I hear it
Drip
        Drip
               Drip
As it runs
    D
O
   W
N

My finger tips

It
F
    A
          L
                L
                     S

To the hard
Wood floors
And slips
In be tween
The
C r a c k s

And I am
Okay with that

So let the blood
Drip
         Drip
                 Drip
Straight
   D
O
   W
N

The finger tips

"Simply dont"
Says my mother
But she does not grasp
That I am nearly 17

And "dont" is not
In my vocabulary

Sorry

Unfair is the world
Unjust are the poeple
There is not much I can do about it
So let us pout

And cry tears
And write angst filled poetry
About how unfair
And unjust
The world is

Underneath the Poet Tree


Come and rest awhile with me,


And watch the way the word-web weaves


Between the shady story leaves.


The branches of the Poet Tree


Reach from the mountains to the sea.


So come and dream, or come and climb--


Just don't get hit by falling rhymes.

I'm going to throw a party
Reserved for one alone
I don't need my friends anyway
They're cruel down to the bone

I ponder the world
Such a messed up place
Filled with foolish people
With torn up grace

The world is cruel
And stripes you of hope
Your faith and sanity
Clinging on by a thinning piece of rope

But this little boy
Though foolish he may be
His hope stronger than others
For our humanity

He looks at the world
With untainted eyes
Looking at each new day
As a new surprise

His smile is wide and white
His eyes dark and knowing
This boy keeps me sane while
I question why I'm living

I have a crush
On this little boy
He likes to call me
Little girl who's coy

He knows I am shy
But brings me out of my shell
Walls I have built
But they now crumble and fall

At his touch
At his voice
I spill my secrets and doubts
This time by a strong minded choice

So little boy
Who gives me a reason
I'm glad to have you here

If only for a season