needy.

a still warm imprint of a hand,
still lingers.

my blush still there,
from your loving stares.

but my heart,
it's in two,
cracked,
in pieces,
shattered.

i need to let go,
but i need your hand,
i need your face,
and i really need you.

isnt.

eyes shut tight,
hoping to escape the world.

listening to that happy song,
makes her smile.

the first thing she sees,
his face,
his jacket,
his eyes.

she smiles and laughs,
then remembers.

the song slows to the end,
and her frown reappears.

she has to face the world again,
and all that isnt hers.

escape?

I plug in
to plug out of the world. 
I run away
to not feel the pain anymore. 

not being loved
being ignored
being ugly
every single problem in the world
balances right on my shoulders. 

I need a break from life
to not pay attention to reality
to forget everything

I don't feel like being alive today
the world doesn't want me here
how do I escape?

fantasy.

i always look straight to your name,
its a priority in my head,
i like to look at you face,
only when your not looking.

i like to secretly love you,
a secret admiration.

i dont know how to tell you,
every day the sun rises,
i remember the dream i had about you,
but reality breaks the fantasy.

afterwards.

how do i say i need to love you?
im not trying to be the one,
but you're the one who makes my sky blue,
and my shining sun yellow.

i want you to be a man,
step up to the challenge,
i know you can.

its just three simple words,
maybe a couple more,
and then we can live afterwards.

forget.

i dont like it,
when you tell me,
you need a cigarette break,
i have just one little plea.

be good for me,
forget all the bad things,
you've already learned,
forget all the attached strings.

just take my hand,
im not trying to twist your mind,
i just need a hand to hold,
and we can just unwind.

alright.

she always hid behind,
her blackened eyes,
and low cut hair.

no one ever saw her face,
always hanging down,
towards her feet.

she needs someone,
to lift up her head,
and tell her,
"everything gonna be alright"
even when they have no clue,
to whats coming next.

tonight and every night.

will you kiss me good night,
tonight?

will you hold my hand,
when we're with your friends?

will you be there,
when no one else is?

will you talk to me through the night,
and smile when you see me?

i would for you,
and i would love it too.

the lighter to my heart.

your smile lit my happiness,
but the lighter quickly extinguished.

my smile doesnt seem to make the same effect,
i want love and happiness,
not wonder and pain.

i sick of thinking this through.
i just want to do,
i dont want to plan.

this sky

staring at the cloudy sky,
thinking of the few words you said,
simple conversation.

thoughts in my head,
swirled wildly.

my imagination looking for something more,
always two steps ahead,
i always three steps behind.

if i could,
i would run into your arms,
but here i am.
staring at the dark cloudy sky.

a destiny, but is it mine?

it was something i was destined to be,
it put itself in my way,
i couldnt stop it,
the inevitable.

it put a smile on my face,
and tears when things went wrong,
it was my destiny,
and i wanted it to be there.

but one day,
it was too hard,
i gave up my dream,
and myself i was never again.

everyday i regret my decision,
a memory in my room,
or just several words from a friend,
bring the sorrowful tears again.

past and future

i have this pain,
its nothing like knives,
and not close to a ripping feeling,
its more like a pulling.

at my heart,
the hook of my past trying to pull towards my future,
paining me at every corner,
my past wants to be my future.

i want my past,
to be in my future,
and my heart wont stop pulling until it is.
but what can i do?

the romantic.

shes pained to hear of his love for others,
but pained more not to hear him speak,
he doesnt understand her pain,
hes oblivious to it all.

she wants a love so pure,
like darcy&&elizabeth,
or the classic romeo&&juliet.

shes a romantic,
she doesnt want the pain,
she want to have someone special,
who would do absolutely anything for her.

love me. TODAY.

i dont comprehend,
why i can stop thinking about you,
why i cant stop dreaming about you,
why i think i need you.

there are so many negatives,
but all i can see are the positives,
and i dont want to lose you,
even though you might not want me.

it makes me,
shed tears,
mad at myself,
feel confused.

all i want is for you to come,
about me,
as soon as possible,
like.. today.

opposite directions.

been up all night,
thinking through the day.
decisions just can be made,
ive put too much in my way.

he closed a door,
ive looked through the window,
i see a smiling face,
looking the other way.

how could i fall,
for someone running the other direction?
i feel into a canyon,
and he ran up a mountain.

her stars.

her nails black,
like the heart she tries to win over,
she said what was in her way,
but doesnt know what to do now.

she wanders in the dark,
night her favorite time of day,
trying to find her light,
her stars.

pack up the past.

im packing up my past,
no one understands,
they never will.

my heart's beating so painfully,
to what could have been,
what should have been.

i have nothing left to say,
nothing left to expect,
i think ill just drift for now...

tears and wants.

