You are smart.
You are nice.
You are friendly.
Don't forget it

I am here for you.
I will not turn on you.
You can trust me.
Always remember that

You are great.
You are wonderful.
You are amazing.
This is true

You don't have to be perfect.
You are already awesome.
You will not always win.
Just keep going

Finally,
I want you to remember,
I am here for you.
*I am your friend

Bouncing
An orange ball
Repeatedly against the floor.

Fake left.
Run right.
Pass.
Reverse.
Shoot.
Miss.
Rebound.
Repeat.

We must all be mad,
For we are doing
The same thing,
Over and over again,
And expecting a different result.

Lose the ball.
Run down the court.
Fast break.
Sprint.
Shot blocked.
Run back.

We run ourselves
Out.
To put a
Big orange ball
In a small white net.
And love every minute of it.

Back on offense.
Call the play.
Set a pick.
Roll to the basket.
Get the ball.
Shoot.
Get a point.

I don't know
What I would do
Without this madness
This again and again
This over and over

It may be mad,
But it makes me happy.

Words are amazing

You can use them,
As weapons
You could **** a man,
And no one would ever know.

You can use them,
To raise the dead.
Give a word of encouragement,
And suddenly someone
More dead than alive,
Becomes more alive than dead.

You can use them,
To inspire
Give someone hope,
And they will go great places

You can use them,
To gain power
Lie, cheat, and steal
You'll rise in the ranks

Words are amazing

"I promise,
We will be friends forever"
"Pinkie promise?"
"Yes"
As it turns out,
Forever lasts around two months

"I promise,
You can trust me"
"Pinkie promise?"
"Yes"
As it turns out,
Trust is a flexible thing

Pinkie promises,
You say,
Are a joke.
They don't matter.

They are still promises,
I think,
And break a little more

You should know:
You are why,
I don't trust
Pinkie promises,
*Anymore

I love you,
For still calling me *****
Even though you are 12
And that is not cool

I love you,
For making me smile,
When I am feeling down,
Even though I never tell you how I am feeling

I love you,
For knowing what I need,
When even our parents,
Haven't got a clue

I love you,
For staying naive,
In this horrible world,
Even though you don't like it

I love you,
For being able to hold your own,
When we are arguing,
Even though you are younger than me

I love you,
For showing the world your quirks,
And being proud the whole time,
Something I could never do

I love you,
For being my little sister,
For being your beautiful self,
For being there for me.

I love you, sis
Happy birthday

This poem
Is for anyone
Who feels as if
Wave after wave
Is crashing down on them.

This poem
Is for anyone
Who lost their
Very best friend
And is in the depths of despair.

This poem
Is for anyone
Who crashed
To the ground
And doesn't know if they can get up again.

This poem
Is for anyone
Who can't breathe
At times
And doesn't know why

This poem
Is for anyone
Who is standing on a cliff
About to fall
With a strong wind at their backs

This poem
Is for anyone
Who wants to write
About real things
But can't force them into words

This poem
Is for anyone

I knew,
If I crossed that ocean,
I would never see you again.

I thought I was okay
I thought that was alright
I was wrong

I couldn't take it,
So I sent you message,
Over great seas,
In a small little bottle.

I thought you would never find it
I thought you were a lost case
I was wrong

You found the message in the bottle.
It crossed great seas to find you.
And when it did,
It caused waves
Even I
Cannot comprehend

My heart pumps
My lungs expand and contract
My veins move blood

I am alive

I am fast
I am strong
I am tall

I am athletic

I am lonely
I am sad
I am struggling

I am depressed

I am proud
I keep going
I never give up

I am strong

I am compassionate
I get panicked
I love to write

I am all of these things,
And many more,
But above all else,

**I am human

I see flowers blooming,
And bees buzzing,
And I think,
Innocence

I watch you run around
Barefoot,
Because you don't like socks,
And I think,
Innocence

I laugh as my dog,
Leaps in the lake,
Without a care in the world,
And I think,
Innocence

I smile at your excitement,
In the little things,
Because at your age,
Everything is exciting,
And I think,
Innocence

I sit and watch the world go by,
And I know
The world has lost it's innocence.
But as I see these little things,
I think,
Innocence

And I know,
Not all has been lost.

Put on your costume,
And throw on your mask.
You've got to fit in.
It's your life's only task.

Don't ever be yourself.
That's far too lame.
You're simply too strange.
Let's all be the same.

Cut slits in your arms,
And starve yourself thin.
No matter the cost,
You have to fit in.

No one cares about you.
Who cares about joy?
Just make sure you're pretty,
To get the right boy.

Listen to their taunts,
And correct your mistakes.
Pretend you are smiling,
Ignore the "small" aches.

