Why do we dream of things
We cannot have?
For some it may be
The cute girl in the corner of the class
For others
The new Dodge Charger HEMI-V8
For more
It may be the bad boy that has never spoken to you
For less,
A new Xbox
But at some point or another
Everyone dreams of something
They cannot have

Do we dream
To keep hope
To remember why?

All I know is that dreaming is so pleasant
Yet so torturous
It being so close
But *so far away

When you feel lower
Than the bottom of the barrel
Hopeless and lost
Think of me

When the rain
Can't keep down
Your soaring spirits
Think of me

Use me as your anchor
To keep you from wandering astray
Cry on my shoulder
If you need to anyway
Think of me

Think of me
My pride for you
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To make you feel
Just a little bit better
Our love is stronger than this disease
Of self-deprecation and need
Lean on me
Think of me

Just don't slip away
Or break yourself beyond repair
Because I too will be broken beyond repair
And I know you don't want to see that
Even from Heaven.

I don't get why
Poetry has to be so sweet
So delicate
All about love
And all the sweetest things of life
Don't poets know that life
Has another side?
It has a side of metal
Hate is loved
Love is hated
People are violent
Absurdly negative
And harmful to themselves
And everyone else
Death is celebrated
Life, not so much

That's the Dark Side of Poetry.

Why is it
That the smartest
The kindest
The shyest
The quietest
Always get picked on?
It makes no sense to me.
But that's what's happening!

It happens everywhere
Every city,
Every state,
Every country in the world,
To all people,
To both genders,
It's degrading.

Who are we to judge?
We're all mortal here.
We all have sinned
We are all flawed
It's merely a fact of life!

Remember this:
No one is below you,
*If you consider someone else below you.

Life puts a dent in the armor
It makes someone sour,
Spiteful and rude

The delicate line of life becomes crooked
Swindlers happen
***** drowns hundreds

They are faithless
They speak of pain
Revenge and all that hogwash

They try to call themselves rebels
I think they're just weak
Because they can't handle life
Like the rest of us

Last words to remember:
Be smart.
Be kind.
Be fierce.

I am cautious usually
Hidden beneath my comfy shell
You make me want to be a little reckless

To be honest,
I am even afraid to talk to you
Afraid you'll run away like all the others

You're a hunk
My kind of hunk
Even if you don't know it

You act like an angel to me
Have you fallen from Heaven?
'cause I'm sure fallin' for you

You're awesome
Truth be told
And yet you're blind to it

The rose in my guarded heart
Is blooming
Freeing itself

Because no matter what you say,
I say,
Or anyone else says,
You're my true first love.

I met a friend on here recently
I won't say his/her name
To bring unwanted fame

My friend is weird
Undoubtedly so
Although he is kind
Incredibly so

My friend is unorthodox
In his views
And the life he wants to choose

My friend is misunderstood
Aren't we all?
And frankly,
he's also pretty tall.

I hope he sticks around a while
His awesome poetry makes me smile
I hope this will make him smile
Even if it's vile
We'll see, won't we?

Do you ever feel like
The person behind the poem,
You know 'em?
Though they live thousands of miles away
And you don't talk the day

Do you ever feel like
You wanna get to know 'em
The behind the poem?
Their traits, their flaws,
Just cause.

People one,
People all.
Learn about someone,
Someone today.
It just might make their day,
Knowing someone out there cares,
When no inside seems to,

Beyond the bogs
I hear whispers in the night
Of who?
Of what?
I am not sure
They speak of danger
Darkness
Seduction
Greed
Death
I hope I'm not crazy
But the whispers get louder
Moans sharper
I feel that they're closing in on me
I begin to follow their path
I fear for my life and sanity
Help me
Anyone?