these tears she cries,
she finds so illogical,
since she had not given a heart to break,
it simply burst by its own false conclusions.

she finds it hard to breathe.
she doesn't want to live like this.
she wants to be carefree.
she wants to be loved.

can't stop

feelings forgotten,
return with a single word,
confusing thoughts,
tugged along for the ride.

she's fizzing with love,
overflowing with care,
confused to the point,
where she can't stop loving him.

lovers.

hands to hold,
secrets to keep,
quiet moments of love,
just underneath a surface of reserve.

she wants to scribble a note to him,
to tell him how much she loves him.
he opens it,
just to find hearts scattered along the length of the paper,
and a smile in the corner.

she loves him,
he loves her,
and they never want this feeling,
to end. never.

always go.

the stream contains courage,
water is the courage,
water slowly comes,
but always goes.

the bird is strength,
it sings its lovely ways on a branch,
but soon becomes frightened,
the bird flies away.

people contain these attributes at one point,
but people,
they are like a stream and a bird,
they come but always go.

a wish.

the sound,
of sharp metal to ice,
the swish,
of short dresses to be admired,
a cheering in her head.

the smell,
of ice freshly cleaned,
by its water counterpart,
of success just on the next jump.

the sight,
quickly passing from speed,
but vivid whiteness.

the feeling,
of being free,
of being happy,
of being found.

broken.

her gown's all askew,
nothing can tame her,
ripping and slamming,
hitting and pushing.

garments along the floor,
shoes litter the empty spaces,
her bed cover scattered on the floor,
a lifeless heap blocking the door.

she recently had courage and ambition,
but all in a moments notice,
gone away,
why? she will never say.

depression.

mindlessly wandering from room to room,
not a clue as to when,
or where.

staring at the ceiling when darkness comes,
sleep has not been anticipated,
for a long time.

life has no point,
no meaning anymore,
she doesnt believe it ever did.

why should she stay.
when nothing good could come,
nothing she could savor or hold.

all the feeling has long been drained,
her pale face has long been a mystery,
she doesnt believe anymore.

darkness.

hello darkness,
joy has been extinguished by your might,
life has trampled off to meet a terrible doom,
happiness has no desire to thrive under your conditions.

it revolts me to see the world so,
i cry when the moon gives up its task of lighting this dreary world,
animals rush around hoping for a chance of safety,
trees sway in uncertainty.

fires glow to ease this pain,
but soon they too are extinguished,
just like joy.

rain.

the feeling of rain trampling down you back,
a dark, lonely figure in the dark,
only the dim lighting of lampposts to keep you sane,
only this rain to keep away the pain.

waking up.

i had a dream,
i went to heaven,
then i woke up,
and i was in hell.

bottles everywhere,
with sinful smells.
thirsty for more,
i dont want to be here.

a short trip through fresh air,
in to another hole,
one i cannot escape.

im thirsty for more,
im thirsty for trouble,
save me, save me.
hell was unleashed.

nature.

i wish i were a tree,
nothing to care about,
but the wind through my branches,
and the water through my roots.

i wish i were a flower,
nothing to care about,
but the sunlight on my petals,
and spreading my beauty.

i wish i were beautiful,
i wish i were strong,
i wish i were admired,
i wish i were Nature.

a brave flower.

a seed planted in dirty soil,
gets a little water && sunlight,
sprouts small but lively,
all alone this seed tries to live.

one year conditions are great,
this little sprout grows and grows,
all he is is a stem of green,
but he always strives for more.

one lovely spring,
he grows bud and wishes
his mother was there to say,
"oh! my little boy is growing up!"

slowly and proudly this stem grows flowers,
beautiful blooming flowers,
for all to see,
awesome colors spread in his petals.

but darkness comes,
like it does everyday,
and his petals close to be safe,
but winter comes quickly freezing his sepals close.

he is dying,
in this dark cold time,
he is dying all alone,
just like he started.

morning arrives,
he tries to become alive,
but all he has are dying petals,
and a weak stem.

he is dying,
all alone,
just as his life began.

black and white.

all the color is draining,
from my life,
from my landscape,
from my heart and soul.

i can't see fun,
or love anymore.
i am blind to happiness,
depression graying the sights.

fog drifts to cover my path,
im stuck in the same place,
with no one to help pull me through,
no one but my bleak self,
weakened by my terrible past.

spring break.

waves crashing,
hearts found,
love floating,
sand thrown.

vacation's here,
with nothing to share,
it gives its all,
and we take it without a thought.

all the happiness,
all the burns,
we take it all,
then leave it here.

fogging up my answers.

my heart's in the fog,
confusing thoughts filter,
finding no clarity,
what do i do now?
where do i go now?

right now,
i want this fog to disappear,
just disappear,
right into thin air,
i need answers.

answers to these questions,
the questions that run,
through my head,
in this hideous
and terrible fog.

