And then some I just like...

Some other poems I wrote that I just like :)

June 2006
Sleep

Sleep
where we go to get away from the
World
all the crap and the people and the
Government
screwing up lives, bombing other countries, burning away the
Money
that we don't have, we're so far in debt that we'll never get
Out.

Sleep
what we do when we're sick and we're
Tired
of all the work and the school and the non-stop busy
Lifestyles
we all take a part of while worshiping
Celebrities
with who's pregnant and who's getting married...
Again.

Sleep
where we can go to enter our
Dreams
of what we're going to be and how we're going to
Live
with a family, a house, and maybe a
Job
to try and support ourselves for now, maybe not for
Long.

Sleep
what we do when we feel the need to
Escape
from our society, our problems, our
Families
that say they love us and we all know nobody's
Perfect
in their actions, their words, their
Thoughts.

Sleep
where we enter deep into our
Minds
and ponder and wander our
Being
of why we're here and what we're doing in the
Reality
that the alarm brings, wakening me from my
Sleep.

August 2006
Passing Through
Building Blocks and child's play
hold on tight you're on your way.
From trick-or-treat and Barbie Dolls
to makeup, shoes, and shopping malls.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,
take me away as fast as you can.
Over the mountains and through the woods
I'd take you further if I could.
Run away and don't turn back,
roll like marbles in a sack.
We'd go out and have some fun-
you could put the shine back in my sun.
Hunpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
we all go blind and take a fall.
We stumble back and fall on our ass
and realize that time just moves too fast.

August 2006
Sing to me a Lullaby
Sing to me a lullaby
of galaxies and stars up high.
Of memories and love and laughter
in all my years and those thereafter.
Sing of faith and hope and love
and all the things from Heaven above.
Of angel's songs and prayers so deep
and blessings that I get to keep.
Sing to me a lullaby
where fairy dust can make you fly.
Where angels watch you night and day
and never let you go astray.
Sing of trust and and honesty
so all my doubts and fears may flee.
And as I grow and learn my way,
I hope this song with me will stay.
Sing to me a lullaby
so I can have sweet dreams tonight.

September 2006
Silence
No sound.
No movement.
If you focus long enough,
you can get it.
You don't hear all the minute whispers of the day.
Such as whispy, tall trees moving in the cool wind;
tiny droplets of rain falling on the roof;
the annoying buzz of a fly outside your window;
your neighbor's hallow, wooden wind chimes;
black sports cars racing down the street;
muffled voices and footsteps through the walls;
the tick-tocking of your clock across the room;
the rhythmic beating of your heart
that you can feel in your ears.
All of these things just vanish,
it's as if they don't exist,
and here is where you meet silence.
Stare it straight in the eye.
Take it in; absorb it.
Get as much of it as you can,
because once you realize what it is,
it's gone.

More old Poetry...

These ones are how I felt in highschool... UGH. Worst 4 years of my life so far, NOT an exaggeration. :)

August 2006
To Whom it May Concern
To whom it may concern,
... I know.
I know I'm not thin.
I'm not perfect.
I'm not gorgeous.
I don't own a lot of makeup and clothes.
I don't play sports.
I don't party.
I know I'm not popular.
I know I don't have good grades
or long blonde beautiful hair.
...I know.
I know what people say.
I know that they laugh,
and gossip,
and pretend.
I know that people hate-
even what thay don't understand.
Like me.
I have a heart too.
I hear.
I feel.
I hurt.
And it burns.
I have scars so deep,
a mask so real,
that no one can see the truth.
What they've done.
how much it cuts me.
To whom it may concern,
I know.
But do you?

