Acrostic
They are forever etched on my skin,
Always with me.
They are proudly black, stark against
The pale of my skin.
On my body they will sing,
On and on until the song is done.
Always with me.
They are proudly black, stark against
The pale of my skin.
On my body they will sing,
On and on until the song is done.
This is actually a very true poem for me. That picture is of my foot, and my cross tattoo. I think tattoos are beautiful, and can be intricate works of art, or simple ornaments.
Elegy
Katie,
I am sorry you had to go. Your time here was brief, a mere ten years. You will never again be able to write "can't," without thinking it should be "cannot." You will never again be able to run freely, all out, without the uneven gait from your bad hip. You will never again sing mindless tunes, without unwanted emotions creeping in and stealing your voice. You will never again be able to want the world, without the expenses looming in your mind. You will never again be worry-free, without realizing you're growing up. You were here for ten years. Now you're sixteen. Goodbye. |
This poem might be confusing, but it is my way of saying goodbye to the person I was six years ago. I am not the same girl, and that saddens me a bit, because I had to grow up too fast. At the end though, it is a sort of welcoming in who I am now.
The Road
Every day, for over a year,
a girl comes to the end of the road. Every day, for over a year, she turns left. As she turns left, she goes to the life she knows. The familiar. The comfortable. After all of those days of doing the same, the life she knows, becomes the life she knew. Her smiles become rare. Her voice disappears. Her eyes look towards the ground. Every day, for months, a girl comes to the end of the road. Every day, for months, she turns back. With every step she takes, no matter the direction, she becomes surer. Her lips quirk up in crooked grins. Her laugh bubbles softly. Her eyes search the skies. Today, a girl comes to the end of the road. Today, she turns right. |
What I wrote here means a lot to me. For so long, I did the same thing with my life, over and over again. What I did wasn't even for me. And one day, everything fell apart. I was emotionally wrecked, and I didn't know what to do. I'm still struggling with some issues, but I have decided that now is when I 'm going to live my life my way. I want to live for me and be happy. I want to turn right. This poem is both literal and figurative, because there is a road I have always turned left on, and this summer, I plan on turning right to see where it takes me.
Haiku
Stars may always shine.
The wind will forever sing.
Don't leave it behind.
The wind will forever sing.
Don't leave it behind.
The haiku is short, as they are meant to be, so it was pretty simple. I just thought about how life and nature will go on after other things end. It means you should appreciate what you have now.
Limerick
I have two lovely goldfish,
who happen to live in a dish.
They are both great friends,
and they will be until the end.
But for now, they only wish to swish.
who happen to live in a dish.
They are both great friends,
and they will be until the end.
But for now, they only wish to swish.
I do have two goldfish, but no, they don't live in a dish. That is a picture of them in a dish, though. They needed their tank cleaned.
Discord (Lyric Poem)
The memories are shadows, ink on the page.
No real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Now the story's played out like this, just like a paperback novel.
There's nothing ever wrong, but nothing's ever right.
There's always something new, some path I'm supposed to choose.
Follow your heart, and nothing else.
I've got to make this life make sense.
But I didn't have to lie to myself for so long.
You've got to understand, it's a hard life.
Cause I was made for chasing dreams.
No real reason to accept the way things have changed.
Now the story's played out like this, just like a paperback novel.
There's nothing ever wrong, but nothing's ever right.
There's always something new, some path I'm supposed to choose.
Follow your heart, and nothing else.
I've got to make this life make sense.
But I didn't have to lie to myself for so long.
You've got to understand, it's a hard life.
Cause I was made for chasing dreams.
This poem was cobbled together from a bunch of different songs. Each line is different, and I can start to hear the song play in my head, but once it switches lines, the next song plays. It creates a lot of confusion and mismatch, hence the name.
Things That Are Heard In High School
you failed that test.
you drank this.
you smoked that.
i know what you did at that party.
you kissed her.
you slept with him.
you tried that drug.
you pierced what?
this is who you are now.
you drank this.
you smoked that.
i know what you did at that party.
you kissed her.
you slept with him.
you tried that drug.
you pierced what?
this is who you are now.
I actually wrote this poem on my phone while walking down the hallway, from things that I heard. Some of it is extra that I added, but it is all true.
Just Because...
Just because I'm 16
I am not immature.
I am not self absorbed.
I am not a part of a failing generation.
Just because I'm 16
It doesn't make it okay for adults to say that I know nothing.
It doesn't mean I don't make life-altering decisions.
It doesn't mean I don't have complex thoughts.
Just because I'm 16
Don't mistake youth for weakness.
Don't assume I haven't lived.
Don't say that I don't know what love is.
Just because I'm sixteen--don't underestimate me.
I am not immature.
I am not self absorbed.
I am not a part of a failing generation.
Just because I'm 16
It doesn't make it okay for adults to say that I know nothing.
It doesn't mean I don't make life-altering decisions.
It doesn't mean I don't have complex thoughts.
Just because I'm 16
Don't mistake youth for weakness.
Don't assume I haven't lived.
Don't say that I don't know what love is.
Just because I'm sixteen--don't underestimate me.
This poem came partly from an argument with my parents. It irritates me to no end that adults don't believe that teenagers can have adults emotions, and that teenagers don't make life changing decisions. Teenagers do have very real emotions, and do make life altering choices.
I Don't Understand
I don't understand
How my dreams become memory
How my heart never ceases to beat
How the gossip mill runs
How boys will be boys
But most of all
Why people are cruel
Why people cry
What pain actually is
What I understand the most is
Why warm night air is enchanting
What creating music means
What the love of the innocent feels like
What it feels like to kiss a smile
How my dreams become memory
How my heart never ceases to beat
How the gossip mill runs
How boys will be boys
But most of all
Why people are cruel
Why people cry
What pain actually is
What I understand the most is
Why warm night air is enchanting
What creating music means
What the love of the innocent feels like
What it feels like to kiss a smile
I wrote this poem about honest things that I don't understand. They are questions I've asked for a long time, that I have never gotten answers for. The things that I do understand, are things that I love, and that I could talk about for hours on end.
I am
I Am
Thoughts, Love, Heartbeat. I care deeply about knowledge and music. Communication is important to me. Honesty is important to me. Hope is important to me. Support is invaluable. Aggression is frowned upon, but is worth it to show your true grit. The world is dark. People shine with light. There is never a tomorrow. I am. |
This was the first poem that I wrote. I tried to make it as honest as I could, but it was hard to look at myself, and to think about who I truly am. The last three lines are my favorite, because I think they're completely true.
Creed
I believe in the struggle of getting out of a warm bed on cold mornings,
the judgment of animals,
the worth of painful lessons,
the therapy of midnight drives down dirt roads,
the ending of a story wrote with hope,
perseverance, laughter, tears.
But being cruel is never the benefit
to anyone.
I believe in the freedom of happiness.
I believe in the thick silence of early misted mornings.
I believe in the thoughtful reflections at two a.m.,
And I believe in the claim that trust is putting the knife
in the other persons grasp.
the judgment of animals,
the worth of painful lessons,
the therapy of midnight drives down dirt roads,
the ending of a story wrote with hope,
perseverance, laughter, tears.
But being cruel is never the benefit
to anyone.
I believe in the freedom of happiness.
I believe in the thick silence of early misted mornings.
I believe in the thoughtful reflections at two a.m.,
And I believe in the claim that trust is putting the knife
in the other persons grasp.
I loved writing this poem. I loved sitting back and thinking about what I truly believe in. I loved putting little bits and pieces of my life into this poem. Every single line is something I have experienced firsthand, and I love that. Every part of it is true and stems from a direct situation in my life.