And when you are done,
Just go find a rope.
For we live in a world,
Where no one can cope.

Put on your costume,
And throw on your mask.
You've got to fit in.
It's your life's only task.

Don't be yourself.
That's ever too lame.
You're far too unique.
Let's all be the same.

You know that you are growing up
When you realize that

"Be strong"
Really means,
"Don't bother me with your problems"

"It will be okay"
Really means,
"It will never be okay, but just tell yourself otherwise"

"I'm sure no one noticed"
Really means,
"Everyone noticed, but was too nice to mention it"

And that
"No one likes you"
Really means,
"Just leave us alone, nerd"

"You are so stupid"
Really means,
"You will never fit in"

And finally,
"Why are you even here?"
Really means,
"Just go **** yourself already."

We*
                                                            ­                                                          once
  ­                                                                 ­                                                 walked
         ­                                                                 ­                                             the
                                                                                                                     same
                                                            ­                                                          path;
 ­                                                                 ­                                                   *then
                                                          ­                                                          while­   I
                                                             ­                                                        you         began      
                                                                ­                                                     kept              to
                                        ­                                                                 ­           going                 turn
                                                          ­                                                         straight                    and
                             ­                                                                 ­                    you                                 left
                                                          ­                                                   were                                 but
                                                           ­                                         already               ­                 when
                                         ­                                                     long      ­                                 I tried
                                                          ­                              long                             ­            to come
                                                           ­                      gone                                         back

                                                       **And I'm afraid that we will never walk the same path again

There once was a little thatch cottage,
With little happy children,
A little green garden,
And a perfect little family.

Then the little children's father
Got cancer and died.
And the perfect little family
In the little thatch cottage,
Was not so perfect anymore.

The little children grew up,
And soon moved away.
And the little children's mother,
Now a little old lady,
Was a little more lonely.

The little old lady
Then passed away,
In the little thatch cottage.
No one lived there again.

The little thatch cottage,
Got surrounded by the forest,
Then was struck by lightening,
And burned to the ground.

The little thatch cottage,
Is now no more.
Nature has taken it.
And it will never be returned.

I am the one who
Watches life fly by
Through tinted glass windows,
And wishes she could join in.

Through tinted glass windows,
You can see all,
But none can see in.

Through tinted glass windows,
You can scream till your voice breaks,
But none will ever hear.

Through tinted glass windows,
You can learn to play the games,
But never actually join in.

Through tinted glass windows,
You can fall in love,
But none will ever fall for you.

I used to love my
Tinted glass silence,
Tinted glass safety,
Tinted glass simplicity,

But now all I see is,
Tinted glass loneliness
Tinted glass sadness
Tinted glass boredom

This is what it is like
To watch life fly by
Through tinted glass windows,
While wishing you could join in.

You and the leaves
Have many things in common.

You, like the leaves,
Were the oxygen in my world.

You, like the leaves,
Were once an innocent green.

You, like the leaves,
Turned vibrant colors as you died.

You, like the leaves,
Let go of the tree.

You, like the leaves,
Left me forever in the fall.

You and the leaves
Have many things in common.

The world is a dark
And dangerous place.
And it sometimes feels,
Like there is no escape.

You need a reason to smile,
Or put a grin on another's face.
So I challenge you,
To write a happy poem.

About your very best friend,
How life is worth living.
About hope and morning light,
Whatever makes you smile.

You need a reason to smile,
Or put a grin on another's face.
So I challenge you,
To write a happy poem,
Today.

Is it bad,
That I no longer
Play my favorite games,
Simply so I don't have to see the word
FAIL
One more time?

While it may be,
That you take
One step forward,
Then two steps back,
At least you're moving,
Right?

A girl sits crying
In the bathroom corner.
Just use another bathroom,
Just leave her alone
She will be fine
The next day,
The girl is not crying.

And people move on.

A boy comes in,
His face black and blue.
Just look away,
Just don't ask questions
He will be fine
Two weeks ahead,
The bruises are gone.

And people move on.

A child's screams,
Heard across the street.
Just lock the door,
Just close the blinds
They will be fine
The child is murdered,
They'll never recover.

And still,
*People move on

I was feeling so trapped;
I wanted to die.
I locked all the doors,
Thought, "why even try?"

Yet soon I want out.
But I can't find the key.
So I break through the window,
I've escaped now you see?

You should always be cautious,
For you are all stars,
And I'm a black hole.

You probably won't see me,
I blend in quite well.
In fact,
The only way to see me
Is the absence of light.

Always use caution,
Don't get too close,
I'll **** you right up,
And you'll
                    never
                            see
                                 light
                                      again.

