It's hard to write poetry
When your mind stops
Tracing the words
Of your day dreams
And your heart starts
Pumping the emotion
Of night thoughts

I wanted to write a poem
But sat outside and watched
The leafs grow
And the children swing
And the flowers dance
Instead

I wanted to write a poem
But read a book
And thought about adventures
And hoped for one myself
Instead

I wanted to write a poem
But called up a friend
And told a joke
And made them laugh aloud
Instead

I wanted to write a poem
But listened to music
And the sound of your voice
And the house settling at night
Instead

I wanted to write a poem
But always find myself
Doing other things
Instead

But if you think about it
It's kind of like writing a poem
Anyways

I want to hold the world
Just a marble in my hand
I want to save the world
If you let me then I can

I'll put it in my pocket
The one that's by my heart
I'll put it in a locket
So it won't break apart

I'll hold it close and dear
In hopes that it won't shatter
I'll always keep it near
So war and hate won't matter

They won't destroy my world
The one which I have saved
For nothing in my world
Will ever need be saved

I wanted to write a poem for you
But all that I made was a doodley-doo
I wanted to make it so perfect for two
I suppose this rhyme will have to do

Hey there cutie,
I think that I
Kinda
Sorta
Maybe
Like you a lot
And I
Kinda
Sorta
Maybe
Wanna kiss you

A lot

Kinda
Sorta
Maybe

This poem for you
Is my little adieu
As it passes from my smile

But my smile is this
Just a lie with a kiss
That has you running miles

Our love is like a dove
Reaching its wings to a place high above
But this dove that is so much like our love
Cannot reach those places high above

It's on the ground
Where it will stay
It can jump and it can play
But the joy will cease
And its crown, it will lay

There once was a girl
Who knew not a soul
Who lied or cursed
Or drunk or swore
She lived very happy
In her innocent life
Tucked in warm hands
That bore no knife
But as she grew
Marks up the wall
Her knowledge of the world
Was surprisingly small
She looked in wonder
At the people around
And wondered aloud
Why she was so safe and sound
Everyone seemed dangerous
With lies and a past
That swore to haunt them
'Till the days of their last
This little girl
So confused and blind
Opened her arms,
Her heart, her mind
But the world was cruel
It smirked with disgust
To teach her a lesson
This world, it must
Her arms became ******
Bruised with cuts
Her heart broke in two
Her mind left to rust
So this innocent girl
Who cared so much
Turned her back on the world
For she had cared too much

Who do you think you are, Magic Man,
Holding the stars on a string
You make them dance across the sky,
A hand on the moon, a hand on me

You pull me closer, Perfect Boy,
You're watching with those eyes
You kiss my lips, this time the first,
I wish never to say goodbyes

You thread that kiss onto the line,
The stars then dance and sing
But, who do you think you are, Magic Man,
Holding my heart on a string?

My boys, my boys
In the palm of my hand
Wrapped around my finger
By my side they both stand

Daniel was first
Sweet as can be
But Daniel, my Daniel
He cheated on me
He gave me the stars,
The moon and the sun
But when I woke from my dream
My first kiss was gone

Ryan was next
With a kiss of surprise
Loving me right
With those calm, gentle eyes
But he kissed me softly
Then went away
And much like Daniel
He will lead me astray

My heart aches and cries
For one of them again
Wanting their kiss
And their hand in my hand

They are birds of a feather,
Forever together,
And how could they forget me

They tease and poke,
And of my hopes they joke,
They will remain forever mean

They hide in the mist,
And they slap my wrist,
When I go and do something wrong

But stay quiet they do,
When I'm around you,
But quiet, they don't stay for long

They whisper between my ears,
Make me cry tears,
Tears that create a flood

But when I go to bed,
They make me color in red
As I draw them lines of *blood

There is a story
Of the Chinese old
That whispers of lovers
And red strings it told
But I ask you this,
You Chinese of old
Where is my lover
And the string he holds?

A new years kiss
Is cheesy, it's true
But I must admit
I'm glad it was you

To let a scratch heal
You leave it alone
You don't pick, don't scratch
Let it bleed on its own
Until the blood runs out
Or a new scar forms
You just leave it alone
Let the cold blood warm

This about scratches, bruises, or scars
Everyone knows it's true
Then why, I ask, must you bother my own?
When these scratches were caused by you?

You've seen the blood
And the pain on my face
You've heard my cries
For a sort of embrace
But instead you pick
And poke and scratch
You make the bad worse
In my throat the tears catch

So my scratches keep bleeding
And new scars seem mundane
While old scars keep waiting
To bleed once again

But looking at these scars,
The scratches on my heart
I ask you a question
One to be asked at the start

Is it better or worse,
Or does it matter not,
To cut a new wound
Or have an old one sought?

