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Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

Perfection

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

DreamingOfABetterTomorrow

Honey, you're looking for
perfection
where there isn't any
In the depths of my eyes
There's only sadness
In lines of my forehead
Theres only confustion
In the shape of my lips
Theres only longing
Imperfect things brought together
To create this imperfect girl

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

5 Apologies (6 Haikus)

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

James Ellis

5 Apologies (6 Haikus)

I need to address
five different people that
mean the world to me:*

        Teachers, I'm sorry
        for not listening to your
        wisdom and lessons.

Friends, I am sorry
for condescending remarks
and hypocrisy.

        Family, sorry
        for poor communication
        and cutting you off.

God, I am sorry
for failing to acknowledge
you and all your love.

        Self, I am sorry
        for hurting and neglecting
        you and your beauty.

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

People Are People

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

The New Kestrel

People Are People

The thing I hate,
Is people who think that they are:
all that and a bag of chips,
a chip off of the old block,
the center of the universe.

What about us?
We are the people who:
care about others,
make the good decisions,
give advice.

I need fairness.
Can't people just:
agree to disagree,
keep their thoughts to themselves,
try a little taste of kindness?

No

Because people will be people.

And people ****.

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

I am not normal

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

The New Kestrel

I am not normal

I am not normal.
It's as simple as that.
I like both girls and boys,
I enjoy classic literature as well as others.

I am simply not normal.
It's as true as the smile that this poem brings to both me and the reader.
I am mismatched,
I wear mo-hawks to school and buzz my hair off.

I am strange.
As easy as ABC.
I take pride in my differences,
And I respect others who are like me as well.

We are all strange.
We are all not normal.

It's as simple as that.

Embrace your differences. Who cares if stupid people say you are a freak. You are who you are. No one can control that but you. There is no reason to fell left out because, somewhere, people understand. The one that you are looking for might even be right in front of you.

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

Colors

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

The New Kestrel

Colors

People pretend
to be okay,
or sad,
or normal.
To hide.
I see
truths
that might
be best left unsaid.
Colors tell me.
They are
encasing,
caressing the vessels
of souls.
Auras.
The energy that is
an open book
allows me
to read them.
Reality becomes
my sanctuary.
But I am
the only one there.
People pretend
to be okay,
or sad,
or normal.
To hide.
I see
truths
that might just
destroy them
in the end.

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

Insanity

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

The New Kestrel

Insanity

I dream,
Desperately,
Of letting go.
I know I shouldn't,
But I constantly
Cling
to the idea of Euphoria.
Death?
Freedom?
Are they similar?
Or am I insane?
Should I be put away?
Succumb to my greatest fear?
Or settle for my beloved Euphoria?
The one I call Death Herself.
Questions cloud my mind.
So many.
Unanswered,
Puzzle-like.
A saying comes to my vision.

"You are insane if you don't think you are,
but if you think you are, you aren't."

It goes in circles.
Never ending.
Which one am I?

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

Different Taste, Different View

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

Carl Joseph Roberts

Different Taste, Different View

Differnt Taste, Different View

Each person has a different taste
In each thing they see or do
A different taste in all of life
And different points of view

It amazes me they like one thing
That I thought just wasn't good
Or they hate the thing that touched me
The one I understood

There may be many different paths
That each of us will make
The experience of each life lived
Decides which path we'll take

So when that perfect thing is found
Know It could be just for you
For others may not have your taste
They have a different point of view

Carl Joseph Roberts

Written because many of what I think are my best poems get little reads while others get many comments that people say they like. An example is I think my poem I'm Home Is my best but there are several others that get more likes and hits.

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

Something Wrong?

Mar 2013 Breanna Stockham

blythe

Something Wrong?

One dull grey day had just passed
Leaving me feel like an outcast
Then thinking of what had gone wrong
For me not to feel strong.

With one eyebrow raised
One hand cupping the face
And the other scratching my head
While my back straightened on my bed.

As I think deeper and deeper
The thoughts are getting weirder and creepier
Making me feel like lost in a big crowd
Making me shout out loud.

When I already calmed down
I shook my head and frowned
Realizing I have more important things to do
Than just to keep on feeling so blue.

I want an escape from my reality
And live in my fantasy
But then I ended up drowning in miseries
'Coz I was overcome by my worries.

So I stood up with head held high
And said, "I am now ready fly" -
Fly away from sorrows
And look up for better tomorrows.

Originally written on January 2013, just can't remember the exact date. And yes, I felt somehow sad that day. But now, I'm not just fine, I'm truly happy alreay :) haha.