You won't see me coming.
I fly off the radar.
But always use caution,
For I'm a black hole.

Make sure to keep your distance,
And I'll try to do the same.

When you found me there crying,
You said, "What can I do?
I said, "Weave me a rope,
Something to hold onto."

"Use a few strands of hope,
And a couple of joy.
A bundle of friendship,
And one strand of peace."

Yes,
Please weave me a rope,
And if it stays strong,
I can fall from the cliff,
But I will forever know;
*I will never fall.

Blue can be happy,
Like blue party balloons

Blue can be sad,
Like a tear down your cheek

Blue can be angry,
Like a stormy dark ocean

Blue can be frightening,
Like your piercing bright eyes

Blue can be hopeful,
Like a new day's blue sky

Blue can be timid,
Like baby blue walls

Blue can be mysterious,
Like the ocean's far depths

Blue is a bipolar color.

"Are you okay?"

My breath quickens,
And my heart races
What can I do?
What should I say?

My mind runs in circles,
And my hands begin to shake.
Why is he asking?
Does he actually care?

My posture starts to shift,
And my eyes begin to dart.
How should I act?
Why did you ask?

Inside I start to scream,
I don't know,
I don't know,
I don't know!

Outside I calmly state,
"Yeah, I'm fine."

If I told you that,
I can hold my breath for
Two and a half minutes,
You may ask,
"Why hold your breath when,
You live in a world filled with oxygen?"

I will always reply,
"It is so,
When life starts to drag me,
Beneath those waves,
I will survive
**That much longer."

They say crying releases toxins
From your brain.
That's what makes you feel better.
Well, as a walking poison,
I must need to keep those toxins.
Maybe if I hold them in,
My poison won't spread.

Or maybe,
My poison is a bomb.
Collecting those toxins,
Until
     It
         Explodes

And kills those closest to me.

So maybe the only way to save them,
Is to leave them.
But what if that kills me?
And then I explode.
My poison killing them then?

I guess my poison is uncontrollable,
Uncontainable.
But I suppose I'll keep trying anyway.

I knew it would never work out.
When I first said hi,
The weather man inside my head warned,
"There's a storm a'brewing, be careful."
I ignored him.

A few weeks later, we became friends.
The weather man was back,
More urgent this time
"The storm is  coming in fast,
Best to take cover,
Or your chance will be past."
I fired that weather man.

A new weather man now,
He gives me a warning:
"The storm's overhead,
Take cover, now listen!"

I count the time between
Loud rolls of thunder,
And sharp streaks of lightning.
I have plenty of time, I think.
Just a bit longer.

The weather man soon calls,
"Your time is now past,
I wish you had listened!"

The rain begins to pour,
The lightening overhead.
I cower in a corner,
Why didn't I listen?

I look up to see,
Some lightning strikes ground.
It illuminates you,
Waving goodbye.

I knew it would never work,
I had all the warnings.
Oh, and I wonder,
Why didn't I listen?

Now the weather man's gone,
And so are you.
Today I still wonder,
Why didn't I listen?

Straight A's
Tall and lovely
Big bright smiles

She is a poster child
Happy as can be

Always polite
Never interrupts
Answers sweet and quiet

She is a poster child
Never in the way

Very mature
Speaks quite eloquently
Sharp as a tack

She is a poster child
Gives it her all

Cries herself to sleep
Works far too hard
Never eats, to keep her figure

She isn't a poster child
But hides it all away

So nervous she can't breathe
Pushed far past her limits
Just wants to escape

She isn't a poster child
But doesn't let it show

She is done with the world
She'll never be perfect
She can't do it anymore

She is a monster child
She let her true colors show

I don't want,
To fight my way to the top.
To get pushed and shoved,
Hoping I may stand at the top,
For all the world to see.
I don't want that moment of pride,
For it is only a moment,
Before you get pulled off
By someone stronger.
The cost of that pride and joy,
Is to either fall to the bottom,
And lie there,
To battered and bruised to move,
To climb back up,
Or to fall to the bottom,
And begin the climb again,
And get the same result.

I want to walk away from the struggle,
And keep my peace of mind.
I'll walk till I find,
The tallest tree alive.
I'll climb to the top,
With the greatest of ease,
No struggle you see?

And as I sit on my perch,
I'll look back where I left,
See the struggle and mess,
And laugh when I see,
I sit above them all now,
And as they bicker and fight,
I am content,
For now,
I am on top of the world.

If you ask a scientist,
A human is a machine,
Life is a category,
And emotions are chemicals.

If a human is a machine,
Why can they hurt?
If emotions are chemicals,
They must be acid.
I think I'm in the wrong category.
Life can't hurt this bad.
No one would survive.