To touch these dreams
Of broken seams
Unwind a harmful truth
That day after day
I dig deeper my grave
That holds me as a youth

I am scared to say
That in my bed as I lay
Pondering of days not to be
I often come accross
A thought once lost
But now urgent to stay next to me

But where do you turn
When you wish not to learn
How to become a better you
Because the cuts feel good
They make you free like a bird
But freedom is gone too soon

I don't want to be touched
And I won't speak as much
If I'm mad and raging with fear
But your gentle sigh
Of a sweet lulleby
Is something that I hold dear

My arms beg for embrace
As along my cheeks your hands trace
To touch these tears of shard
And you reach past my chest
In hopes of the best
To find a racing heart

But now you can see
There's nothing in me
But a heart that whispers death
So in this grave I will lie
Until that day that I die
And of me - - nothing be left

There is a time
And there is a place
Where I'll sit around
And live out my days

I will be old and calm,
Watching lives go by
I will ponder my own,
And sometimes cry

Remember, I will,
The days of my life
The good like sweet nectar,
The bad like a knife

But that day is not today,
And it's surely not tomorrow
It lies a time years from now
After surviving much sorrow

But for now I'll live my life,
Without so much as a care
Whether I live my life rich,
Or leave my pockets bare

I could travel to places far,
Or stay close to home
I could love someone special,
Or remain forever alone

So many decisions to be made,
They could be decided now or later
I could be a sweet lover,
Or become a dangerous hater

Yesterday has happened,
And the future is to be decided
So I'll live through today,
And let my fears be subsided

I am in love
But also at a fault
For I want to write poetry
But seem I can not

When you are in love
With a boy, the sky,
Or typewriters
You should write poetry
About eyes, clouds,
Or late-night novel writers

So what do I do
When I can't do what I do?
I write, silly,
A poem about you

Promise me
That you will not
Make empty promises
Promises
Without meaning
Or sincerity
Because
I don't know
If I can handle
Another
Broken heart

I see my world in black and white
Painted with shades of gray
All the color has been drained
I pray the rain will go away

Sometimes I forget
What matters anymore
So I must remember
I must remember...
Remember...

Remember what?

There once was a prince
On a planet far away
A prince who liked to think
Of flying far away
He liked very much
To think of places so new
Of places with color
Like red, purple, or blue
Worlds with emotions
And rolling hills that sang
Stars who laughed
Or cried where they hang
Where ballerinas clapped
As the mundane people danced
Where enemies were friends
And lovers entranced
There only would be happy thoughts
And even Kings were never mad
Where at night there were celebrations
For the moon not being sad
And the prince just sat
On his planet alone
Thinking up worlds
He would never come to know
For the prince only sat
And he would only think
And never leave his planet
Except for when he blinked

School is...
A place of laughing
A place of love
A place of smiles
A place of hugs

School is...
A place for sitting
A place for learning
A place for writing
A place for earning

School is...
A place that hopes
A place that cares
A place that's safe
A place that shares

School is...
A place to go
A place to be
A place to hear
A place to see

School is...
None of these things.
Not a single one.
So go **** school
'Cause it's ****** you, son.

Loose lips sink ships
Is what they all say
But tight lips, I fear,
Go the same way

When something is said,
A secret is told,
A whisper of pain,
A heart left cold,
You feel not at ease
And sense you must speak
But is this dark thought told
A secret to keep?

So the question lies
In the who, why, and how
Of keeping a murmur
Or speaking aloud

Plant a seed of happiness,
Wonder, dreams, and smiles
And up grows a lovely flower
Whose beauty shines for miles

Plant a seed of angry rage,
Hatred, lies, and snarls
And up grows a wicked vine
In skin those thorns will burrow

This girl was magic, something special,
My only love in the world
She danced with flowers and sang with  the wind
And traveled across lands like a bird

Her smile was moonlight cast across lakes
And her eyes shone like the seas
Her cheeks were velvet and softer than sand
And her skin was as pure as could be

Her voice as peaceful as the silence of night
And her spirit shone like the day
She braided starlight into her hair
And the strands by her ears would sway

But my love to be is my love no more
She is cast across the skies
I speak to her most every day
A never ending goodbye

Sing me song of love and faith
Sing a song of hope
Then leave me now to cry your tears
I'll watch you as you cope

For your songs, they do not speak of truth
They do not speak your thought
You ponder only on Hells so great,
But a liar to me you're not

You sing your songs of innocence gone by,
A childhood lost in stars
Of hopes and dreams that drifted between love,
Now drift between fresh scars

Some days
I am the cactus
On the windowsill
Sitting stiff
Ready for a fight
But all that I really want
Is some sunshine
And a friend
To share my day with

"Some days are better than others"
Is what I tell myself
Or, that's the story I use
'Till I can put it
Back on the shelf

I write to you today, my dear,
Upon this stool of toad
I write to you today, my love,
To tell of wishes owed

