Though  narrow the way and strait the gate,
Willingly my all I forsake
And body a sacrifice  to Thee,
Gladly  on the altar make.

You are so beautiful.
Seventeen as fresh as new life.
Even your tears turn into spring rain.
So unlike mine which burn like acid.
All your young days I tried to forearm you
That the softness of a mans words
can cut like razor blades.
When they say goodbye.
That love is a beautiful rose.
That tears the flesh with its thorns.
And that even memories
Can sting like hornets.
You are so young.
And even with all my teachings
you have learned that pain
flows through the heart
Into the bloodstream
and burns Everywhere.
You think this is
of your own invention.
Your sweet young soul
Is so forgiving.
Absolving your young man
Of all of the barbed wounds
he inflicts on your heart
and of all the tears
you shed for him.
I want to hurt him
as he hurts you.
Find the pools of his man tears.
And drain them through his eyes.
But instead I hold you to me.
As you cry on my shoulder
And I say to myself
She is only seventeen
She will learn.

my mother pass away today please keep me in your prayers

Be tolerant
Otherwise your children will be intolerant towards you

I seem okay
I trick myself into feeling okay
But when it's quiet
Or when I actually stop
Talking enough to listen to my mind
I'm not okay
I'm dealing, I'll make it
But I'm not just *okay

She's the smart, popular type
The one that everyone likes
Sadly that includes me
And I know i never had a chance
Cause when I asked "Do you want to hold hands?"
She just laughed and slapped my hand away
Cause she doesn't take me seriously

I say I want to talk to you about my problems
You say sure lets talk, lets get this over and done with
But when all's said and done
You're the one having fun
I'm the one who's in tears
Cause you don't care about my fears
So I guess you don't take me seriously

I went to a doctor,  she said "You're not sick"
I talked to my friends,  they said "Stop being such a ****"
I spoke to my parents,  they said "You're such an arrogant *****"
I asked all my relatives, they said "Just stay where you belong"
I questioned my teachers, they said "We've never gotten along"
I screamed at the mirror "What did I do that was so wrong"?!
Cause no one takes me seriously

I don't know the secret to having poems trend
There are some poems I feel certain that they will trend and they do not
I have read many excellent poems that did not trend, the list seems unending
I still feel that they are worthwhile ,especially when they caused a laugh or a smile or even a  tear when I really need a good cry
If the poems effect me or others I feel they are successful no matter whether they are trending or not
I feel bad for fellow poets if they get discouraged if their poems don't trend, the heart is such a fragile thing to mend, especially if discouragement sets in causing them to question their talents or ability.
My advice would be just write, if it trends great; if not keep writing don't give up
If you are writing to an Audience of one or 500 just get your feelings out you many be surprised by the results someday, you poems may really touch peoples lives that can relate to them.
Whether the poems trend or not Keep Writing!