Animals abolishing apples and apricots,
angry astronauts abandon Abraham's automobile,
algae acting after ant at Ally alligator's aunt's apartment
Aching antsy alpha aardvarks arranging afternoon arguments
After Amanda ate anchors, Anna attacked Alabama
at Abbey Road Alice anounced an aristocrat arriving.
An acceptable antonym!

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!

All the Beautiful things,
Make me feel like I have wings,
Even on a stormy day,
When all words are hard to say,
The wings still lift me to the sky,
Higher than a bird can fly,
So I can see all these things,
And that is when I start to sing,
But these things are forgotten,
Just like some worn out cotton,
Even though these things exist,
People cross them off the list,
Soon no one will care,
What these things have to share,
All who knew of these things,
Now act like greedy kings,
But there is still a little hope,
For people to climb up the rope,
And see all the beautiful things,
And appreciate what this world brings.

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.

alarm starts beeping
I groan with great exhaustion
slowly getting up

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

Back bathing by Bambi's Bath
Biking Below Big Bridges and Britches
Banners believe bass bands become bad
But besides Beans Bumping by bricks bring bags back
Buffering bemused banned bakers
bring bad buns
brake bonds building back.

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

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"

Imagine everyone in the world
always being normal
what a boring world that would be
I love all the unique personalities
and to me there is no such thing as normality
so if you try to be like everyone else
you'll find how boring it is
so just stop right there and be yourself
because your the only one who can be you.

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! :*(

Careful crocks climbing Cambodian Castles
Create camping Caskets corsets
Crying, crippled crayons  can cup cakes
Cats cost cranberries
Cameras call captains
Capable cocoons create cringing crooks
Can't conclude C. Completed

Careful
to be
to see
to have

Careful
to sing
to hum
to tap

Careful
to step
to balance
to walk

Careful
to live
to breath
to smile

boxes full of them
neon
black
patterns
and more
what is better than cheap sunglasses

$1, $2, $3 what more
than buying a pare of cheap sunglasses

flashy
cool
never out of style
go get some cheap sunglasses

I painted the fence,
washed the car,
mowed the lawn,
what else is there to do?
you told me to
clean the windows,
take out the trash,
walk the dog,
feed the cat
and I did that as well
what else do you need?
I picked up the groceries,
mopped the floors,
clean the toilets,
NO
I'm done
finished
I WON'T DO ANYMORE
all these chores are not worth 5 bucks!
Stop with this terrible labor.

Close your eyes to reality
just for now
open them into your soul
look deeper inside yourself,
believe...
see the truth
hold onto your imagination
join me
hold my hand
let us walk into the distance
the strange beauty of tomorrow,
today,
and yesterday
find yourself
focus
open your mind
let out all of the nonsense
let your heart take the wheel
cut the line of gravity
float...
Close your eyes
see the world beyond this one
see silence
see truth
see me
see you...

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

Flowers blooming...
Smooth clouds in the sky
strong winds blow them forward

I swear I hate computers
what happened to antique typewriters
Yah computers are helpful and all
but what happens if they crash
or the hard drive erases
what happens if your life depended on computers
and then your computer freaked out?
If you asked me, I would love to be sitting in an old fashioned
office, typing away at an antique royal!
oh well I'll live not like I can convince the world to agree with me...

It's staring at me
scheming how it can anger me further
what does it want?
It then shuts down
and I loose everything  was working on
Why am I typing on it right now?
because I must work it out of it's schemes
Computers ARE EVIL
If you didn't know it you do now
they are evil and will loose all of your stuff.
WHY!!!!!!!!

leave me alone
stop making a fool of me.

EVIL I SAY EVIL!!!!!!!

Why does everything seem so small
when something becomes larger?

I'm confused

Why do people want what they don't have
even though it is more than what most have?

Does it make sense to you?

Why do people say life is so short
when it is the longest thing you will ever experience?

oh, does anybody understand?

