many a battle i have fought
many a times i have triumphed
many a times i have failed
now i need to rest a little
where can i go to find solace
who will welcome me with open arms
who will give me room to lay down my head
is there anyone out there
in my mind i return to my childhood
oh what a wonderful time it was
so carefree and so innocent
but there were also the lonely moments
there were the sad moments too
but i remember more the happy times
i cherish them all
yes i will return to my childhood
for some solace and peace
yes that is where i will go
there is always room there for me
bur alas!, i can't find it
i can't find my childhood
oh, where can it be
i need to find it
i need to find it now
can you help me?

sand drawing
gone almost as quickly
as he is

People have said I used to be embarrassing
Little me way different from me now, Emery
She couldn’t dance, couldn’t sing
But that little girl is still inside of me

And you said that she wasn’t smart
For walking into the trap of a *******
And when you all ignored her and her broken heart
Only she was there to stay a while

So when you insult her, you insult me
Even though she was a little embarrassing
I’ll show her the whole brilliance of the world to see
Because I love her more than anything

I died in my sleep last night,
It happens a lot.
When the lines are blurred, between conscious and not.
I go back to my true home,
The house where I was raised.
I try to call you, but my cell service is dazed.
I’m only 11, I don’t have a phone.
I’ll go next store on the iPod touch.
Or my walkie talkie, but you can’t stray too much.
But then I awake and I’m in my bed,
At least that was consistent.
I wanna stay there forever,
I’m begging you, please, the pain is getting persistent

i am older now (obviously)
and certainly feel it.
i am wiser now (probably)
and certainly feel that too.
however i am still not old or wise
nor do i know how to write a poem (although i now have several years of literature study).
all i know is that the older i get the more insurmountable the future seems
as it unfurls before me, limitless and suffocating.

today i write less than i would like to
as i let the words
slip through my fingers,
as they tend to,
because i'd rather regret not speaking,
marking my silence up to foolishness when i am older,
than say anything at all.