I wish it would
well rain harder
I wish that
the sky water would be salty
like my tears.
this way both could slide down my face unidentifiable
I wish the thunder was louder
just to help save me from my thoughts

I love how
well simply how
I'm walking to the beat,
crunching gravel to meet the sound
of my favorite song
even though it's no longer playing
I love that
the rain is blurring my vision
eventhough I couldn't see anyway
I love that with every step
I'm taking a shower
the rain provides me with good cleansing
I'm slowly scrubbing away every
remark, laugh, judge, scar and stain
and as my jeans, blouse, and shoes get wet,
I'm washing away some of this too
hidden deep within the seams

and yet some people wonder
why
why does she like the rain
well
It's not just rain
it's a friend
that I can talk to and actually leave with
a cleansed soul.

He molded me in his hands, rough and scary
Just the way he wanted me to be

He sat for hours at the pottery wheel
What he didn't see was the real me and how I truely feel

He doesn't care about my perfect imperfections
If I'm not the way he wants me, he sees me as infectious

He molds and molds while I blankly stare
I should leave and my feelings I would spare

*the sensation makes me not care

I couldn't think of a name for this poem
just like you can't think of what to say
when you ask if I'm ok
and I respond **no

smokin' 100s "just to get a break"
well what do you do, if you
feel the love is fake?
get up and go, away from the smoke,
can't your eyes see that it's why
you choke?


while you are sleeping,
with your addicted little head,
my hobby became weeping,
while you slept in your bed.
so dont be alarmed if one day i'm gone,
because it was up to you,
you've done it all wrong.

now these cuts aren't on the wrist
but on the ankles, feet, and heart
i wish that we had a softer dancing place
but when you love someone so much
you're willing to get cut and hurt
to dance on thorns in order to be there, with them
and even though it's painful, love is what we live
and honey let me tell you just how much love I can give.

There's something so
t    n    l
    i     g    y
and
beautiful
about him being in a forbade love.
Something that replaces the salt of the sea
with the salt of tears both happy and sad
There's something so
c o m f o r t i n g
and
amazing
about being able to feel
that someone will love you always
no matter the disapproval
*lets view this love in a different way

the brook softly murmurs
Telling secrets to me
I think to myself*
this is how everything should be
*it tells me stories
ones it knows I won't repeat
the creek with its secrets shall
always be told to me

Petals
or*
*parts?
Petals on the flowers I pick,
or parts of my heart that I give you?
Does it matter?
No.
You probably let both wither away
just like the times before.

Watching the swirl of the wash
Watching the
colors
fade
Much like the
happiness
that once flourished

Hearing the
click clack
Of a button in the dryer
That will soon be lost and forgotten
Leaving
An empty hole in some
Old shirt
Much like a hole in my heart

Scrubbing away
A meal once
Enjoyed by me
The taste so
Vivid
Now bland with the
*****
Dish water that it's
Came to be

like teardrops from the sky
or maybe the ones that flow from my left eye.
The development of photographs that don't exist
I don't think I can stand much more of this.*

*rain like teardrops from above
what caused this rain is most likely love.
A love for a child that couldn't be kept
a love so strong; you won't believe how I've wept

His eye
Was so
Creepy

I tried to
Be stealthy
Ah! but the door
It was
creaky

He shouted aloud
As I did the deed
Now he was dead
I could finally
sleep

Nothing against him
Not one grudge
But the vulture eye I
Tell you, he looked like a
creep

The men finally
Come over
Searching my home
But there's something
It's ticking, driving me
mad

Oh Lord!
The guilt I can stand it no more!
Look!
Here, under the floor!
They take me away
But I go knowing that it's
The most fun I've ever
**had

i have a friend
he is a monster, indeed
and I guess his name is Ted
but even more importantly
he doesn't live under my bed
but in my head you see
no one else can hear him
the only person is me
he fills my head with conflict
that mean, old, nasty thing
I really cannot stand him
but it's odd; to him I cling
it really doesn't make sense
this monster in my brain
but I guess he'll always be there
I will have to live with that*
*but I don't even know his name.

I am saddened yet happy.
I hear demons wail,
I see monsters under the bed,
but
I want to rid the monsters in my head.

I am saddened yet happy.
I pretend to smile when things go wrong,
I feel like a kid in a fake, sad song.

I touch the rain, in hopes to see the sky.
I worry about my pain, I don’t want to die.

I cry when people leave, only fond memories in my head.

I am saddened yet happy.
I understand there’s no cure.
I say “go for everything”..
even if you’re not sure.

I dream of a life, something better to do.
I try to fix myself to benefit me and you.
I hope one day it leaves, the sadness that I feel.

I am saddened yet happy
(and that’s just my deal.)

The silent sighs upon the sight of more equations
the not only bright, but wonderful math instructor
indeed
her only rule or regulation
is that she is always our constructor;
building our knowledge up
she challenges your brain with complications
but know that Mrs. Hudnall's class is the best among the nations.

In the Undivided Poetry
these Simple Writings
Are Undefined Sightings

please
what am I to do when I
*want
a salad
but so many
friends and family
want
me to eat a pepperoni roll
and while it's not the healthiest decision for me,
I feel as if the people around me,
won't love me if I don't eat the pepperoni roll
then of course, what is best for me doesn't matter anymore
because even though the salad and its family of veggies
loves me, I
need to feel loved
*even if it is fake by everyone
and by choosing salad I feel guilty
and worst of all unloved..

maybe all of this quietness
can fill my empty heart
that's really something strange
but I can't help it
you know, we all play a part
hopefully this will never change.
Sadness has taken over,
over hearts and faces
we force ourselves to mutter a word
to fill the empty spaces.
You really can't look them in the eye
I say this; now listen
so I've tried
we spend our long, sad, and dreary days simply reminiscin'.

You can't help but look at the spaces
and think
maybe just maybe*
*i could bring smiles to faces.

break my heart and then my spine.
crash your lips upon mine.
take me away, darling so divine.
you cant tell a broken clock to read the time.
beautiful heartbreaker, i love you so.
so much that i close my eyes and still see your ghost.
you break my heart and then my spine, lost: trying to find whats
**mine

I finally found the truth.
I love blue eyes,
because they remind me of
the beautiful sea.

however, the storm-filled
eyes are more like home
and I find passion in them,
deep down where no one else can see.

so, it's when I found
his eyes. a perfect hurricane
filled with energy,
in the ocean's wake.

that is when
i finally saw
how beautiful
a storm at sea could be.