If you have never written any poetry I suggest you do, pick up
A pen\ write your heart out.\ no need to be some bad or awesome writer, you don't need to be some fantastic novelist. What you speak is what you express, and what you express is part of your being, so let the being inside you speak.
That's poetry!

People take great risk
for understanding
but when asked
to understand
they refuse with haste
what a waste
for if we risk
to understand
we bring understanding in our wake

Real tears
what are they?
pain boiled inside out
bottled together waiting
pressure building
held inside till the time is wrong
then released

real tears
do not come cheap
they come with weakness
with giving up
with lies
with scars

real tears
mean you've lost the game
your done surviving

real tears
I refuse to shed ever
especially not for you

I WILL NOT CRY FOR YOU!
*sobs

My friend told me to believe
or i would witness the end
why would you want to miss the end of the world?
Imagine the beauty of the flames
raging in tremendous harmony.
The icy cold wind blowing down
demon after demon,
water rising, taking shape,
charging forth to meet the nightmare in front,
who's features are distorted by
the blazing inferno dancing crudely around the darkness in the center.
Why should I miss such glory?
A poet would cry tears of joy at the sight, soaking in the awesome spectacle.
even at the door of death

I'm so tired of the insults
the hints too...
coming from the ones,
I want to believe in me
I wanna make proud

I'm so tired of being called stupid
called an idoit
told I'm a b**
ugly...

I'm tired of loving
people who insult my pride
but can't stop caring
can't stop thinking
my problems are small
theirs are bigger
I can hold this in
its my job.
no crying allowed ever
not even alone
but...

every word sets a scar a new
upon a broken heart
every teardrop from their eyes
kills me softly
every drop of blood from the smallest of wounds
destroys me

I keep trying to take everything
the pain
the sorrow
and leave only happiness
it burdens me so...
but for some reason
I love it
maybe because its grown on me.
and its fond of me now...
it does the one thing I've always wanted
it doesn't let me go without throwing a
prideful glance
my way.

You are angry
and I understand why.
you lost your love
again.
plenty of other fishes
but their all so different from him
and while I lost my forth shot at a father
I can tell your pains worse
so I'll stay silent
and write alone.

your saddened
and I understand why
you lost your shot too
but you got along so great
and he always said how much you were like him
But your problems are bigger
so I'll stay within my mind
and write the pain away

you have your own problems
and I'll support you
deal with your outbursts of anger and regret
and take all of it
I'll let you yell
I hope you yell at me
don't keep it bottled within your soul
let it go
and I'll take it gladly
if it means you'll smile
a real smile again

My heartbeat is faint
I can't compete
all these voices make it so hard to forget about them
I'm choking on my own kindness

my fears
my tears
are always overpowered by yours

insults you throw


Why do you always insult me?
never anyone else?
I want to cry every time
your my family
your a adult
a parent
airhead
blonde
stupid
you don't even know what your doing
neither do the others
but it still hurts

it's not just you anymore
it now bonces around inside my head
beating me down
it's all in good fun
I know but it still hurts

Sisters fight
we do indeed
sisters fight for each other
I fight for you
sisters love each other
I'm not sure if you do
sisters are always there
yeah to laugh at you while you're slapped around
sisters care
so much for that

Men are monsters
Women are liars
boys are cheats
girls are pathetic
teens somewhere between
humans
There is no hope
we're all filled with evil and sin

I never knew
how beautiful the moonlight was
till I saw it reflected through your marble eyes

I never knew
how brightly the stars shine
till I saw them in red

I never knew
how lovely the dark was
till your hand went cold

I never knew
how lonely a blue moon felt
till your lips turned gray

I never knew
how glorious an owls hoot was
till it came weak and feeble from your mouth

I never knew
how much I needed you
my protector
my friend
my bully
my voice
my strength
till your wings fell still in blood soaked palms

I found a hero
within the burnt pages
of fallen wisdom  
hidden deep
within the tale
unknown to all
within the shadows of moonlight
and she knew my name

spoken clearly
heard as certainly as a shadow's howl
as loud as a owls dive
its sounded like the rose's perfume

I found sanity
within a mad man
I found hatred
within tenderness
I found rage
within a girl's soul
I found strength
within me
and most importantly
I found hope
within the pages of a gray evergreen

Some times she wishes she could fly
to her daddy's arms
he would hold her and tell her she's beautiful
and he'd mean every word
he'd kiss her forehead and tell her she's loved
and he'd be telling the truth
he'd swing her around and tell her she's daddy's little girl
and he'd never let her down

but its just a dream
no ones coming to stand up for his little girl
no ones holding her
no body gonna know the tears hide right behind her smile

all this girl has is a box of ashes and broken promises
and you can't hug a box
her hearts a block of rock
all she has is daydreams
and daydreams aren't real
death is real
lies are real
if you ask her what she believes love is
she tell you its a fairy tale
love walks with dragons
love fly's with fairies
love dances with unicorns
and talks with butterflies
love is your imagination
love is false

but she still wishes she could fly.