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

I walked on the path of rainbows
I sailed across the paintbrush sea
I climbed the candy corn mountain
really, only to see
a valley of yellow flowers
to the creek of hearts
through the sea shell tunnel
to finally reach
the forest of dancers
up the tumbling hill
across the diamond rode
when you see
the sign of talking veggies
and the house of pixie dust
or maybe it was the cat cave
I don't really know
and possibly if you're lucky
you'll see the Gate of Sunshine
and that is the end of this journey
but there are more waiting
so take your own path
discover a new place
far far away.

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

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

Drift
to dream
to see
to believe

Drift
to sing
to dance
to hear

Drift
to the clouds
to space
to mars

Drift
with freedom
with adventure
with peace.

The dead man is watching
making his bets
trying to see
who will pay their depts.

The dead man has a theory
he keeps it to himself
any who wonder
are left on the shelf

The dead man has his mystery
no detective has seen
all who try, fail
no one is that keen.

The dead man is waiting
for some company
fall into his curse
and maybe you will see.

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.

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

He did not bite
He did not bark
he would look into your eyes like a polite greeting
he wagged his tail
he sat up strait
he had manners that no dog could beat
He loved his toys
could fit about five in his mouth
He jumped of the docks
up at the lake
he'd follow the small fish
thinking he could catch one
he'd lay by your side
a true guardian
the one dog
who could be a human
he felt what you felt
new if you were sad
but never gave up a challenge
especially when it had to do with toys
no one couldn't like him
a saint
in the form of a dog
everyone loved him
he was a likable dog
and he would always be by your side
a loyal soul
no dog could be more human
than Bodie, the best dog
I loved him like family
he was my best friend.

If you happen to have half of a chair
how will you be able to sit?
If you have half of a fork, spoon, and knife
how will you be able to eat?
If you have half of a foot
how will you be able to walk?
If you have half of a heart
how can the love be a whole?

Up in the cliff
I hear the crow call
it waits for its prey
it will take it to the unknown
and it will be forgotten

The rain then falls
the crow calls once more
but this time
it calls for you.

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

A cool breeze tickles the grass creating a whispering sound.

A fish jumps from the flowing river then lands with a splash.

A bird calls from across the river but is unseen.

All that matters is that moment. I am lost in time, nothing else matters.

I hate when everything is messed up
one bad thing happens
and then the next
the world just can't leave me alone
I need a really long break
my mind melts
and my stomach hurts
my throat swells up
what more do I need?

But if I am lucky
I can have a better day tomorrow
and start over all new
and everything goes back to "normal"
oh I hate bad days!

"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.

Laughing, Living, lighting love
listening learning lift
like lotus labels left
laboriously lost
lacings lips
lacking loneliness
lacking love
Lacking listening
Lacking learning
Lacking light

In the Dark Days
In Palestine,
Hatred rules over love,
happiness is a sin,
peace was unheard of,
people would fight,
people would judge,
your true self was held against you,
arguments were continued,
purposely never solved.
How did people find joy?
you can't be bad because of your past,
but you fight back just the same,
they Killed your people in Munich,
you took their land,
you both are fighting the wars,
killing mothers and children,
yet you feel no shame.
How can one forgive you?
When you took all that was theirs,
and destroy it permanently,
You are just as bad as them,
therefore the dark days remain,
haunting in your heart,
how will there be a resolution,
You tried peace accords,
to make the fighting end,
but still the fight remains,
the horrors through your head,
you, like many still want one thing,
the thing that is the hardest to achieve...
the one thing you failed at before
but yet you try again to gain the harmony the
Peace

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.

The world turns slowly
only for life to rush by

When I hear music
I feel so alive
I have to think in a musical mind
the sounds are my life
the rhythm is my soul
the beats are my heart
the words are my world
I can't stay away
away from my love
my love is for music
and music will always be
with me all over
just wait and see.