As you sing me a lullaby goodnight
I melt into your arms
I swear till I'm dead
That you were my godsent knight'
Oooh, oooh
Godsent knight

We don't need a castle
We just need some faith
And a little love
Love, love
My godsent knight
Oooh, oooh
Godsent knight

You heal my spirit
Better than any pill
Oooh, oooh
Turn my pale cheeks red
Yeah yeah yeah

My Godsent Knight

Rainy day
Trees crashing on my window pane
I'm here
Thinking about lately
And thinking maybe
We could be

So I called you up
And asked you the question
That I've been wanting for so long
To say
And I hear your voice fade away on the line
And you say "Sorry, I just can't Caroline."
That's not fine

So now I'm sitting here
Drowning myself in chocolate
And tears
Dreaming
Oh dreaming about what we could have been
And sitting here
Wallowing in my misery

I thought I had you figured all out
I thought you could love me without a doubt
But you just leave me empty
And so I sit here
At my window
Dreaming of you

Well, friend
I guess in the end
You couldn't love me
Like I wanted you to
Or be who you wanted you to be
Silly stupid me...

I saw you there
In the coffee shop

For some reason
Even across the room
I felt your chocolate eyes calling me

You "accidently" bumped into me
Closing the distance
Between you and I
Knocking me off balance
You helped me steady myself once again
Clutching my hand
If only for a second

That small flirtation
Meant everything to me
I wasn't exactly having the best day
And an nice, sweet guy always makes my day.

My heart opened and never closed
From there out.
It just grew
And unlocked its compartments
For you.

I've been feeling like a void today
An empty shell
Walking without purpose
Writing without urgency

My fire is dim today
No logs of interesting knowledge
To fuel the flames
Only gray ash
Same schedule
And you wonder why I drag

I am seriously bored today
My music isn't playing
No one wants to talk to me
Why?
I don't know.

We were fading out
From red to pink to white
I just didn't feel the butterflies anymore
I felt the tears in my eyes
Flowing in definite streams
Breath shaking
As I said goodbye
You hid behind a shield
That I pierced straight through to your heart
Your long hair hid the tears
As they fell
Smearing your shirt
You spoke our final words
"Goodbye, but I still love you."
Those syllables
Tore my chest open
And ripped my heart from it
He never spoke to me again,
But I still remember that day
And those words
And the heart abuse.

A friend of mine
Recently asked me a perplexing question:
"Why do you write?"
At the time, my answer was:
"Because I want to express myself."
But the more I thought about the question,
The less sure I was that my answer was sufficient.
Why I write is more complex than that.

I write to tell the stories
That I wouldn't dare say aloud.
People don't care to listen anyway.

I write to free myself,
To go beyond my ****** anchor,
And be something more.

I write to assure myself,
That someone cares about what I have to say,
When I'm lonely.

I write to keep away boredom,
When my mind is going nowhere fast,
And my day is crap.

I write to let it all out,
In the best times and the worst.
No matter what holds me back in life,
Nothing contains me here.

The sun is shining
The birds are twitter around
More than everyone after Miley's MTV performance

Schools are closed
Businesses are closed
The city is shut down
Because of a coating of ice
No thicker than my ring finger
That's Texas for you

I get to avoid all that
Homework
Those teachers
On a Monday morning

Isn't it an ice day?

You have to wait for happiness
It'll come out of no where
And into your life
Seems so right
Seems so right

Snow is fallin
On my window
Dreamin about what I could be
Am I this?
Will I be that?
It's all left to fate
And for happiness I'll wait
Seems so right
for the rest of my life
Seems so right

When times get harder
My faith is weary
I'll just keep that dream alive
And it'll keep me goin
Goin, goin
I'll keep praying for my day to come
When you'll come for me
Only for me

Until then
I'll keep starin out my window
Looking the sea of white
I'll be alright
Alright, alright
Tonight

Thin
We are not
Chubby
We are
Self conscious
Mostly
Confident
Rarely
Is there anyone to love us big girls?

Is there anyone to look beneath our surface into the heart
Instead of just going by looks?
We are overlooked
Thought stupid
Made fun of
Because of our size
Is there anyone to love us big girls?
Even when we can't love ourselves?