September 2006
You Don't Know Me
Don't pretend like you know me.
You see me, hear me, think of me,
but you don't know me.
You see my hair;
hair that's not always clean or brushed;
hair that's not straightened flat to my head,
but is my original color.
You see my clothes;
clothes that aren't Abercrombie or American Eagle.
Clothes that were passed down
and are my own styles.
You hear my voice;
a voice that doesn't talk about
"f*cking getting sh*t drunk every f*cking weekend...dude."
a voice that doesn't "like, say like after like, every other like, word...like."
You hear a voice that doesn't talk much-
but when it does, it says what it means.
You think of my popularity;
the popularity that I don't have;
the friends I don't walk with in the hall,
dishing out the latest gossip;
the votes I don't get for Homecoming Queen.
You think about all of these things
and put them togetehr.
You make false accusations and judgments.
You think you can see all of this,
hear all of this,
and know me-
but you can't.
You've got to look a lot deeper than just the outside.
Just because I don't look like,
sound like,
or act like everyone else,
doesn't mean I'm not.
Just because I don't wear expensive clothes,
talk about ridiculous things,
gossip about my "friends,"
or get voted homecoming royalty,
doesn't mean I don't have a life.
It doesn't mean I don't have style or beauty on the inside.
It doesn't mean I'm not a person.
If you can't see who I really am
or know what I'm really like-
it's time to take a break.
Quit pretending you know me
and actually get to know me.

Some old Poetry :)

I found my poetry binder earlier this week when our friend Meredith was over and thought about how much I like some of them. So, I thought I would post some on here, for you to read. :)

These are from when I was going through somewhat of a depressing stage... as you might notice. haha.

November 2003
Emotions
All of the emotions deep inside of me
building up, filling up, growing silently.
Anger, sadness, depression and fear
walking, crawling, drawling near.
The tears are flowing down my face
then vanishing quickly without a trace.
I can't let them se my pain,
can't let them win again.
My hands are shaky, knees are weak,
I feel fragile, frail, and meek.
So i pick up and put on my mask
where no one knows; there's nothing to ask.
I wish that it could be easily said;
the thoughts, the problems, in my head.
I wish that I could sit and talk
with a friend or take a walk.
Just to be able to let it out
so they would know what it's all about.
But I know what they would say,
it's always the same in any which way,
so I let the emotions deep inside of me
build up, fill up, grow silently.

June 2006
Alone
I want to be alone- no longer amongst people;
to be away from the pain,
the disappointments,
the hurt.
I want to be alone- far away from here.
Just shut myself away from all that can hurt.
Hide away from those who made me cry.
If I could, I would run away to somewhere distant,
somewhere I can only dream of.
Somewhere that exists only in my mind.
Trust is a fairy tale parents tell their kids,
not something practiced in real lives.
Betrayal and hurt is reality,
something that happens everyday.
Even though I know it exists,
even though I already expect it,
it doesn't stop the tears from burning into my face.
It doesn't prevent my heart from shattering into a million pieces.
But it does make me question the next person;
to mistrust everyone.
I know it encourages me to feel bitter,
jaded,
angry;
to not feel the closeness of another person,
to hide my soul.
protect it.
For there is only a little left anyway.
A life like this-
secluded,
afraid;
I would rather death.
I would be alone anyway.

September 2006
I Would
I wish I could explain how I feel;
the words I want to say.
I want to cry deep, long rivers of tears.
Enough tears to flood the world
and wipe away everything.
It could all start over,
a new, clean slate.
I could be happy...
maybe.
I want to run forever;
run to the edges of the Earth-
perhaps drop off.
The problems would be far behind.
No more worrying,
no more hiding,
no more denying.
I could float in space,
carefree,
away from everything.
I want to sleep for days;
weeks, years maybe.
Slip into a deep coma.
I would dream a thousand dreams;
think a thousand thoughts.
Good thoughts.
Nothing like reality.
When I woke up, things would be different.
They would still love me,
still be here for me. they would miss me.
I want to just sit and talk.
Let them know how I feel.
Pour out all my feelings and be comforted;
be told, "Everything's going to be okay, trust me."
I would freeze time-
stay in that moment forever.
Stay in their presence,
in their arms,
in their love.
I would never want to leave.
I would want to die there,
being safely guarded from all else,
being held in the sweet arms of an Angel.
I want that special feeling.
Again...
still...
but I won't.
I've had my chances,
had my care and trust.
It's over.
I can't trust anymore.
That's whay it's hard...
to explain how I feel
and the words I want to say.