If I'm a machine,
I must have a rusty part.
Or two.
Or three.
Or many.
Or all.

If emotions are chemicals,
Mine must be ionized.
Unbalanced.
Unstable.
Unsure.

If you ask a scientist,
A human is a machine,
Life is a category,
And emotions are chemicals.

I'm not a scientist.

I remember,
The day we first met,
Just like it was yesterday.
We began talking,
Then you said,
"I only like to talk,
To people who are
Somewhat intelligent."

And I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand

Because around you,
I can barely put two words together,
Let alone forms words and sentences
That are
"Somewhat intelligent."

So I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand

Yet you keep on talking,
You are witty and nice.
You make make me feel happy.
I start to smile and even laugh

But I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand

I begin to relax,
I tell a dumb joke,
It wasn't funny but you laugh anyway.
I listen to you talk.
Just keep on talking.
Just keep on talking.

Still I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand

But please keep on talking.
I don't understand.
But please keep on talking.

The only thing worse
Than giving up in the night
Because you can't stand it anymore,
Is giving up
As you watch the sun rise,
Because all you can think is:
*There's another night coming

If you're in a store,
What would you buy?
A rock with rough texture,
And sharp jagged edges,
Or a beautiful stone,
Smoothed in a grinder,
Polished to perfection to have a nice finish?

Most would choose the second.
Same for you I assume.
This holds true for us humans.
You know I am right.
Society is the customer,
And life is the grinder.
And that nice polished finish?
That's words, you do know.
Sweet, honeyed words,
And usually lies,
Are what give you that beautiful finish, you'll find.

When we are young,
We have sharp jagged edges.
None are the same.
We're all very different.
So they run you through life.
That'll smooth you right out.
You'll learn to use words,
So society will buy.

The road of life is not straight,
And it does more than
Simply turn out of sight.
It winds and it bends,
And it twists out of sight.
It climbs great high mountains,
And creeps through dark forests.
It disappears underground at times,
So you can't even see,
Your hand in front of your face,
Let alone the next trick life life throws at you.
It crosses huge plains,
And trudges through oceans.
Sometimes it rains,
or even pours,
And yet just as often,
The sun shines so bright and hot,
That you can barely breathe,
Or even just see.
Life gives you options,
Forks in the road,
You don't know where you're going,
But you go all the same.
You wish for a road map,
But none ever came.
So you just keep on marching,
And we'll do the same.

Yes, we'll all just keep on marching,
On this road we call life.

Push harder!
Do better!
Study more!
You're supposed to be smart!
I'm trying...

You're so dumb!
This is simple!
You'll never understand!
Why are you even here?
I don't know...

Work harder!
Put some effort forth!
Why can't you do this?
I thought you were trying!
I just can't anymore...

You're gonna fail!
You'll never make it!
Why don't you just leave?
You're too stupid for this!
I know...

No one likes you just leave!!!!
*Fine

I believe that,
Human wisdom
Can be summed up in one phrase:
"Full moon"
You can never see the moon "in full,"
Only half of it.
It's like,
When someone says,
"You have my full trust and devotion."
But that's only true,
Until someone better than you
Comes along to,
Give their "full" trust and devotion to.
And anyway,
The moon is never "full"
Very long either.

I am sand.

People say rocks are,
Solid
Dependable
Unchangeable
Tell sand that.
Worn away.
Hour after hour,
Day after day.

People say rocks are,
Rigid
Firm
Strong
Tell sand that.
Crushed slowly.
Wave after wave,
Footstep after footstep.

People say rocks are,
Steadfast
Reliable
Unfailing
Tell sand that.
Drowning always,
In water and weight.
Me, I'm just drowning.
In love and lies.
In fear and anger.
In dumb human emotion.

I am sand.

What is a question,
That elicits a thousand answers?
That is more complex than,
The story of the universe?
More confusing than,
The mystery of religion?
Yet a question that,
Is asked all the time?

The question is:
"How are you?"

Everyone always says,
"Think outside the box."
But you built the box for a reason.
To keep what needs to stay inside,
Inside,
And what needs to stay outside,
Outside

When people so much as,
Take a board off their box,
And let what should stay inside,
Outside,
And what should stay outside,
Inside,
They talk about feelings,
And they speak the truth.
They are ridiculed,
And laughed at,
And hurt,
Again,
And again,
And again.

Until they build a better box,
To keep what should stay inside,
Inside,
And what should stay outside,
Outside

So how can you think outside the box,
When you know,
That the world will always just,
Force you to build a better box?

Isn't odd how,
Someone can break your heart,
But only lose your trust?
As if,
If you search long and hard enough,
You might find your trust,
Which a careless person misplaced,
But never fix your heart,
Which a careless person dropped.