Young and free
You used to be
Wild as a foal
Now, as you get old
The road home gets longer
And the hold of death gets stronger

And its avenger gets closer

A storm is brewing

Ancient and true

Rain drops fall

Thunder calls

The Son home

Shalom is coming again

He shall come to regain His throne

Upon which the Son of God will make Earth a death free zone

And souls will be tried

And bonafide

True or a lie

And will accordingly be sent

To Heaven or Hell

All will be well once again

When He comes again.

We're called the freaks,
The ones society points out,
We are the emos, the shy, the awkward, the nerds, the transgenders,
The gays and the lesbians,
To name but a few.
We aren't freaks.
We're unique!
Compared to their cookie cutter demeanor.
We make the world go 'round.
We created the formula for gravity.
We make the best music.
A normal person is limited by society.
We are free!
To express ourselves however we feel to.
So "freak,"
Is nothing to fear!
Embrace who you are!
Follow your own values!
Make something out of yourself!
And let the world judge!
Because in the end,
The only opinions that matter
Are yours (and God's)...

Young painter
Canvas
Beautiful blues, fresh fushias, sentimental sea green

Paint brushes
Soft bristles tickle the surface of the canvas
Creating a picture of pure happiness

What does it look like? Can you see it?

The painter smiles softly
Admiring his work
And leaves it out to dry

And plays a guitar smoothly

Can you hear it?

Waiting...

Lock and Key
I'll lock the rest of me
Up in a vault
There isn't much
Left to clutch

Maybe this heart of mine
Will align
Itself right
So it'll stop making mistakes
And stop the heartaches

I'll keep the key
Only to me
And show not a soul
Keep myself straight
And wait...

For Mr. Right
Not Sir Plight

Come soon

Upon the greens of yonder days
Metal clashed
Crimson poured out
These were the wars of yesterday

Bullet to chest
Body falls to empty desert
Crimson pours out
These are the wars of today

And the Crimson Viper lives on...

The Snake
Thieving
Heart of stone
Tears none
Venom kills

The Rose
Passionate
Heart of soft aluminum
Tears plenty
Perfume enchanting

What happens when these two collide?
Does the Snake win? The Rose maybe?

No one ever wins.
The Snake finds out that its heart isn't so bulletproof
And the Rose finds out that love isn't kind to the sweet

No one ever wins.

Stone steel throne
livin in my bones
take em all out
and i have left to be
no one else but me

I don't feel like anybody knows
the real me
real me
but just take a minute
I'll be quick to finish
all about me

I'm too sweet
I'm not neat
I love rock
but I don't hate pop.
I am hopeless
without someone to see
To see
To see the real me

This is the undiluted truth
This is nothing you have to sleuth out
Rock out
I just wanted to type this out
So someone would know
And I could show
The real me.

If people only knew
What I went through
As a kid...

I had a messed up family
I never had a normal childhood really
Always lonely, single child...

Almost everyone I have ever loved
Has ran from me
Or messed up too badly to be forgiven...

But the past is the past
And there it must stay
For the future cannot come
If the past is in it's place

dear lord,
i don't talk to you often enough,
i know.
are you disappointed in me?
no matter, don't make anyone pay for my mistakes.
though i am lonely,
bless the friends i have
and bless the ones i have yet to make (hopefully).
bless the musicians i listen to
to drive away the loneliness in my heart.
they always makes me feel better.
bless my ex's
mend my heart
and let me find my one in a million.
and finally,
forgive me Lord for what i have done
and for what i have left undone.
i'm not perfect at all.

This is the Prayer of a Teenage Girl.

Was I crazy to think you might be the one?
To dream of the fun we'd have together?

Was I crazy to daydream about you and I?
To fly into the land where daydreams wander?

Was I crazy to believe that this long distance thing could work?
To think that every song related to you and me?

