I need your love
To strike my cuffs.
To break me free
Might help me be me
More openly.
I need your love
To feel love
Because I don't know
What I've been missing
To make these empty words
Mean something.
I need your love
To make my feelings
Have meaning
Instead of clinging
To these lies
Open my eyes
Please hear my cries
I need you now.
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I have my fair share of cracks and scars. I’ve been silenced, shattered, frozen beneath a lake. I’ve been through fire and storms, Sha...
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Run Away
He tried to flee
From a family including me
But I hardly felt included.
Everyone seems to leave
Instead of breathe
And stay
And not give up so easily.
It's so easy to run away
But they never stay
Unless they're forced.
All I can do is pray
But it's hard to pray
When you're scared someone might leave today.
And next time you fear there might be no delay
To their scurrying away.
From a family including me
But I hardly felt included.
Everyone seems to leave
Instead of breathe
And stay
And not give up so easily.
It's so easy to run away
But they never stay
Unless they're forced.
All I can do is pray
But it's hard to pray
When you're scared someone might leave today.
And next time you fear there might be no delay
To their scurrying away.
I'm Caught
I'm caught
With my
Mind chasing
These racing
Thoughts.
When I'm a little
Under the weather
And need to get it together
Then I call on my God,
My Father,
And everything
Gradually gets better.
With my
Mind chasing
These racing
Thoughts.
When I'm a little
Under the weather
And need to get it together
Then I call on my God,
My Father,
And everything
Gradually gets better.
Erased
Everything is dripping
Like these tears down my face
Running a race.
I don't know if this is the case,
For why feelings can
Feel like a waste
But my head seems misplaced.
I can't focus.
These memories are erased
From a child long forgotten.
Like these tears down my face
Running a race.
I don't know if this is the case,
For why feelings can
Feel like a waste
But my head seems misplaced.
I can't focus.
These memories are erased
From a child long forgotten.
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Proverbs 27:17
Sharp stone
Sharp clothes
Sharp mind
Sharp line
Sharp looks
Sharp turn
Sharp iron
Sharper friends.
Sharp clothes
Sharp mind
Sharp line
Sharp looks
Sharp turn
Sharp iron
Sharper friends.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
So You Want To Be A Writer?
You have to be ready
For words to flood your mind
Like a tsunami
Drowning you in ideas.
But you have to be ready
For droughts.
Every time you sit down to write
Nothing comes.
You have to be ready
To go out into the world.
To find inspiration.
To end the drought,
And flood your mind.
Friday, April 21, 2017
Screaming So Loud You Can't Hear Me
Screaming in my head
Avoids my mouth
So you can’t hear me.
Trying to force
My voice out
Seems impossible
When you don't hear me.
Screaming brushing over
Your head
Trying to tell you what I need.
But you won’t hear me.
Falling Frozen
Help.
I’m falling
Frozen
Underneath your feet,
I’m drowning
Hoping you might see me.
But not just see me
But save me.
Help,
The current is pulling me back.
Not just the current pulling me
But the current thoughts in my head.
They are dragging me under.
Help.
I’m falling
Frozen.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Snow
Drifting
Lingering
Surviving
Enclosed behind a sheet of glass,
I am unable to dance with flakes of white
As I did as a child.
Now trapped behind school doors,
Creativity is crushed.
As pressure builds on students,
Most are blinded to endless possibilities.
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
2017
Cool crisp air
Stings my lungs.
Fireworks burst
Horns blare
Noisemakers pop.
A new year starts
As another ends.
A new year to start over
Once more.
Fresh starts,
New ideas,
New year.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Foreign Test
She thought I wasn't done
I did as much as I could understand.
I don't know those simple words.
I don't know much of
What the test
Is asking of me.
I wrote what I knew.
I can't handle viewing
The demolisher of confidence
Once more.
I did as much as I knew.
I can't do much more.
I want to do well,
Though I fear I
Am unable to show
What I know.
I might never know
What I know.
The Never Ending Wait
Waiting for another
Name to be called,
Sometime in a year
My name will be called.
