Poems

 

How long have I known Thee? Let me count the years.

I've known thee since we began to talk, walk and gaulk,

From our camping days when we swam and sat on the dock,

My mind can't even comprhend that high school is now coming to an end

It feels like just yesterday we were singing barbie girl together.

and now we talk about our grad dresses and trips to see eac other.

Thinking of the times we hung out and got advice from thy mother.

I can't wait to graduate and see each other again.

Look up you watcher and seethe great power in me,As I sit proudly and singa melodious melody. My feathers ruffle in the windwith such pridewhile my loud call warnsthem. White from head to neckorange beak all the waythroughbrown body as still as stone white tale feathers aswhite as snow. Watch me as i searchfor my preyas i swoop and divein the skytaking risks at every cornerfor my children maystarve.  Look up you watcher and see the great power in me,As I sit proudly and sing  a melodious melody.

 

Do not get trapped inside your dreams,

Like Alice in her land of wonder they say

Sleep, Sleep is where the mind schemes.

 

The mind Creates another reality it seems,

Where everything has changed but yet the same in some way

Do not get trapped inside your dreams.

 

When we run with no place to go, oh how your mind screams,

Only to remember none of this is reality like any other day,

Sleep, Sleep is where the mind schemes.

 

Suddenly your mind is changing everything to the extremes,

Define Dance.

Dance is the graceful art

or the competitive sport,

which inspires young boys and girls.

Dance is bigger than the action itself,

It helps release the build up of stress

Or anger and sadness you may have.

It allows an escape from bad situations

and opens up amazing opportunities for all

even if you happen to fall.

Some people would say it's a gift,

where others would say its a talent.

Dance allows you to be whoever you want,

how ever you want,

whenever you want.

My heart crumbles with sadness,

I have been left behind  by the pack.

Is it because I do not do drugs?

Or is it the fact that I don't drink?

What about partying?

Or it it that I don't shower in wealth?

Either way, the telephone rings

As the person ignores the call of distress.

Oh how is saddens me when the message,

"We are sorry we can't get to the phone right now"

The dread that digs the abyss bigger and deeper.

The void looks like it will take years to heal.

In the Aftermath of destruction,

After all the explosions and combustion.

We look up to the sky for some hope,

The only way we know how  to cope.

Only to see the cloud of our death,

Watching us, listening for our breath.

So many people gone in the blink of an eye,

How could you stand to let so many die?

War is hard, war is mean,

For what? to make your demands seen?,

Why so violent, why so cruel?

Does talking it out make you a fool?

Innocents gone in the world, look whats now begun,

Old Mac Brown was a teddybear,
wore a sweater,
had no hair.

He was as neat as neat could be,
but often go dirty,
but soft was he.

Old Mac Brown was a playful fellow,
with eyes shining bright played the cello.

With white ears, a rounded nose,
Old Mac Brown was as sweet as a rose.

Old Mac Brown had many fears,
never did he insist in all those years.

Old Mac Brown was a teddy bear,
wore a sweater,
had no hair.

 

The young girl was always alone
She wanted friendship to come her way
Her heart was as ice cold as stone
She sat and waited for the day

From the popular group she would stray
She wanted to belong somewhere
Her feelings everyday were gray
She always wanted people to care

Her Loneliness was quite a scare
People don’t care about her now
People would always stop and stare
She cried when people called her cow

Twenty hours throughout the week,

Going up on pointe hurting your feet,

Watching our skills begin to peak,

Don't forget to stay on time and stay on the beat.

 

Costumes and Tutu's around the room,

The Dancers waiting with faces of joy,

The music begins and the dancers bloom,

You can feel the excitement from the girls and boys.

 

The group stays well connected,

Dancing on the stage with costumes covered in lace,

Our motion's go way beyond whats expected, 

Annoyed
No, destroyed.
Why don’t they leave me alone?
They think they’re tough
hiding alone in their homes.
During and after school,
They think it’s cool.
It’s cruel.

Hidden behind a bright screen of light,
Up all night.
These cowards use keyboards just the same as a gun.
The words shoot holes in the heart,
of this girl who is young.
Send. Send. Send.
Tear streaked cheeks on the receiving end.