Spring’s warm breeze,
blowing away my hopes and dreams.
The nostalgic violin,
that drapes the world in violet.
Your heart racing for “the one”,
but realizing its unrequited love.
Like a flower that blooms,
only to be picked and will wither soon.
Like a newborn’s first cry of life,
but the next day his mother dies.
Like this poem,
I was happy to write it,
now I’m disheartened I wrote it.
up high in the tree you feel as you been free ,oh tree we play on you and clime on you , oh tree the key to you is in your leaves, you make me feel at home , you hold on me , I clime on you ,you are my tree that helps me breath ,you are my tree that makes me live ,I thank you my tree.
Gorzycki middle school
So you think you’re higher than me. You’re on a stool
You think you’re stronger than me? You’re a tool
Well screw you, pun intended.
You can eat all the crap I don’t give. I’m defended.
Cause the sticks of your words and the stones of your insults won’t break my bones.
My structure is unshaken and your cover is blown.
Don’t think you’ve got the upper hand.
Because when we get past your ego everything is bland.
This is a rant for all the people that looked me down with disgrace.
Stop living your world upside down and understand your place
Crockett high school
Light up my life like a Christmas tree,
You’re the angel at the top,
It’s a present to be present you better believe,
I always want to sit at the fire and hear it crackle and pop,
I fell in love with fall it’s a pleasure to fall in love with you,
I don’t mind the weather, whether or not in your presence,
I can stop and stare, and you know it’s true,
You’re the potion that mixes with my hear essence,
Touch my heart with sincerity,
When I’m with you I can think clearly, clearly you’re the one I’m seeing,
And I’m swimming in a sea of rose petals,
I can petal my way to your heart,
And you’d invite me with open arms,
You’re the puzzle we put together by the fire,
And you’re the piece I need, to every single part.
I hate how you left me without saying goodbye
How you let us drift apart
You just went away
I thought you changed
But I was wrong
We used to talk on the phone every night
Now I would hate to hear your voice
You left a hole in my heart
You hurt me so much
And I hope you know that
I hate you for what you’ve done
But I know deep inside I will always love you
And I hate that so much
But now it’s time to move on
And let go
I believe laughter is a cure to depression.
Just how a rainbow & sunshine us our own cure to a storm.
I believe we are slaves to the night, afraid of our own shadows.
I believe that hard work pays off.
Because it doesn’t matter how you want people to feel about you, it matters how you feel about yourself.
I believe that half the time you pray yo God he doesn’t listen.
But he never forgets about you.
I believe been asleep is better than being awake.
But then again you’re still trapped in a different realm.
A realm that even the happiest moments can still be over taken by the darkest thoughts.
Because nothing in this earth is too peaceful.
Because this world is overrun by God & Lucifer.
Crockett High School
What do I look like letting some boy control my life. What do I look like letting someone tell me who and who I can’t be friends with. Telling me I can’t do something just because he doesn’t want me to. What do I look like being someones little pet following them around like I’m a dog. I am a strong independent woman who doesn’t need in a man in her life. What do I look like.
Way back then
We would have never ending summers
Excitement for others
And there were small bummers
Way back then
The only heels I knew were Heelys
And now nothing appeals
Way back then
Kim Possible was possible
And life was comical
Remember way back then?
When dose minimum requirement become maximum effort.
Each poem 10 lines that all you have to write or is all you can write.
Not 9, not 11, 10 that’s all I need to make something that gets to the point and that gets a grade above a B.
But when dose 10 lines become all that you can create to to make a something that you think is great.