              can
This is stupid
                                                              this is good
Why go through this
                                                              everything will change

Me                                                        Me

Waste
                                                             Worth it
I wont get there
                                                             you will
Help
                                                             Stay strong
                                                             Keep going
Hide                            
                                                             Live

Long sunny days
starlit nights
calming sunrises
vibrant sunsets

cold, refreshing water
smooth in the morning
rough in the wind
reflecting the silver moon

Dense forest
Long empty trails
berry's of sweet taste
animals eating the shrubs

Dancing fires
laughs shared
in the moment
no worries

my dreams of summer
return once again

She was 16
when it started

and barely out of college
when it won

She was young
too young

She was brave
braver that most

She lived
a short life

I cry for her

I pray for her

I hold her hand

Joan Baez                                                          Mar­tin Luther King Jr.
I believe                                                          ­  I believe
That music
can mend
the soul                                
                            ­                                             That everyone will
                                                                ­         one day
                                                                ­         treat each other
                                                                ­         equally

and war                                                           and war
Will be but                                                       will end
a dream                                                           altogether

That one day
                                                             ­           one day
There will
                                                            ­            be change

and life                                                            a­nd life
will be
brighter                                                        ­
                                                                ­       will be
                                                                ­       better

One day                                                         One Day
It will
                                                                ­      We will

Make a difference                                          Make a difference

Oh my it is great...
to have this headache...
after trying
to understand
what numbers are real and fake

I don't see
how this will help me
through my course of
life
Will I ever be
trying to see
what the angle of a chair is again?
or will I ever need to use
how to find a hypotenuse?

I've thought and thought
for a very long time
and came up with a list
of jobs that would ever
need algebra

Math teacher
Crazy Math obsessor
Architect
Carpenter
scientist (on occasion)
contractor
Someone who builds triangles
kite maker
someone who makes graphs
salesman/women

Too bad that isn't any of the jobs I ever want...

Algebra...
oh how my head burns
and I'm sorry if you like it
I don't mean to offend
but Algebra just aint my jam
I'd rather be painting
or writing
or singing
I'd rather be strumming(my guitar)
be sleeping
or eating
I'd rather
go play soccer
or basketball
or ski
Really I'd just rather be free
free of the confusion
I feel after class
of the helplessness
that I have
towards math

Oh how am I going to survive???

PS. I still have to live through geometry (I **** at shapes)
pre calculous (I don't even know what that is) and calculous (Ugh ***?)

I hope you enjoyed my "radical" poem!

Tall people
short people
black people
white

strange people
funny people
loose people
tight

noisy people
crazy people
do it all alone people

up people
down people
throw it all around people

here people
there people
I don't really care people

Happy people
sad people
creating a new fad people

people in America
people in Japan
People in Mexico
there's people all around

Hey people
stay people
listen to me now

hold onto your heart people
and maybe you can fly

You say you want to be a writer
you say you don't know how to write
you say that every poem you finish
ends up being crap

you ask me how I write
you ask me to help you
you ask me how it all works
you ask me how it's suppose to be

Well, I can't tell you
how to write
or what to write about

I can't tell you
how it works
or how it's suppose to be

But I can tell you
A writer is anyone
who shows a little part of themselves
in their words

Now you may not be good at writing
but I assure you if you keep writing
you will not only show who you are
through your words
but you will find yourself
little by little
word by word

to shorten it down for you
to be a writer
you must write

Just write

let the words flow through you

just write

forget about everything else

just write

leave your emotions behind

just write

be free in your poetry

"I am one tiny fish
in this giant pond-the ocean"
Oscar from Shark Tale

The world is huge if you think about it
I am one person among about 6,893,300,000 other people
How can I be heard?
What do I have to do to be noticed?

I want to make a difference
but there is so many fricken people
I HAVE to get their attention
I HAVE to help them out

But I am like a tiny fish in this HUGE pond
I've got to swim to the top.

Elle sourit au soleil
elle chante avec les oiseaux
elle danse dans le matin
et elle dort la nuit
la fleur donne de l'amour dans le monde
La fleur donne de l'amour dans moi  

translation


It smiles to the sun
It sings with the birds
It dances in the morning
and it sleeps at night
the flower gives love to the world
the flower gives love to me

Hello again
hello
I haven't seen you in awhile

That awkward smile
The kind hearted giggle
the lightness glowing your eyes

I miss your good moods
your bad moods
your real self

I miss you not caring about what others think of you
I miss you not worried about social standards
I was longing to see you happy

It has been a long time you see
I missed you Alexa

When I stopped writing poems on Hello poetry
A part of me was lost
Just now I wrote a few poems
and it filled me with happiness
Now I hope to stay
For a very long time

I remember writing
letting my soul take control
My fingers just typed
my mind somewhere else

