It hits me so hard
Like someone hit
me with a bat
Right in the pit
of the stomach This
feeling inside is so
hard to see, Like a
stranger in the dark
park.  I feel like
I need to just be left
alone or just flee but
the other me wants
someone to care. Its
like the real me
checked out I don't
know what this
replacement of me
is all about. Shes new
She doesn't know
whats going on.
Shes got all wrong. I'm
frightened, scared to
death. This is all so
foreign. The rain is
a pour in. My head hurts.
It's all goin away.
Only to come back
some other way
on another day

Thoughts, that's all I have
That's all I am
They move through my
brain like a car on a freeway
Sometimes I just want
to set up a construction
sign Block out the traffic.
My mind jumps like a
grasshopper from one
subject to the next. My
thoughts are scattered
like lake effect snow
falling from the sky.
Why do I Keep writing
them down? It's not like
the thoughts are
attached and make for
a beautiful thoughtful
poem. I keep trying to
convey my thoughts into
something brought
together with beautiful
imagery or with deeper
meaning. That's what
consumes me. I must perfect
my poetry. Make something
out of nothing. Attention
is not what I seek I just
want you to take a peek.
This is who I am. Making
a masterpiece with words is
what I feel I need to succeed .
Making something worthwhile
and not fade away like
another boring meaningless
day. Catching dust like some
old textbook no one cares about
anymore. Here I am breaking
the dam and here now the
thoughts they are flooding,
flooding drowning me. Drowning
deep deep down within the
blue sea? Like that hasn't been
done before. For obviously
this creative way to put my
thoughts together has become
such a big chore. For if you only
knew for these thoughts
are so hard to ignore

I feel so alone and helpless at times
Where others see painted nails, tans,
dyed hair I see people and stories. Where
others see laziness and unwilling to do work
It's there fault! They bring it upon themselves!
I can see the sadness, and despair in the words
written on the signs. The heartbreak, the hope
that someone will notice and reach out to them.
Where most people say "its just part of growing up,
It makes them tougher, aw the other kid just has
low self esteem. Just ignore it!" I see a kid being
pushed, pushed around until they can't take it
anymore. Where feeling so low, that not existing is
their answer. Or fighting Self esteem issues, hurting
themselves, never feeling good enough takes over
their lives. Where Other people see another typical  
news story of violence guns and knives. "Let them ****
each other! There stupid animals anyways! Were better
off without them! They don't even try to better themselves!
Its the ghetto who cares!" I see a town failing, a place that
wasn't given the tools to succeed. Teach their children, and
children's children. We just keep making up excuses. Instead
of helping, we put the blame on them.  I try to feel their pain,
walk in there shoes as they say, but I can't. I want to better
understand people. I want to help people not judge. I can never
imagine a world so tough and hard to get ahead.For so many
people just turn the other cheek and don't bat an eye Simply
could care less. Its sad world were all living in. IF only,
IF only my words. Were more,more than lines. Were helping hands.
That could reach out and spread love.Give hope, and dreams to
people hurting inside. I am pouring my heart and soul into these
words. I wish that I had the artistic ability to put magic in these
words. I want them to cure the world of hard ache. To become umbrellas
to keep the drops from falling. To build walls for the homeless. To
give strength to the child who struggles everyday to fit in. I want the
words to be tools. Not just words.My words have no deep
meaning, They are merely wishes. Dreams.  I feel I have failed as a human
because I cannot do more.  We must take hour heads out of our phones,
Put them in the clouds look at the sky. AND PAY ATTENTION.
There is so much more to this world then *** ttyl. More than a status
messages and tweets
But now I just feel so beat
We are in this together.
We must work together.
If we want this world to last
forever.

Will never forget the days spent
Even though they seem so long ago
and ever so distant. The photos in my
head are slowly fading. dispersing
wilting away. Someday my memory
seems to draw a blank and I can't remember
those last words spoken. Wish to go back
to happier times. The times you held me,
held my tiny pint-sized hand. Put my hair
in pigtails. Drew me pictures. You weren't
just a sister to me. You were like a third parent.
You cared so much about everyone around you
You didn't deserve such a hard life. I see your
beauty and your caring eyes every time I look
into the eyes of your daughters and son. And
I know for a fact you would be ever so proud
To know those are your children, growing up
into strong, independent people. My only hope
is that these memories that seem to be wiping clean
from my head will stay and not slowly fade away
I never want to forget these wonderful times spent,
with such a beautiful, caring, sister as you.

Anger swirls in the depths of the ocean
It grows, swims like a shark after it
sees the blood of a small immature fish
Chasing it furiously even though its
tough, unbreakable, and stronger than
it. Chokes and swallows down the very
last piece. gulp!. Licking its lips in  satisfaction

We must make things right
The Human misery has caused great pain and suffering
A darkness to grow and evil power to take over our world
The human race has lost sight
Must regain through the power of love
Not of just one person
The people of the whole
Love must grow and thrive
We must hang onto it and pass it around like a joint
This must be the year of a new era a revolution

***** facebook, cell phones, and twitter
It all just makes for a society so bitter
The face on the tv screen
Isn't just another sad teen
Its someones child, brother, sister, best friend
There is all too much violence
And way too much silence
Speak up!!
Don't let the words be unsaid


If we don't regain this sight
Technology has blinded from us
We all sit around not participating in this fight
Win the war against evil
Not with guns
And knives mind you
Then I'm afraid my friend..
I fear that everything will come to an end