When I look in the mirror
I close my eyes sometimes
And when I open them...

I'm still here.

I'm just kind of filled
With regret, every time
I think about you.

He scared her badly
And the way she looked at him
Was never the same.

Cherry lollipops,
Roses, typos, mistakes, signs
And blood are all red.

I think that my brain
Decided it was too used
And took the day off.

Sometimes I feel like
Every time, I die; but it
Makes me more alive.

I've always wanted
To write a poem about it
Because, just because.
I don't know why, but I guess
I really like it.

Begone, foul beast;
Your presence is not wanted:
Leave me forever.

AM I JUST OCD
IS THIS ONLY BOTHERING ME
SHOULDN'T POEMS HAVE A RHYME
OR AM I REALLY WRONG THIS TIME?

Have you ever seen a clouded night
the darkness suffocating?
Have you ever seen the blinding light
the darkness all-negating?

Have you ever felt the black surround
when you were all alone?
Have you ever felt the lightning shake the ground
from celestial heights unknown?

Have you ever felt the spray upon your face
from a coming, speeding storm?
Have you ever known the even pace
of earth's rain-brought reform?

If you've never seen a lightning-light,
or felt it burn your eyes
Upon a cool late summer's night—
then you're in for a surprise.

My brother Noah
Won't get off my computer
I'm tolerating.

If you are honest,
You'll say the same as them all
That you never knew
The world was so big a place
With so much sadness.

Last day of my week
I feel lucky—I'll be free
And party tonight.

Honest to goodness—
What does that even mean, though?
English idioms.

You're reason denied
Right and wrong are black and white
I am the dark grey.

Anticipation heights within me
I cannot hold this pensive feeling
I'm climbing walls and hugging ceiling
My thoughts won't let me be

This hesitation strives inside me
I can't release this burning feeling
I'm scratching marks and hitting ceiling
My mind hates OCD.

I want to forget
That you even existed,
But know what I learned.

“Why do you listen to metal,”
I'd always wanted to ask.
“It's because I always want to scream...
No one lets me, but I'm glad you asked.”

He owns the solar panels on a thousand hills
He knows all the satellites by name
He knows when every laptop crashes
He has cheats codes for every video game.

My fingers itch in so many ways—
They wish to touch the stars;
They long to play my soul's heartsong,
And strive to sketch my scars.

You lost yourself, true
But it was in music, so
You aren't to blame.

I liked to fancy
That I could throw you a look
And pierce your stone heart.

Everything's just grey
And black, and dark, with no white;
A colorless world.

Is anyone else afraid
Of the monster of the dark?
He comes out every night
And preys upon my heart.

Sure, you can take these words and phrases
You can take me wrong
But nothing phases me no more,
I'm stuck inside this song

That whosoever wants me dead,
Well, they can go and try
But I'm held captive by the One
Who holds their very lives.

I stand steadfast, even if I fall
I know He's always with me
So there, there's nothing you can do
That from His love can separate me.

If I annoy you,
Then let my words be few.

I feel something coming
Something important and strange
Maybe if I proof my soul
I'll be prepared to change.

Billows of blue sheets
Scarlet ribbons in the sky
Violet petals
Gold strewn across the heavens
Dazzle me. Then the sun sets.

Don't make promises
Promises just become lies
When you are this young.

Sometimes you sense them
In the dark places of night
But now face to face.

I'm forgetting already
And that really helps
I just have to remember
You're not good for my health.

I wanted to sing
So badly, but it only
Opened my closed wounds.

Uncontrollable
Is how I describe feelings
But not my actions.

Hands smudged from the filth
Stuck down in his fingernails
Worked to Impress her.

(And Reasons Why I Have It Pretty Good)*


2. Starving people in Africa who have nothing that even resembles a stable govermnent to keep them safe and fed and alive. 

3. Couples going through divorce or recovering from divorce, and their poor children. =\

4. Drug addicts living on the streets without a family or a hope. 

5. Women and children caught up in human trafficking and slavery who have no one to save them. 

6. Would-be-mothers who cannot have children. This is heartbreaking for many women. 

7. Children abused by their own parents who then have to go through foster care and withstand the constant reminder that they do not have parents that love and care for them. 

8. People who have no hope and who believe a bottle of pills is the only way to take away their pain. Life is never a curse, and it is not one's responsibility to take when it becomes unbearable. 

9. Fathers who can't find a job in our economy and who feel like a failure because they can't support their family's needs. 

10. People who sit in a church and believe they are being good enough to go to heaven, when they've never heard the true gospel spoken to them before. 




1. And most importantly...the great number of individuals who have not heard and those who have rejected the Good News of Jesus Christ. It's nothing that I have done that makes me any different than them, but only the grace of God that I took hold of. I won't stand by while my fellow man lives on less than I do every day. I am blessed with food, a better government than many in this world, and parents who love each other and the Lord. I have a life of hope that sustains me better than drugs, a life worth living, and the financial support that only God could supply. And I have a church that preaches the gospel each Sunday and reminds me of how much I need Him. 

Lord, never let me forget Your many blessings. Self-pity, worry, and depression keep me from my true potential as Your daughter and servant. Show me how to share my blessings with others, so that I can spread Your Word to everyone I meet.
Amen.

Someday I might be remembered
But probably for something boring.

Today, the sky's blue
Though my stomach is queasy
And my heart throbs.

Think it's a headache?
Your mind lies to you, it's not...
What is it really?

You're a short-circuit
Sparking and damaging
In my motherboard.

It's driving me mad
I can't sleep and I can't read
Or knit to music
Or anything, and I'm done
I've had enough of it all.

When your words are placed with precision
And your thoughts are all in line
When there's the perfect analogy in your speech
He's not there to listen, that's the time.

When your words come out in a jumble
And you laugh 'till you're in tears
When you tell stupid jokes and nobody but he laughs
That's the day that he appears.

So the only pain
That I feel this late at night
Is my chapped lips. Yeah.

Magic is in the air
When the delight spreads
But even then,
Febreeze doesn't do all it says.