It felt good
But I stopped
For a VERY long time
and I miss it
so I'm back

I'm back

Morning

the alarm goes off
I wake up
I turn it off
I go back to sleep
My mom or dad comes in
they wake me back up
I lie in bed
for 10 more minutes
then I get up
I go to the bathroom
and stare at myself in the mirror
I sigh...
I pretend to wash my face
I go back to my room
I stare at my closet
and decide what I'm going to wear
I get dressed
I go down stairs
I eat one of the following items:
oat meal
   -Chocolate chip
   -Maple brown sugar
   -apple cinnamon
Whole wheat bagel with almond butter, peanut butter, cinnamon, and/or jam
cereal if there are any good options
   -Peanut butter bumpers
   -GOOD granola
   -organic chocolate *****
with coconut milk
toast with the same things as bagels
I say good morning to parents
I argue with my sister
I drink my orange juice
eat my vitamins
bring my stuff up to the sink
go up stairs
I lie on my bed
I go into the bathroom
I brush my teeth
I go downstairs
I pack my backpack
I pick out some shoes
I yawn
I go to school

School
I go to advisory
We play cake(a game)
First class
I space out
I draw pictures
unless that class is of the following:
PE
Writing lab (if it's not about grammer or spelling)
Art
Music(Because all the string instruments make it impossible)
I go to math
I get too confused to know what the hell is going on
I go to writing lab
we write and then teacher goes into some speech about commas
I go to french
I have no idea what the teachers talking about
I go to PE
If we aren't playing soccer, basketball, dodgeball, batmitten, capture the flag, or volleyball than I ****

Lunch
Yay!
I eat
I talk
I chill

More classes
Art
I tell my teacher how much I love her outfit
I read the board
and I make art

Music
UGHHHH
THE TEACHER IS SUCH A GRUMP!!!
I listen to her yell at people
I play my instrument

Study

Almost done with school
I finish a bit of homework

Going home (Or going nordic skiing)

I get a snack
I do homework
I have dinner with the family
I do more homework
I get ready for bed
I read
I go to bed

Every day is the same
the weekend is just a bunch of chores
hanging with friends some times
and stay up late watching my favorite shows:
Bones
Glee
CSI NY
CONAN
SNL

Ugh I need a change.

Love
I hear it is so great
I hear it is the best thing in the world
I hear that it is a blessing
A saint…
Why can’t I find it?
I see love everywhere I look
I see it all around
If it is so abundant
Why can’t I find it?
I feel the desire to meet him
I dream about him all the time
I dream that he is mine
Why can’t I find him?

dust is what is left of my thoughts
my eyes to dry for tears
Although the battle is over
the war has just begun

every last step
into the aching wind
whispering it's sad memories
into my deafening ears
it's too lonely for healing to begin

the blood that poured
is now stained
into our souls
one more step farther
away
from
the cold

But yet the ice freezes us
from inside to out
alas we may never know
the nice feeling of warmth again

Oh how I am tired
of this strenuous fight
I wish to flee
or more accurately see
to those who were damaged
oh so ever more
to help them through their pain
while also healing mine

the stars point me
to another world so bright

So goodbye enemies
I leave this fight
to start the healing
of hope
so goodbye
to
all
who fought so hard
to achieve
what we were fighting against

I hope to
warm
smother
and hug
the hurt and empty ones
and help them into
a better night.
tomorrow to bring haste and light
and change what we have ignored

Although I am guilty of saying before
the words of "inspiration"
the words that between the lines really mean
we aren't good enough

But now that I have thought about it I have learned
that I am human
I have feelings
I cry
I yell
I get mad
I get stressed
I am human
and so I should not expect myself to
think I should be perfect

Not cry
not whine
not break down and feel as if the world is crumbling piece by piece
that is not what I live for
and although life could be worse
how am I suppose to know how
because I am a teenage girl
and I have emotional issues like most
and I do cry out sometimes
that doesn't mean I don't regret it
but I am human
and that is what humans do

stuck in your throat
aching in the head
caught in your stomach
heavy in your heart

People have always said that
a good cry always makes you feel
better
but to me its a painful process
before you get to the healing

first when the tears are just slowing down
you still feel that pain in your throat
it feels like a spiky metal ball
has just been shoved down your throat
then you get a headache
and you feel as if you are going to
pass out
thats when you lay down
on your bed
and
cry
some
more

Unfortunately that is not the end
for then your eyes turn red
and your face is wet
and shimmers in the light

it ***** the most
when you have to go into public
with snot hanging out of your nose
and the essence of crying around you

But really truly
when the pain goes away
isn't after someone gives you a hug
a hug can heal most of everything
even the worst cries of all
and when you are surrounded by the warmth of
a forgiving hug
that is the medicine
of the after feeling
of crying

Although some
may not believe
a girl my age
can write my mind
can see a world
that some can't find
but now please see
let me remind
that all are free
to be behind
the words they write
the song they sing
the images they think
it will always be the same
no one can tell you
what you can and can't do
so please believe
when I say
I have
my own
imagination

Slowly
walking, thinking, being
Slowly
Learning, Understanding, Teaching
Slowly
Feeling, hurting, relieving
Slowly
step by step
day by day
breath by breath

Slowly you can close your eyes
and see the world a different way
by just believing that it is
and seeing that it can

If I can bloom so can hope
If there is love than there is trust
so hold on to what is left
for nothing can change what is gone

holding a pencil in your hand is entering a land of fantasies, words being formed is a start of an adventure, mysteries lurking for only your descriptions to discover, life that is unknown to anyone but yourself, images of lush meadows with secrets hidden in it's beauty all being written down on the page before you, scribbling down what could be or could've been, each sentence is another step through desolate, arid deserts, sandy golden beaches, glaciers that reach the end of the beginning. I have my fantasies through words, secrets through every sentence, lies that can not be split away from the truth. With that writing utensil in your hand you have become the God of your own world!

