Here of late I’ve been an irresponsible mister,
Bogged down by the endless voices of life.
Though for them I try to smile,
I sometimes sigh.
I can’t go unless I let you all know...
Can you hear me?
Here of late I’ve been the Hit-And-Misser.
But I can’t...
I won’t...
I won’t let you see.
Yet still I go.
I’m afraid of the cruel mistress of life.
Can you hear me?
But I can’t reveal my pain,
Lest you see that you’re my bane.
You’ll be burned by what you see.
So behind the thickest smile I hide.
Father, try to understand me.
Mother, don’t weep for me.
I’m trying to hold,
I’m trying to hold close.
The hearth of treasure I’ve known.
Sister, move on without me.
Brother, don’t forget me.
I’m crying for your help.
If you truly love me and know me so damn well, then how can you not see that my jubilant smile is really just a cry for help?
there is power in being a girl
but there's also sadness
                            struggle
                    ­        anger
                            uncertainty
and most of the time it's hard to find strength in being a girl
except in knowing that the sisterhood is rising,
we're coming,
a force to be reckoned with
and nothing to stop us

there is power in being a girl
and there is also inevitability
Jolan Lade Jun 12
The person who looks me in the eye, and can see past my lies
The person who is a true ally
A person in which presents all worries dies
The person who I owe a shoulder
A person I would fight with as a brother, and soldier
The person who is a real beholder
I can never let our friendship grow colder


I will miss my friend
But not before we are past the end.
True friends
What I Feel Jun 11
You're hurting. You're hurting bad.
I can see it in your bloodshot eyes
And how you shy away from smiles
Directed at you. Now your once-had
Gleaming spirit dwindles as it tries
To cut its pain with bleak exile.

But blood is pumping through your veins -
Don't change its course with nails or steel.
Our love for you will never fade, though
You ask me what I'd do if somone else took hold your reins
And replaced you, thinking that would make us feel
Happier - without you? Never. No.

I feel anger and frustration because I'm only human,
But nothing on this planet makes me happy like you can.
I love you, you know that. Believe that in yourself.
So stay with me - you'll be with me,
a heart within myself.
I love you. We all love you. Don't beat yourself up so much, or guess what we are thinking. We don't know what we'd do without you.
Wyatt Jun 6
I feel like everybody want a handout
until they don’t wanna put their hands out,
use me for whatever I’m worth
then discard me like everybody else now.
I remember those dark nights,
guess that’s history now.
I remember talking with you
about people that bothered you,
but now the tables have turned
and now I’m sure you’ve got somebody
who you talk to about me now.
We ain’t cool, we ain’t family,
it takes a whole lot more than blood
to replicate that feeling.
It takes understanding,
it takes respect and
even when you’re wronged
there’s still some love left.
Love isn’t only when you feel like it,
now I’m a ghost to you
and you’re onto the next.
I helped you in every whim.
Money, talks, walks, presents
whenever I could,
understand it was hard for me.
I feel like I’m five different people,
I feel like I’m now beyond reason,
I feel like if there was a time
to make it official then it’d be now.
Suicidal in role call, I don’t need you
but I hate not being needed.
I hate being discarded
like all these years
I tried relate meant nothing.
Understand, I’ve always
felt like the odd man out.
Treated as a nuisance as a kid,
it gave me this feeling like I was sick.
All the popular kids
always did it with ease
and yet I can’t relay
my feelings correctly to anybody,
the few that would listen.
I’m stuck in a prison, behind bars in my brain.
They barred me from living a real life,
so when I have to talk nothing comes out right.

I feel like my whole world is cracking,
I feel resent in our passings.
If we ever buried the hatchet
I feel like it won’t be lasting.
I feel mother time smothering me,
my age is too ahead of its time.
It’s a compelling scene.
Part of me hates you
and part of me just hates
what’s been done to me.
Part of me hates that
we’ll never see the truth
because you’ve blinded yourself
in your multitude of feelings.
Of course now I’m expected
to be the one who
always begs for forgiveness
when all this time I’m the one
who’s been treated like
much less of a person.

We both had God,
but you turned your back.
I’ve always felt mocked.
Talked behind my back.
You said you didn’t trust me
but never gave me the time of day.
Ever since we were kids
you acted embarrassed of me
and yet now I need to step
out of this shell that you
and everyone else
helped create for me
to fight your battles
and get my hands dirty
for somebody who treated me
as a constant bother?
They say I need to play brother,
but you never loved me.
So if you’re looking for love,
I threw it in the backseat
with all these other
problematic feelings,
constant dysfunctions
now stuck inside of me.
You never gave me
the time of day,
so I gave you truths
that you will never read
because now it’s clear to me
that you never loved me.
You never loved me,
you never loved me.
What’s a brother like me,
who’s bleeding out
because the sister now has
decided she doesn’t want me?

Ignore me now,
treat me like a ghost
but part of me hopes
that if I die before you,
I can have the opportunity
to haunt your dreams
like you constantly
weigh on my mind.
Yet if somebody asks
then I have to be fine.
There is no love here,
it’s all formalities
yet you wanna lecture me
about loyalty.
BM Green Jun 5
She is the waves that match my eyes
The ocean inside my soul
Ever changing grace
The steady change
I have always needed

She is the bones that make my spine
Bending but holding me up
The wolf howl
Escaping out when the moon is high

She is the compass to my freedom
Her heart the guiding light
The choices I have made
She has never turned away

She has been burned
Walked on blackened coals
Tracked ashes
North
South
East
West

She has been cut down
Bled out
Licked her wounds
And risen stronger

She is the storm
That washes me clean
The sun after the darkest of nights
She is my mirror
My soul in another
A reflecting flame that can not be put out.
Haleigh Jun 4
Anna's pov while she is dead

For a long time
I nearly failed
Then inexplicably
I began the long steep climb upward
My last chance
But someone took my place

There were times I stayed
To listen to my mother cry
Then one morning
My mother realized that we had everything

Immediately
I felt like I had a shrine
Jesse, sitting on the couch said,"She would have thought it was funny"
The bitter sore memory that someone has left this world
You are still in it
Then one day you look down and see how much pain


Kate's pov as she's alive

I wonder if
Anna lingered in the spaces between the words
I wonder if she knows
That Daddy fell deep after she left
I wonder if she knows that every time I see two little girls
I think of us
This is a blackout poem from My Sisters Keeper
Both poems are written at the same time but Anna is writing it dead and Kate is alive
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
I am looking at the door and
My heart is ever sore
My hands are aching
From forever slapping at the door
I know that golden memories are there.

When I stop slapping at the door
I stand naked in despair
I realize that love is there somewhere
Somewhere and everywhere
It keeps me straying from the truth or dare.

That love is always somewhere
Somewhere and yet so near
Neither less in spirit form
Neither more in earthly norm
Love is always here somewhere, so close.

I am looking at my feet
Bare and on the floor
And deep within my heart I find
There is an unlocked door
To feel that love has gone before.

I turn the knob and
Open the door at will
To find the golden memories in there
I grab the shackles off my heart
And pull out the storm
To blow away my heart's despair

Now I understand
That love, your love is here deep within my soul
Love is here and everywhere
I have only to let it flow.
On my sister early death I wrote this poem in answer to the ode written to her while she was still alive and I had not seen her.
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