Growing up
we always ask ourselves
will I be rich
will I be wanted
will I be loved
will I be pretty
will I be pretty
and our mothers will say to us,
Darling, you are beautiful.
but the mirrors will gawk at us.
I want to be pretty
I want to be pretty
Darling, you are beautiful.
but the slits on our wrists
tell us otherwise, Mother.
The girls at school with their
bouncy blonde ponytails
they are so pretty
they are so pretty
and we will sulk in our rooms
with razors so sharp,
pleading to Mother,
I want to be *pretty

Every responsibility
is an opportunity to prove
that you are
exceptional.
Take every assignment
as a chance to prove
to the whole world
that you are
one of a kind.
You were born you,
you were born to be you
and you are here to be the best you
that you can be.

"You are
my shining star,
and I hope that you never fade out of
my life.
All my love, "

I love you, you said.
don't leave me, you said.
forever, you said.
then tossed me aside
like nothing.
I need you, I plead.
Take care of me, I plead.
I love you, I plead.
nothing.

A man, over fifty
years wiser than I,
reaches for a hand
that is no longer there.
He is frozen over
with the chilled air of loneliness,
urging for a love
that has not graced his soul
in many years past.
Memories of her
scattered among the
cracked floorboards.
The house's familiar creeks
are no longer sounds of
home
but the uncertain ticking of
his time, running out.

We are all playing the same game
we're just on different levels

We are all dealing with the same hell
we're just fighting different devils

We are all battling with the same wounds
we just have different scars

We are all lost in this mixed up world
but we are all wishing on the exact.  same.   stars.

The ground stutters,
it cracks
leaving me shuttered,
shaken, lost and
trapped.
My grasp
is sturdy, no more
The ground leaves me with
nothing to save me
I'm falling
faster than I ever could have
imagined, I'm falling
more striking than a bolt
of lightening
I'm falling
head over heels, I speed
down into the cracks of
the Earth, deep down
into the core,
the burning sensation of
molten lava,
I'm falling, into this
burning cavern
of liquid hell
Untamed and unstoppable
I've fallen.

Feeling rather lonely today
Maybe it's too late
to say
How often you are on my mind
Maybe it's too late
to try
There's so much that I want to say
Maybe it's too late
today
I'll love you forever, I will
Maybe it's too late
to tell
You could say you love me too
Maybe it's too late
for you

I've never been shy
around you before
But today
oh, so suddenly
My knees have grown weak.
I cannot steady my
breathing pattern,
nor my trembling lips.
Unable to speak,
I can only mumble.
Hysteric words explode
in my mind, but
all I can say is
Hi.

all angels
have demons
demons that breed
that feed
on angelic hues
every angle wing
feather by feather
plucked by demons
temptation is
unavoidable
the sultry taste of
evil
is tempting to all
seductive, even
and that is why
all angels
give way
to their
demons

I fell in love with you the night we said goodbye
You left me breathless and shattered in your white t-shirt
The rain still echoes on my shoulders, on your shoulders
I hear the alarm going off at 4am
I hear you crawling out of bed, packing
I hear the fog rising at dusk
I hear the car tires on the crumbled pavement
I hear your last whisper
I hear silence.
Silence for months, darkness
for months
Distance
Depression
Love

Being alone is not the same
as being lonely
Being alone is beautiful
You need to know how to be
alone
before you can depend on
another
Being alone can be lonely
only if that's how you choose to spend your time
alone
Learn to love yourself and learn to love
alone
Before you find yourself
alone
in a city full of
lonely people.

Plant your own garden
Decorate your own soul
Stop waiting for someone else

to bring you flowers.

There are so many places to go
so many places to visit
to see
to explore
There are so many people to meet
so many friends to make
to love
to leave
There are so many boys to kiss
so many men to date
to ****
to hate
There is just so much to do
and I have no idea where to start

There are only two types of people in the world

Thems that do

Thems that don't

I can see them watching me
Their ****** eyes
drenched in degrading thoughts
Their horrible lips
thirsty for my body
I can hear their minds ******* me
their fantasies playing out like
gory horror films
They develop provocative expectations of
promiscuity
just because I'm pretty.
I don't like being gawked at
Stop that
No
Don't touch me
Don't
But they can't hear me.
Their minds have already bared my body and ***** my innocence.
All before I've even crossed the street.

Do you ever just


sit there?


Sometimes, I like to sit down in a place that I have never sat before
and look at the things that I see every day.
I see them in a new way.

The same old chair, same old desk, and same old shoes.
But from over here
                                               or over here
                                                            ­                                or over here.
I can stare at the bed I wake up in every morning
from over here
                                              or over here
                                                            ­                                or over here
and see something brand new.
I can stare out my window at the same **** trees
and see something brand new.
from over here
                                              or over here
                                                            ­                                or over here.

