I want to write poetry
But
What am I to write about?

I could tell you about
The horse I had at 3
That my parents sold at 4,

Or the Taco Bell up the street
That was closed
For selling drugs out the back window,

Or even the time
That my dad crushed an ant
Into our old cement patio
And tears sprang to my eyes because
I was sure that the ant had a family somewhere
Who would expect him home any minute.

But those aren’t very pleasant things
And I’m not able to make rhymes,

So I am forced to face the truth
That maybe
I am not a very pleasant person.

All the Barbies set adrift
in a dinghy small and pink,
smiling in that scary way
even when they start to sink,

“I just love sharks!” a Barbie said,
as one attacked and bit her head,
“Hey, wait for us, that looks like fun!”
said all the others, “Here we come!”
and pretty soon they all were dead.

when i met you
you were  like a catipiler
i tryed to aproach you
you matured in a cocoon
feelings started to grow
you broke out of your shell
i realized how much i liked you
you spread your wings and took flight
true beuty is you
when i see you
I get butterflys

Hey there
my sweet baby sis,

I just wanna say sorry
if it felt like you missed,

out on a great celebration
of your special day,

it's not fair to any one
of us the way

things have been lately.

mommy's been shaky,
daddy yells irately,
Maddy changes daily,
and I haven't cared greatly.

But you can bet your happy little birthday cake,
you know the one we made together
with all your favorite candies,
that It will get better.
And I will always be here for you.

Deep in my diaphragm, in the center of my body,
lies the very source of my being.
It is not my heart nor my lungs,
but the very core of my body.
It is the coming together of my rib cage,
the way my chest rises and falls
with each breath
that makes me realize that I am alive.
I am alive.

I am alive.

I am alive.

Feel my chest rise and fall and
I am alive.

But I'm not alive because I exhale breath,
but because that center of my body holds my very spirit.
I can feel myself inside of my body,
and for once I am aware that

I am alive.

Pour me a glass of your galaxy,
for me to see what i get out of it,
then I'll decide if i want to stay.
You may be right
and you may want it your way
but haven't you heard the birds say,
that the fleeting soul doesn't stop.
It may break your heart or mine
but you know, that, I cant stay for too long
For, I have a long way to go
and a pleasant journey ahead..
with you or without,
I must walk ahead.

Internet box glow
it's a different dimension
here we get away

More and more hours
we get lost in our haven
But what else is there?

And same room sitting
the ones who raised us wonder
"How dare they zone out!?"