A thousand broken hearts
will break a thousand more
love will become a sin
and life will be a chore

A thousand broken hearts
can break a thousand more
if you don't watch your back
you might loose the war

A thousand broken hearts
may be prevented
If we are not careful
our hearts may be dented

A thousand broken hearts
may break a thousand more
if that is the future you want
your heart was made poor

Through my maze of complex thoughts
I have thought about life
as simple
or complicated it may seem

Many have their strong opinions
I don't mind listening
as long as your heart is really
were it's suppose to be

I don't mind remembering
what you have
to say

I don't mind holding on
what was hard
to let go

so maybe you might think
with me

Maybe you might
just might walk with me
through my maze
of thoughts

Walk with me
through thoughts of life
and consider
just for a moment
what its like

and I don't mind considering
along with you

oh I don't mind falling
into your thoughts

as long as I can see
the thoughts myself.

The stars stare down on me
millions of beautiful gems
there in what seems like an arm length away

When I look at the stars
I see bright ones
semi bright ones
and the ones that are quite dim
but then I think
what if those dim stars weren't there
what if it was just those few
bright and semi bright stars
the sky would't be as beautiful
it would plain

when I look at the sky
I see
the dim stars
supporting the other stars
the dim stars are just as important
thats what makes the skies in a small town
so amazing
astounding
breathtaking
remarkable

It's as if you yourself are apart of the
sky
It's as if
you are a star
with those millions and millions of stars
that work together
to make a masterpiece

The world turns slowly
only for life to rush by

I am not an object in a vending machine
I am not a price to be paid
I am not a button to be pressed
I am not what you'd think I am
I am way more!

Sorry I've been gone
It's been quite awhile
I was busy facing my fear
in a land that is unknown
Hope I didn't miss much
but now I'm back
and ready once again
so hello world
thanks for welcoming me back

The world is flailing and drowning in its own mess
the people are confused about who to be faithful to
the children are afraid of not knowing how to change the future
I, I am tired of watching this war

Opinions are peace breakers, no one can agree
religion is a base to a whole new argument
Hope, is it real, or is it just a dream

Love is pretended but always true
lies are told more than the truth
Peace is beaten down to a seed
a seed that must be planted to make a mighty tree

Hope, is it real? To me it always will be...

What are we doing?

what is this nonsense?

When will it stop?

When will people understand?

Why don't they see?

Why can't they get it?

How can they be so blind?

How can they be so ignorant?

The world is suffering.

The peace is fading.

What are we doing about it?

Well we need to do more!

My brain is blocked
I can't seem to think
words feel so choppy
thoughts are unbalanced

I hate this feeling
with an angry passion
I hate the cloudy,
scrambled,
mixed feeling I get
when my mind is blocked
from the flow
the flow that I get whenever
I write
or sing
or play the guitar
now I am in the feeling
and I can't get out! :*(

Tomorrow may be rainy
and today may be too
but that is not our choice
so let that choice not bug you

With each step that is taken
each tear that is spilt
all of the smiles that are spread
like butter on some toast

remember that you are lucky
lucky to be living in this world
lucky to be breathing
the air that is around us
lucky to be you

Although it might not be sunny
the sun will come out again
it may not be today
or tomorrow
but the sunshine never ends

it will return to shine down once again
but for now
just
let
it
rain

When I was told
you and I were young
I was your friend
you were mine

That day you were gone
I thought it was all okay
but when they told us the news
everything changed

When they told us my heart skipped a beat
maybe two
or three
I couldn't hear anything
it seemed the world had stopped spinning
and the sun had stopped shining
and the love had stopped spreading
and the happiness dissolved
into a black hole of emptiness

I remember when you came home
and you called me around 5:00pm
to come spend the night
and I did

That night before bed
I heard you say



I
would
do
anything
to
get
her
back

Now I think

If God is so great, why does he **** innocent good people?

We say goodbye
one last time
holding close to our hearts
the memories we've had
and kept

We have become family
seeing each other
almost everyday

tomorrow is freedom
but today is goodbye

I remember my coloring books
and trying to stay in the lines

But now I draw my own pictures and
lines are at the back of my mind

I remember my favorite number
was what ever number was the biggest

And now my favorite number is
5 and 23

I remember my favorite color was
red

Now I don't have a favorite color
because I don't know them all

I remember crying
because I fell off my bike

Well, now I cry
because of the terrible things that go on in the world

Those memories seem to fade
with each year that goes by

Their like a picture in a picture frame
that is starting to wash away.