Now that we're over
Tell me this:
Did you really ever love me?
Was I crazy to believe that?

A vine
A wanting, loving vine
is buried deep inside

The way the vine curls
Depends on the day
Sometimes towards the bright disk of eternity
Other times to the enchanting dusk

Once a day
I let it free
The vine wraps a soothing embrace
Around my soul
As my cords vibrate
Forming a sweet vibrato
A solemn alto
A clear soprano
Acapella
To nothing but my own head

Experimenting
Finding my sound
The vine finding its crutch  
Trying to climb its way
To the top
But still unrecognized
And hidden

She says just write a poem
"It's easy to do."
Not true!

Blank page
Empty cage
Open stage.

Knock my head upon a wall,
To find anything at all
To write
Such a fight!

Should I seek war
With the air corps,
Or dance
With a lance?

Need it be love
Or death's mourning dove?

Shall it have fury,
Or shall it scurry
Like a mouse
Without a house?

All these I think,
But never ink,
Just not right,
None a delight.

But then...

Hold on a sec!
I'm not a complete wreck!
Here it comes to save my neck!

Victory is mine...
Isn't it fine?

Embers of wars yet to come,
Burn on yonder's path
Unknowingly paving the way
For someone unraveling,
Nearly undone.

Embers of wars yet to come
Burn beside a gentle stream
Whom knoweth none,
But still stand shielded,
Ready.

Embers,
Grass,
Water,
Flame.

A battle just the same

Peace
War

Nevermore
Let us forever abstain!

Sun
Stars
You're too far
For me to give you the kiss
That I miss
When I've got your heart
But we're miles apart
What can I do
If I can't have you?

Music speaks to me
Heals me,
Lets me forget my situation

When no one else comes
Music is there
To give me hugs and cry with me

When I have something to celebrate
it's right there
Humming the song of victory

When there's something I need to release
It screams with me
Giving it to them

Music lets me say everything
Without saying a word.

I am torn
Between 2 cities, 2 states
My friends, new friends
Known area, new one
New school, old one
What am I to do?

There is a delicate pastel pink rose
Beneath layers and layers of steel vaults
Inside of me
That rose is worth more to the right person
Than all the earth's jewels
Harm of the rose is deadly to my mind
And sanity
While caressing is highly encouraged
Most don't see the rose,
but a few have the power,
and they should use it wisely.

When it's dark outside
And winter is upon us with full force,
I keep faith,
Faith that spring shall brighten our days once again.
Some days my faith quivers
Like a delicate leaf in a brisk wind
But I stand strong.
So no matter what,
Always keep 2 things with you,
Hope that something good will happen
And faith that you'll make the right choice either way the pendulum swings.

He is a country boy,
I city gal.
I like pop and country,
He think that metal is the best.
He's a thousand miles away,
but he seems so much closer.
We make each other happy.
He's shy and nerdy,
I outgoing and reserved and nerdy.
I'm not beautiful,
But he still tells me I am.
He's handsome,
But he won't believe me.
He's a little older,
I a wee bit younger.
He's so strong and sturdy and ***** and trustworthy
I so broken
He's like the glue of my broken ceramic heart.

And yet despite all these differences,
He and I fit so well together
like puzzle pieces,
meant to be.

I know this is probably for nothing
But let fears be known to all
I'm afraid I love too deep,
Am clingy,
Am annoying,
That you'll come to hate me.
I'm afraid that you are lying to me
About your identity and values.
I'm scared that we shalt never meet
And all will be in vain.
I fear that I have shared too much,
Or not enough?
I'm afraid that I've asked the wrong questions
That, in the end, you'll get bored
I am uncertain, so uncertain
I hope I'm not right, that these things aren't true
I really hope so

In the philosophy
Of modern day
We must figure out what is important
Substantial
In this flimsy world
When there are so many feelings
So many religions
So many products
Simplicity is no more
Complex now is our world
More so than our ancestors would believe
Technology is rapidly growing
At a rate no one expected
I hope man can keep up
And keep our philosophies in check