People with various expressions
See their tests,
While I wait for mine.
2nd Chance
Clamped hands
Interlocked,
Frozen.
Pressure,
Pressure,
Pressure.
Talking this time,
But not speaking.
2nd chance,
And I still blew it.
Monday, December 12, 2016
Enough
I sit here
Holding back my tears.
I don't understand this.
I will never understand this.
I have accomplished nothing.
But as I peer over
My stacks of homework,
I see my binder.
In it has papers and
Essays,
Worksheets and
Lessons.
"I have made progress."
It's slow but steady,
And I am learning much.
I can't know everything,
But I know enough.
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Dare to Inspire
If we were told
We are appreciated,
The world could be changed
For the better.
We can't assume
People think we are important.
Many haven't heard
They are inspiring.
Inspiring?
Important?
Appreciated?
Motivating?
That can't be me.
So say it.
Tell someone you think
They are important.
Dare to inspire.
You may change their day,
Week,
Or life,
Around.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Roller Coaster
Roller coaster
Through my brain.
The ride never
Comes to an end.
Once it hits the clouds,
It comes crashing down
To the land beneath.
It's a never-ending,
Draining,
Frustrating,
Ride.
My mind
Spins
Until I finally
Collapse.
The Mask
The stresses of home
School
And work.
Everything disappears
When her mask is on.
She puts on
That smiling mask
Every day.
But eventually,
It's too much;
Too exhausting
To pretend anymore.
The mask is found
Just as she gets to school.
She walks around
With her head hung low
Concealed in black.
No one knows her
When her mask
Is on.
The mask is found
Just as she gets to school.
She walks around
With her head hung low
Concealed in black.
No one knows her
When her mask
Is on.
Thursday, October 6, 2016
America Library of Poetry Submission
I have a favor to ask you. I am entering into the America Library of Poetry national contest. I need help deciding which poem to submit. Please let me know which one you think I should submit. I love you all and thank you for your help. These are the poems I'm thinking of:
Who is the Real You?
Labels are stuck
On each one of us.
They discriminate.
Alienate.
Separate.
Jock.
Nerd.
Disabled.
Rich.
Poor.
What are the labels
That matter?
Labels that build up,
Bring people together.
Christian.
Poet.
Student.
Friend.
Volunteer.
Put assumptions aside.
Get to know a person
For it's surprising what you might find.
Fallen Tree
Fallen tree
Once so beautiful,
Lay on the ground
For no one to see.
Fallen tree
Once stood tall,
Lay in the shadow
Still a mystery.
Fallen tree
Once loved so,
Still gives off
A hidden glow.
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Enough
Disappointment streams down my face
In the form of tears.
Disappointed in myself,
My choices.
It seems I can
Never get it
Just,
Right.
I'm trying so hard,
But it's never enough,
I try to be better,
But I'm never enough!
I feel the need
To prove myself.
That I'm better than this.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm never good enough.
No point in being disappointed in me,
That spot is already taken,
By me.
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Absent
Buckling under stress,
I'm drowning in tests,
Assignments,
And work.
Pressure to be
The perfect student.
It's draining.
Gone so much
I can't control it.
I break down in tears
Flowing down my cheeks
In streams.
"I can't handle it,
All this pressure.
It's too much for me to handle."
Writing.
The only thing that
Calms me.
Slows my thoughts.
Helps me think.
"I'm trying to catch up!"
But it's never good enough.
Another wave of work
Comes crashing down
On my sanity.
Monday, September 19, 2016
Saturday, August 6, 2016
The Power of Knowledge
What if we knew each other
Like we knew ourselves?
Wouldn't there be less conflict?
Less hatred?
And if we knew ourselves?
Less self hatred?
More confidence?
Belief we are worth it?
If we truly knew ourselves,
We could have
More willingness to improve
Our strengths
And weaknesses.
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Kaylie
Kind
Authentic
extraordinarY
Lively
Inspiring
Empathetic
Authentic
extraordinarY
Lively
Inspiring
Empathetic
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