So why don't you ever just


sit there?

You'll know it's begun
when the spring butterflies
are suddenly flooding
your stomach.
You'll know it's honest
when his touch is an escape
a safe haven
and a home.
You'll know it's over
because you will be more in love
with the memories
than the boy.
But you'll know it was real
because you'll remember his soul
in the reflection
of your eyes.

I caught myself
dreaming
of a world that doesn't
exist.
I caught myself
wandering
aimlessly through the
abyss.
I found myself
lost
in a city full of
empty people.
I found myself
alone
in a world full of
pretty
people.
lonely
people.
sinful
people.

Two smiles
Twice Daily
Infinite Refills

We awaited his late arrival
The bell had sounded minutes ago
We ignored and appreciated the lack of instruction
Warford came in casually, handing out blank sheets of paper
He sat down and leaned back in his mighty chair
The board behind his closed eyes and crossed arms read,
"The Assignment"
Some kids wrote "The Assignment" on the top of the page and left the rest blank.
Some kids made up their own "Assignment" and handed it in.
Some kids left the entire page bare.
I drew a dinosaur.

The wind outside is angry and frigid
It's picking up by the hour
The sky is dark and the ground is leaf-scattered
Autumn has broken through, gusting our hands in the air, waving goodbye to August.
I've packed up all my sundresses, now.
I found a five dollar bill in my winter-coat pocket
My nose is turning pink and my lips have cracked
It's dry this year.
The fog is sinking into the night and the streetlights catch it perfectly.
The greeting is more bitter than sweet, the goodbye is even more so.
The kids wobble to school each day with their eyes heavy and their shoulders unbalanced with books.
It's started to rain.

Where are you now
Where were you yesterday and last Tuesday
Where will you be tomorrow and          who
will you spend tonight with?
Is she pretty?
Where is your mind
Where did you drop the memories and       why
did you leave them there?
Are they ugly?
Where are you now
Where were you on October 19th
Where will you be on May 18th
Where have you gone
and why
aren't you coming back.

Write a poem
for Monday
no more than 15 words
It doesn't have to rhyme

I honestly believe
that I would be
a much better person if i were
c o n s t a n t l y
slightly drunk.
Because alcohol
is honesty,
really.
I would rather be semi-unconscious
and honest
than ignorant and sober.
Sobriety is holding back
stifling our opinions with politeness
Politically-correctness
Anguish.

My grandmother always says that
boredom is for boring people
So next time you spit
"I'm bored"
think about who you are.

Sometimes
we don't express our feelings, not because
we are afraid,
simply because we just
can't.

Sometimes
the words that envelope our minds and tear holes in our hearts
simply don't exist in the
real world.

Sometimes
the vocabulump that is crawling up your throat and gagging you is
simply a cloud of air that means
nothing.

Sometimes
we just can't.

high off their heels
their pills
their *******

collapsed in his arms
his gifts
his lies

lost in the parking lot
the shopping mall
the mortgage

Envious
    ******.

What fake, plastic, pathetic
    ******.
Alone and lost     caged
            within their aliases
Their urged embraces turn to
meaningless     ***; a false sense of security

Rich, spoiled, tragic
    ******.                    
Their egos towering, fiery and hot
hiding from rejection
guarding their sincerity
it’s disgraceful

Rest, you sad
    ******.
Embrace reality

Are you afraid?

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder
I say that’s *******
Distance makes the heart suffer
Distance took my heart and plucked its petals
one
by
one

It holds me tight
Too tight, until my breath gets short and my legs go numb
Distance built a nest in my mind out of fragmented memories
I will never let go of
Memories that are now so distant I can no longer cherish their brilliance
or remember their fragrance

This distance is a cry that cannot be silenced
It is the side of the bed where you should be lying
It is the dial tone when you hang up the phone
It is the dreaded groan of waking up alone
Distance is disappointment
The hollow echo of loneliness
My vacant arms
Distance is sorrow

We have no choice but to be bold

Distance is the strength found where hope was lost
Distance decorates the wings of the butterflies that
f l u t t e r
in my stomach when the distance disappears
As the miles between us fall apart, distance falls quiet
A moment of reunion
A moment outside of time
Building bravery in our cores
Steadying us for battle once more
Mounting our horses, drawing our swords
We are bold.

Distance keeps our memories close to home
It is the struggle that taught us how to be brave when we are alone
Distance is the challenge
To determine how much we can handle
Distance pushes our love to its limit
Distance is brilliance in the tragedy of our goodbyes

Sometimes, I want to die.

Not because I am unhappy

or lonely

or tired or scared

Just to see if I’d get the chance to do it all over.

If we would get the chance to rethink every thought

to take back a kiss or a silence or a ****** essay we wrote the night before it was due

a do-over

But if we knew that we would

what would we live for?