Raise up your rainbow flag
or your cross
let me see David's star
and your sliver moon
I want to see that burka off
to show your beautiful face
Why be afraid to show who you are
you are the only you
Please tell me all of your scientific facts
I want to hear your side of the story
and then I will hear theirs
why fight when you can love?
why **** when you can create?
"I have a dream" is what Martin Luther King said
and now I have a dream as well
that people won't be afraid to be themselves
and that no one else will stop them
I have a dream that they will not judge you
because of what you believe in
what you sound like
or what you look like
or who you love
or what your leader decides
they will judge you because of who you are
and what you want for your future.
REACH OUT PEOPLE OF THE EARTH
THAT ARE SO SILENT AND INVISIBLE
TELL THE WORLD YOU ARE YOU!

When you walk with me we talk
of the world it's greatness
you ask me questions
I easily answer them
then you ask, "What is life?"
I think for awhile and answer in a soft tone,
"life is what you want it to be"
we walked in silence for awhile
and then you say, "that makes no sense"
I stare down at my feet and then stop.
"Olivia, you ask this question because you are worried right?"
you nod your head I agreement
"I could life is a always changing river, one minute it is smooth and flowing
and then the next you hit a waterfall, but since I hate comparing something like life to smaller things I will say this, you need to not worry about what is going to happen in life but what is happening right now"

Gripping to nothing, nothing is there
My soul is pricked, pried at
My love is ripped beyond repair
I have already tried to sew it back

But I stand strong, I am sturdy
I hold on to the absent
My pain is hidden, ignored
For I am not unsubstantial

Leftover pieces are stolen
Searching for them is useless
Starting over takes too long
Decisions are not made

Tears fall down horror’s waterfall
And traitors betray themselves
Memories are no longer true
Lying among the hurt is hidden

With each last step
The silent breeze blew life back into me
I stand up
I stand strong

Because I am the owner of my soul
I am the persuader of my choices

blue birds sing in the morning light,
lovers walk because it feels so right,
I close my mouth but open my heart,
to anything that is willing to come inside,
the silence to me is normal,
but then again I am the opposite,
I am unique
I am...different
yes, I am me
but is that normal?
Is that like the blue birds singing?
or the lovers walking?
I think not!
This is because they too are not normal.
Neither is the morning light
or the path of which the lovers walk upon.
A hard concept for those who ARE normal!
(But not really)

I smile at you
you smile back
I walk into a cafe
you were already there
all the tables were full
you offer me a seat
I sit down across from you
you say,"hi"
I nod in return
we start to talk
we talk for hours and hours
finally you have to leave
I wave goodbye but stay seated
when you left I realized I didn't ask your name

Next day
I walk to the same cafe
and you are already there
I later found out you were waiting for me.

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

Through your eyes I see the truth
I see what you are afraid to face
I wish you would stop hiding and face it
one day it will creep up on you
take you by surprise
So  face your fears my dear and stand up to be you
don't hide
don't hesitate
it will take much longer.

I'm drifting away in a dream
barely conscious to what I believe
life is flowing on an endless strand
soon to break and leave me falling
into another open dream
an empty paper anxious to be written on by my
imagination

Dream on
Drift on
be free

I've heard before that each end is a new beginning.
But with the history that has added up
in this aging world.
Will the end be the start
when we fade away?

Will the world start over?
Or will it be ended too?
We will not know
because we will be gone.

If we respected the world.
Like the Native Americans.
than the end would be far from here.
There would still be history to make
and promises to keep.
There would still be
the young ones to create a hopefully brighter future.



"Love the land like god loves you
because this we know there is only
one God and no man be he red man or
white man can stand alone
because we're brothers after all."
-Chief Seattle, 1854

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

I am falling
every time I make a mistake the hole is deeper
and I fall further
I never hit the ground
I am lost in gravity pulling me to nothing
I reach and nothing is around me
I yell but I am not heard
I awake and find myself no longer falling in reality
but in my head.

In the 1900's barely anyone got a divorce
but now a days I know about 10 couples
or at least heard of 10 couples
in my town, getting a divorce
it sounds as if people are desperate
desperate for the love of their life
instead of waiting and watching
You also hear about a lot young girls getting pregnant
you'd think they'd just wait
for the right time
the right person
but love these days has gone crazy
love these days are not like the 1900's
Don't you agree?