Against my chest
Beats my heart
And blood
It flows
From my head
To my toes
With such mastery
It drums to the beat
Of the rain on this little street
I don't have much to do
But listen to my heart beat, beat, beat
On the cold street
On this slow, rainy day

So today (Dec. 22) I was at a rest stop on my way home from my family's small town near Waco, Texas. We stopped to refresh ourselves, but I stayed in the car with my mom. As I sat there chatting with her about the reunion we just attended, I heard a little country band playing some really tacky country music. I saw 2 female back-up singers, a guy on drums, and the leading man with a guitar. I felt something towards those microphones. Maybe it was because the group was just that bad and I thought I could do better or maybe it was my frustration with my family, thinking that singing could fix it. I don't really know what it was. I just felt the urge to get out, take the microphone from the leader, and belt out a Christmas classic like Silent Night. I can sing pretty well, but I still didn't do it in the end. Too embarrassing, especially in front of all those strangers.

Love,
It is part sweet, part sour.
It may only last an a hour,
But that could be the best hour
U ever spent
With no intent
Of falling deep into the delightful pit of love

Please keep an open heart and soul,
But most importantly wide eyes
'Cause love comes
When you least expect it.

Dear Mr. Tomorrow,
Keep in mind that I will never forget
Mr. Yesterday.
And Mr. Today, if he so exists.
But I will cherish you as long
As we both shall live
And after as well.
Sincerely,
Your Future Love, Elizabeth

I thought I was over you until...

I heard you answer your phone
Speaking perfect Spanish
clear and crisp
it was beautiful.

I saw your eyes up close for the first time.
Darkest and most decadent chocolate
I have ever seen

I saw a sign for a comic book shop
close to your home
You love comics,
DC comics.

All of these reminded
me so much of you
Every time I see these
I feel a proverbial punch in the gut
and a tear in the darkest corner of my eyes.
And I thought I was over you...

A random times in the day
The light in my head blinks on
Emitting glorious ideas
Of lyrics and melodies in my head
Some I recognize
Others I do not
They go away faster than they came
Like a stallion in a horse race
Too quick to write down or even sing
So the thoughts go to waste
Until I'm in another place
Where you cannot be received
O' how you torment me so?

Blue
Innocence concentrated
Green
Foliage of the hills of forever
Golden
Precious, beautiful
Brown
Divine and thick chocolate
Hazel
All in one

I dare you, next time you go anywhere,
stare into someone's eyes
See what is behind their exterior
Whether it's love, fear, hatred, anxiety
You never know what you might find.

Relatives expired
Mind overtired
Body worn
Heart torn
School
Feeling minuscule
Lack of art
No sweetheart
To hear my cries
No good guys in disguise
Homework
Overwork
Hormones
No gemstones

Even though,
all this I show.
I know I'll get through
wipe off the residue
and be anew.

Thank you.

Why did you like me?
Why did you break up with me?
Why did you change from
Thoughtful and kind
To explicit and cruel?
What happened?
Did it hurt at all when you cut the cord?
Did you not understand
That I really liked you?
You, Jack, will never answer these questions,
But I just wanted to say
Why?

Why do I write?
I write, I guess,
to express everything I can't say.
All those thoughts
that run through my head on a common day
have to go somewhere,
right?

Long ago
How I loved you so
You tore me apart
When you let me go

I was broken
My heart
Oh, it was so broken

Eventually it healed
Although it took
A month
My scar twined together

Now I feel myself
Falling out of this galaxy
Out of common sense and into you

I can't help being endeared to you
Knowing your dreams of flight
Seeing you red nerd glasses
Adorable
Longish black hair
Amazing
Smart
Awesome
Creator of all that is holy, help me.

I need to stop
Because you are no good
You have moved on
I must as well

Lord, grant me the power to resist the strongest of emotions
Because I cannot
I will not
Give in.