I wish for you to come back home,
I wish it to be soon
I wish to see your eyes again,
Shining like the moon

I wish to feel you lips on mine,
Tender skin so soft
I wish you were to lay with me,
In this drafty loft

I wish to see your body dance,
In tempo next to mine
I wish that you would write me back,
Or even send a sign

But these wishes that I wish upon
That star so way up  high
Never reach the star's bright face
And quickly fall and die

Steal my heart and hope to die
Promise to tell me every lie
I can't believe those cold blue eyes
Listen, dear, to my faithful sighs

Fingers dance
And crickets hum
Stars twinkle bright
As thumbs strum along
You sit with me
And we sing a song
Summer at last
Has finally come

I've spoken of excitement and joy
I've talked of love and heartbreak
I've listened to words of wisdom
I've made a decision, for my own sake

It's been a long day
Of constant conversations
So it's the kind of afternoon
To sit with my malfunctions
And make it
Just peppermint tea
And me

I look at my teachers
Who stand in the very front
Of every single class
And teach me how to be
How to grow and learn
And be well rounded

I think of everything they know
All which they have learned
From textbooks
And from life
All of which they share
And that of which they don't

I think of their kindness
Sometimes their hatred
How they smile and joke
Or judge and yell
Why they are who they are
And how they came to be

I think about their days
Every day is spent
Within four walls
With hundreds of teens
Who hardly give a ****
And how they get through it

I think about their thoughts
The knowledge they hold
And if what they're teaching us
Is what really needs to be taught
And if what they have to say
Is really what they need to say

I look at them all
And I wonder
What they could teach
What I could learn
From each and every one of them
If the time and place and opportunity
Were given to us

And it makes me sad
To think that
All of my teachers
And my professors
Are all going to die before me
And I'll never know
I'll never learn
I'll never grow
From what they know
But never told

Because they only talked about
Synonyms or the quadratic equation
Or all the periodic elements
And they never talked about
What is most important in life
So we never know the important things like
Laughing
And pain
And having your heart broken
And crying for all the right reasons
And why we are the way we are
And how to get where we're going
And having dreams
And participating in life
And telling people that you love them
And understanding death
And understanding life
And how to save lives
And to be open and vulnerable
And knowing that everything is going to be okay
Even if it's not
Because that's what truly matters on life

It makes me sad to think
That people go through life
Without ever knowing
All of the important things about life
Because no one ever told them
And they never experienced them

So what are we doing?
Why do we go to school
To learn about things that matter
But don't really matter
In the end?
Because in the end,
You don't think about
Synonyms or the quadratic equation
Or all the periodic elements
You think about your life
And the the people,
Even the teachers
Who got you through it
And made that difference

You think about those few
Oh, so few
Teachers who taught you
The important things
About life
And how that
Made all the difference

"Oh, mom, oh look!
The Circus is in town!"

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry,
That ship has sailed."

****.

I trudge my sled on through the snow,
I pull it another mile
This journey takes a day and forever,
I'm only just a child

I began this long ago,
But the end is nowhere near
So much hope I've come across,
But not as much as fear

I come to find a crossroad,
Not the only one today,
The roads stretch for miles on,
And on the pavement my choices lay

I know once I choose,
There is no going back
And good judgment, God help,
Is something that I lack

So I throw the dice,
And hope for the best
And leave it to the Devil
To decide the rest

So, on I go,
Down this new road
And on my back,
A brand new load

Of hopes and worries
And things to desire
Of haters and lovers
And a world full of liars

But I can't help but wonder
About the path untaken
If it's forever gone,
And then my thoughts awaken

If I had taken that road
That is so long gone
Could it have taken me
To a beautiful dawn

Or would it lead me
To a forest of thorns
With great, tall beasts
With blood-soaked horns

Or maybe to a place
That's never been found
A place without color,
A place without sound

I suppose I'll never know
Where that barren path led
So I'll keep along this one,
To the horizon, I'll tread

Until I come across a ditch,
Or another fork in the path
I know this journey is long
And I won't get out unscathed

Pickles for one
Pickles for two
Pickles for some
Pickles for few
Pickles for smiles
Pickles for laughs
Pickles in wholes
Pickles in halves
Pickles for Henry
Pickles for Sue
Pickles for everyone
Pickles for you

Follow me, small child,
To the ends of the Earth
Follow me, blind child,
I'll teach you of hurt

I'll show you the sick,
The broken devils of hate
I'll show you the drugged
For whom help came too late
I'll show you the people
Who have done many wrongs
And I'll show you these people
Have been lied to all along
The people with scars
And tongues of barbed wire
The people with bitter
And ****** hearts of liar
I'll show you the sad,
The angry, the lost
And I'll show how their place
That came with a cost

These people so sad
Once wore different shoes
Be warned, small child,
They once were you

"Where have the stars all gone?"
She asked the sky.
"They've all flickered out."
He replied with a sigh.