When I try to hard
to be myself
I find I become someone else

You are what you are
so don't try to be
what you have been all along

you can improve on being better
but don't erase what you have been
and what you are

live knowing your proud with yourself
so you can help others see
and there is no one else better to be...
than you

I giveth my point in all due respect,
That thou art not as willing as me.

Through Thundering storms
and unpleasant seas
The steepest of mountains
and yet they do not see
that thou art not as willing as me.

Painful battle wounds
blistering scars
horrific scenes
I have endured it all
though still they disagree
That thou art not as willing as me.

The most treacherous winds
The blinding blizzards
The most tempest of people
and yet so much more
Why is it that they don't see?
Why they chooseth you over me?
When thou art not as willing me me!

Lost in a Labyrinth of feelings
can't get back to where I was
trapdoors and danger
around every corner and door
can't go back
can't return
not now
I have to wait for time to heal my pain.

You are the only one
who can be you
no one else can be just like you
You are who you are
don't try to be someone else
because then there would be no one
to be you

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

Where is the end?
Of fear and hatred

Is the hole to deep
to reach the bottom

Is the pain to scarring
to heal and forgive

Where is the end?
Of this endless war.

The tears still fall
the blood still stains

No one will forget
the deep feeling of anger

Where is the end?
That will break out into light.

A sweet melody
from up in the trees
a song just for me to hear

Alone at a table
writing my feelings
I stop and listen
to the birds singing
Chirping so smoothly

I wish I could sing
like those bird up there
and then fly away

When you are afraid
and don't know what is coming
your not organized enough to deal with life
at least not right now
Mothers will understand
they will walk by your side
with open hearts
open enough to hold yours
you try to impress them
by doing your best
and you don't understand
why they freak when you make one small mistake
but they do it because they care
a mother is there to help you understand
what life is going to take you through
and how it is a roller coaster
"good luck holding on!"
they will say
but really your ride is theirs to
they worry more than you.
I bet when your gone
they wonder what your doing
wait, not wonder... WORRY
they trust you but they have their doubts on others you are around
But she is there to help you and fill your heart with the love
Mother's love.

I walk quickly across the dream
imaginations are cold
a cry of anger and wrath
piercing the ears of followers
blood smears over the crying faces
The only advice is to be quick.

shivers of fear cross the darkness
shadows creep and stalk you
precisely tipping soon to fall
under the stare of a demon
the only way you wont get caught in their stare
is if you are quick.

death is now in the air
hold your place
children cry
mothers scream
the horror is almost here
hiding in every corner
creeping in every soul
just be quick
and maybe you will survive.

Who is she?
she is an inspiration.
She is committed to what she does
and loves every part of her life
A friend that I will never forget
By my side smiling
Living life and trying
She's the girl who is quiet but loud
Laughing in the summer sun
never wanting to get old
just wanting to live in the moment
"Who is she?" you may ask
She is a friend I will always cherish.

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

You say it's not worth writing tons of poems
because not as many people react to them

you say that it is a waste a time
well I'll tell you right now

that I don't care how many people "react"
I don't care how much time I waste
you all are forgetting the purpose
this is poetry we're talking about
if reactions is the only reason you write poetry
well let me tell you
that I am a lot different

I just want to write my poetry
I don't care how many people react
I write because I love writing
and as a matter of fact
poetry is an art
and I express feelings and thoughts through it
I write to get out what I have in

I don't care if you disagree
I don't care if you think it is dumb
yes I have written a lot of poems
but why do you care

I write because it is a passion
and I have no more to say
so if you want to reject
you'll have to wait for another day!

Did you know?
Each second is different?
That you can't live the same second again?
Did you know?
That life is made up
of the moments you live during it?
That each moment can change your opinion?
Did you know?
each day I live is another day older?
But yet I am always young in the soul...

Fighting in an endless war
people killing, too much gore
love is dieing in the hands of choices
pain is spreading through young minds
this war is not just hurting them
but hurting me
I wish I could end this war
but I would need a lot of help
would you help me?