In my dream
I walked down the street in the dark
Sirens rung in my ear
Police lights flashed
I flicked up my badge and showed it to an FBI agent
I went past the yellow tape surrounding the crime scene
I looked at my partner
he stared grimly at the victim
wrapped in a black garbage bag
with trauma to the left temporal bone
The skull suggested female
about 31 years of age
the rotting of the bones suggested dead for about 5 weeks
I looked away quickly
after noticing the wound to the abdomen
showing there was fowl play
I hated these kinds of cases
but I knew they needed to be solved
I walked back to our car
My partner told the FBI where to send the remains
We headed home tonight
waiting for an anxious day of discovering the victim
and the murderer

Dude! Disco dancing dogs devouring Dill duds
Digging ducks drew dreads
dreaming don't devour drool
Decked duet
Dimples dandylion deftness
Drink dead danimals.
Discharged!

the music surrounds me
fills me
and moves me

I can't stop
I shouldn't
I wont

I'm lost in time
in place
in music

Who'd want to stop
not me
not you

Dancing in Music
is the freedom
the risk
my love

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

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...

Do not judge me because of where I live
the clothes I wear
the people I like
Do not judge me for what I believe in
what I do
or what I try
Do not judge my physical traits
the color of my skin
the shape of my face
judge me for my attitude
my actions
or my opinion
judge me for being me
cause that's what really counts.

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

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.

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

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

Extraordinary eggs eat elephants' empanadas  
exact erasers enlist every eagle
earlobe extract exit each elf entrance
Evil envelopes e-mail England
Easy eccentrics etcetera etcetera
exiting end!

Memories are forgotten
colors are absorbed
all is left is an empty picture frame
to remind us all of our mistakes.

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.

Fathers faking false feuds
french folk fills fun facts
fringing fat failure flips Fredricks fame
Frappe from France
Fit from Finland
Far from Fiji
Flat fix from Florida
Fini finished!

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.

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

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!

He comes in when your going to bed
he knows it has been a hard day
you look into his eyes
they show the deep affection
the Father Daughter love
he is the only one I can talk to right now.
everyone else doesn't understand
not even yourself
but he makes you understand
in a nice truthful kind of way
and that is why he is your father
to have Father Daughter talks

Je suis tres fatigue. Je veux dormir. Où est le lit? J'aime sommeil. Je vais a ma chambre. Je n'aime pas travailler. Je veux ai fermé mes yeux et serais reves. Bonne nuit, au revoir.

You ask me what my favorite color is
you'd think it's a simple question
but it is like asking
what college you want to go to
when your only 13
But to answer your question
I have to say
every color is my favorite
There's colors out there that I haven't heard of
Colors that no one Knows
colors so random like "razzmatazz" or " sunset orange"
you get what I mean
so next time you ask what my favorite color is
remember how many colors there are
and that I don't answer those questions
what's your favorite color?

The sun was just setting
on the empty tropical beach
a cool breeze brushed through the palm trees
the only trace of human
was a two pairs of footprints
in the soft sand
the owners are unknown
but the memories remain

Gates give galloping giraffes
gin gum
gifted ghost
Goofy gambles ginger beer
grapple games get goods
Gooses groins getcha
group gathering greatness
goat got gale
Grail

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.

Oh Goldy, honey, shush now
close your eyes
fall asleep
your cries are heard off the canyon walls
the first white child born in Hells Canyon

Sleep now, in the ground
your history is washed away by the rain
very few memories are remembered
Disappear with each of the years
shush now Goldy
Close your eyes.

An empty paper on my desk
I cannot write
I cannot guess
The days turn gray
The nights are shallow
My hopes are erased
Hopefully written back
When a new future comes

You live
You die
You have feelings inside
And yet just look
How easily they are taken
Burned and crumbled
Ripped and erased

Some say there is hope
Some say it is a lie
I just have to see
Each day go by

Some are proud
Some are worried
Some like me suffer

The light turned off
In my house
The sun went down
I’m done for today
I’ll live again tomorrow
For now I rest among the dead
I no longer want to suffer
I want to say good night
I let my hopes make their patterns
Inside of my head

If you happen to walk to the end
And see a little light
Please tell me
I want to know
Should I stay for awhile

But for now goodbye, good day
Maybe we’ll meet again some day.

Hello Harry Hatman Hive
How's hill hunting?
Have hamburgers hailed ***** hats?
have Hungarians Haunted Harry?
hive he hands high how hasty has hood
half hunched happy hogs?
He's helped hints have hearing
hahahaha ha ha ha ha...HA

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?

You say happiness comes in boxes
You act like you could never be happy
You always want more and more
What's your issue?

Happiness is something you give through smiles
and words and love and friendship

Happiness is received through what you love to do
or how you express yourself or where you are or who you are with

So stop acting like you happiness is so impossible
because you just aren't looking for it.