Cross

Left, right, left, right, left, cross
Left, right, left, right, left, cross
over and over until it's just right
I practice and practice all through the night.
Left, right, left, right, left, cross.

Under my feet.
Under my feet.
The ice is so cold, so hard,
yet so vulnerable, so flawed.
Under my feet.

But if I slip, I could fall.
But if I slip, I could fall.
So easily I could lose my grip
So easily I would flip.
But if I slip, I could fall.

And if I fall
And if I fall
I could get hurt again
run into the fence.
And if I fall.

I could die.
I could die.
If I hit my head in just the right way
my whole life could simply slip away.
I could die.

Left, right, left, right, left, cross
under my feet.
But if I slip, I could fall.
And if I fall,
I could die.

The Holes In My Gloves

Riding up and down the hills of my neighborhood
Never thought of life as good
The holes in my gloves let in the cold air
The bitter wind blowing through my hair
I pedal and pedal, never getting anywhere.

The arctic atmosphere cuts like kinves through my skin
releasing the feelings kept hidden within
How can I love that liar?
My heart is full of fire,
But the air is rushing from my tire.

I ignore it,
Simply floor it.
But I feel the flat-ness
as the hills increase in steep-ness
and I realize I'm hopeless.

I can feel my muscles growing stronger
but I don't think I can do this any longer
because the hills are gaining more height
I can't see an end in sight,
but what goes up must come down, right?

Blind

I see you walking down the hall
the red shirt you wear really doesn't compliment you at all,
but it looks good to my eyes
maybe I'm blind,
because all I can see is you.


You see me,
you smile and wave
but what you don't know, dear,
is that the blue shirt I'm wearing
is just for you.


Do you remember?
the day I knew
that I really did love you?
I wore that same blue shirt that I wore today
when I fell down the slide,
you helped me up again,
no matter how many times I flew.
But maybe I was blind,
because all I saw was you.


The same day that I knew
that I was in love with you,
all you could do 
was smile at me,
couldn't take your eyes off of mine.
But maybe I'm blind,
because all I can see is you.

someday, I'll stop crying in the middle of the night.

someday, I'll find a way to get along without you
someday, I'll find a way to love someone else
someday, I'll find a way to live my life without crying in the middle of the night

in the middle of the night, I cry.
yes I cry in the middle of the night.
I wake up crying 
no not just crying
shivering, shaking, every muscle in my body
almost like a seizure
a seizure of love.


someday, I'll find a way out of this mess
someday, I'll find a way to be happy
someday, I'll find a way to turn my life around.


yes I cry in the middle of the night
wake up crying
shivering
shaking
out of love.

I don't know what to name this one.

You made me laugh when I thought I'd never smile
You made me happy when all I knew was sadness
You lifted me out of my hole
Took me in my arms when no one else cared.

You made my day,
My week,
My year,
Maybe even my life.
When I called you crying,
I got off the phone and just couldn't stop smiling.

Everything was too good to be true
I loved you
You loved me
You and me became we.

But one day I made the wrong decision
Pushed you away the very day I needed you the most
You said you cared, but you never came back to me
You said you felt the same way
But the next day
You never said I made a mistake.

6 months later, my feelings never changed.






I can only imagine this one put to music. It sounds so good in my head but when I try singing it it sounds bad. I wish I knew how to read music so I could write it down.

well, sorta.

I've watched you change from a little girl into a big, strong woman. Well, sorta.
You're in 7th grade? Why are you so mature? Again... Well, sorta.
You're only 12, but yet... They grow up so fast. I'm proud of you... Well, sorta.
You try your best to be a good friend. Well, sorta.

You see you're... egh. You hide so much from me and then act like I'm the worst person ever for caring about you, my best friend. Well, sorta. You used to be my best friend. But you don't seem to really care about me. I confront you about something huge you didn't tell me about and then  you say something like I'm being  a bad friend by "invading your privacy".

I'm done with you. Well, sorta.







Less of a poem and more.... rhythmic writing.

so.

so there are a few poems I wrote that I'm trying to decide if I should put up or not. on the one hand, one of them would probably hurt someone's feelings. but it's really good. and the other one, would probably hurt someone's feelings and also it's kind of private. but it's probably the best poem i've ever written. so. i'm undecided.

that guy

She comes and she goes,
Who is she with now?
Nobody knows.
I thought we were friends,
together til the end.
All of this changed
When you laid eyes on that guy,
that one guy that ruined it all.

He said he felt the same,
though I know it's all a game.
If this is what you want,
putting the guys in front of your best friend,
then look into my eyes, and tell me why.
Why.
Why would you choose that guy?

the stars

It's May, it's June, it all happened so fast.
You were my first, and maybe my last.
I have no doubts
I know it's just right.

The stars twinkling in the skies
Above my head so high, so bright.
Everything seems all right
As I walk ahead lacking a guise.

July comes along
I'm gone for two weeks,
and as I return,
I notice a few leaks.

The stars begin to hide behind the cloud-covered night
My mind is undecided
Perhaps I've been misguided
This is yet to be realized, though I tried with all of my might.

August is here
School is getting near
I know what I'm doing,
My mind is brewing.

The stars are invisible,
Everything has changed.
I thought my mind was invincible,
My heart is deranged.







On this one, notice that once "everything changed" so did the rhyming pattern. I didn't even do that on purpose. That, my friends, is how talented I am.

the lines on my hands

If you can't read it, it says...

the lines on my hands will only grow deeper

the scars on my hands will only grow whiter

the cuts on my arms will only scab over

the marks on my knees will only stretch wider

the lines on my hands I hope will get lighter

the scars on my hands I hope won't get whiter

the cuts on my arms I know will grow deeper

the marks on my knees I know will worsen.

as I grow older

stronger

tougher

faster

more unkempt.

I know it will keep on going 

even after I'm old and wrinkled

the world won't stop changing

even once I die.

the lines on my hands

the scars on my hands

the cuts on my arm

the marks on my knees.