The angels watching over me
to hold me as I sleep
the father with the Earth in hands
My soul is his to keep
My mother's mother's fairy tales
her daughters blinding trust
When tragedy and misery
convince her that she must

In wooden pews and basement rooms
with bible tightly clutched
I listened to the fairy tales, the fables forming rust
On alter I held out my hands
to catch the chunk of bread
That pastor always said to me
where flesh of the son long dead

Fifteen years of song and dance
Fifteen years of grace
Fifteen years spent listening
their stories gone to waste

But the world grows larger
the questions too
and the faith is quickly lost
replaced by science, philosophy
common sense dethrones the cross

I want so desperately to believe
for your sake more than mine
Eternal life is a dream to me
but I hate to see you cry

My mother's mother passed her faith
by my mother I have failed
She prays for me each day and night
but her worries I can't assail

Oh mother, mother can't you see
this faith is yours not mine
The word of God is not enough
but maybe, give me time.

Angels I have heard on high
in God I place my trust
It's the son, the cross, that I decline
He's your savior, not mine.

As angels lay me down to sleep
I hope one day you'll see
My mother's mother's parables
lend no comfort to me

Oh mother, mother can't you see
it kills me when you pray
for something I cannot give you
and by each passing day
your expectations grind at me
they make it hard to stay
Oh mother, mother I'm begging you
don't push me away

The father watching over us
holds me as I sleep
and comforts me each night as my anxiety will creep
into me heart, I trust in him
but thats all I can give
let it be enough for you
I'm trying, let me live.

When your poem doesn’t work
Or you cliché lines make you look like a dork
Neither your sweet words got her head turn
It seems you were so hot and her tongue got burned

When she didn’t react with what you said
Though for her heart to throb, it was meant
When it wasn’t brought on topic yet
Maybe it was too worthless she forget

When she’s not in the mood to reply back
When it seems you’re talking to someone whose mouth is shut
When simple smileys from her are all you got
When you messaged her a whole lot

Fear not and keep calm
Maybe most of it is all in your mind
Stay cool and try to understand
Be reminded to be as patient as you can

“She’s probably busy
But she even sought time to text a smiley”
Chant that to yourself and be as positive as you can be
Because getting emotional isn’t the key

Take time to ask her what’s wrong
You’ve probably done something without knowing so
If that’s the case, whisper a “Sorry” or sing a song
Make her feel that you’ll never let her go

It’s better to trust then regret
Than doubt then regret
“I love you”, in those words of her, you should always place your bet
Believe in her instead of your weak speculations, that, you shouldn’t forget

It is not found in high school.
It isn't found before.
It isn't part of the life of a kid,
but ****, it sure makes me sore.
How close it seems I am to touch;
how little I take when I take too much,
but my life is not a tragedy.


It won't be found in a locker.
It won't be found in a class.
It isn't part of mere high school things,
but tragedy can kiss my ***.
How innocent that letter I got was;
how painful it was to try because
my life is not a tragedy.


To me it seemed a noble gesture,
I thought I was right when I had guessed her,
nobody had known how much I tried,
not even her, and for that I cried.
How careful I was to not upset;
how hard I'll try to not regret,
but my life is not a tragedy.


If fate decides to toy with me
and bring me down unto my knees
So be it then. I couldn't care less.
I hope you find a use for that nice prom dress.

I'm sitting in my sophomore English class.
Taking notes on grammar
And learning what a metaphors does
Clutching my copy of 'Lord of the Flies."
And wishing the loud boy next to me hadn't spoiled the ending

I still find time for you in my thoughts, though.
you wouldn't have told me that two boys die and then they're saved.
you would have reminded me
That I'm already good at grammar
"hell you correct me all the time!"
And that my metaphors are nice.

You'd shake your head at me whilst chuckling.
About me sitting in the corner
With earphones jammed into my head
So that I don't have to participate.

Even though its the beginning of this year
It sure is blending into the last one

I just hope
That there's a boy
Out there
Somewhere
That doesn't want ***
From his girlfriend
He just wants to
Enjoy her company
And watch as she does
All the little things
That combined to make her