ever

screw the salty water,
that runs on my face,
i dont need it,
whats it gonna help?

i need an outlet,
and with noone to listen,
this salty water is,
all thats there.

as i listen to someone else's inspiration,
i cant help but to think,
when mine will come,
or it shall ever?

pain.

this unhappiness,
seems to take comfort in my pain.
it revels in my feeling
of disrepair and darkness.

it seems to like its extended stay,
and eats me like a parasite,
but it doesnt leave,
it clutches on like a leech.

im blinded.

these candles flicker,
in this dark room,
i only see you,
and you me.

the music doesnt falter,
the sight is beautiful,
the flowers are wonderful
i only see you.

im blinded,
perspective changed is mine,
when i see you,
only you.

dont mock me!

this rain,
its mocking me,
its mocking me,
im afraid.

its the way i see it,
while i tear inside,
outdoors happy rain falls,
its mocking me.

people dance in this horrid rain,
i can only cry in this rain,
its mocking me,
everything is mocking me.

fingers.

for what so i
owe this honor,
my lovely friend,
dear friend of mine.

for a simple,
hello,
or a speak of my name,
tis wonderful.

a simple grace,
to keep me there,
hanging on tight,
with just fingertips.

swirls i see.

everything around me
is swirling all around me,
inside or outside,
it doesnt matter.

i could fall,
i should stand,
but all the swirling i cannot stand,
still occurs.

oh, the ground,
how did it get
so close to my face,
ow.

the swirling wont stop,
even with my head
to the cold concrete,
why wont it stop?

it should, it really should.
oh i see darkness,
envelope me!
take this horrible swirling away.

through the wind i want to fly.

on a red-tinted bike,
i ride.

i ride for,
my soul, my heart, my life.

to feel free,
in the wind,
i ride.

and all these things,
on my red-tinted bike,
i represent.

HERMANTHEMERMAN!

"herman the merman!"
we cried,
lets go to sea!
we implied.

together, we shall
with long of hair of yellow,
and a bow,
and an arrow.

to capture the sea,
and ruleth
over the ocean,
just like Macbeth.

the yearly cold months.

winter,
my sweet soul revived,
after a
sheet of snow fallen.

fresh and new,
a beginning,
ive said,
indeed.

funny how something
new can come
when you are coldest,
or celebrating the end.

but a new cycle
it starts.
and a new beginning
it revives.

i dont need this mask. i dont want it either.

masked i stand here,
enjoying my dear time,
here on this earth,
outside i laugh and smile.

its different,
suffer, i do, inside,
my tears streaming
down the cheeks of my soul.

inner conflicts,
rage and fight to the death,
end the battle,
decision has been made.

so now outside,
truly i can smile and
laugh so truly,
the mask has been set down.

song change.

song change,
i like this one,
lets listen,
shall we?

i like this one,
love indeed,
with crazy guitars,
and sad undertones.

but too quickly,
its over,
silence spreads,
song change.

dream invitation.

what do i do,
when i fall asleep thinking of you,
the dream of someone,
someone else.

what do i do,
if i do not care about the other,
but only of you,
whom i truly need.

should i forget?
should i think more into this?
should i dream of you, perhaps, next time.
dreams i wish i could control.

i think i shall just let it go.
think of you some more,
and perhaps dream about you,
next time.

sincerely, your memories.

lets preserve the memories,
in a picture,
in a memory,
in a thought.

ill always remember this,
my fourth,
but truly,
the best.

these ups and down are killing me,
i just need one long up,
and ill be satisfied,
and ill be truly yours.

all stupid people form a line. ->

surrounded by stupidity,
i stand,
and i yell,
until i cannot yell any longer.

my voice gets tired,
i cannot speak my point,
i cannot leave though,
i need to prove my point.

i need someone to help me,
when my voice grow tired,
we will stand together,
against the stupidity around us.

next time a heart rolls out into the middle of the hallway.

when i see you,
i see it,
but when you see me,
do you see it too?

i would really hope you did,
but acting so indifferent,
i cannot say i see,
if you do indeed.

these words, i hope
will show on my face,
when i do see it,
so you see too.

do i have to make
more obvious because
i dont think i can.
im not an outright person.

but i hope you see it
like i do, so we
can walk hand in hand,
next time i see you.

somewhere, the obvious.

the obvious,
they say they can see it,
can you?
or do you not want to.

i want to feel,
the feeling,
if it is being
reciprocated.

i dont want to feel
this feeling alone.
i want to feel
that i belong in someones heart.

this is not a spur of the moment opinion.

in my mind,
you're all mapped out,
i can comprehend,
but you're hiding something.

we all are,
i just hope,
you can tell me,
and ill listen.

i always will,
its not hard,
ill give you a hand,
believe me.

i want this,
i want to help,
not suddenly,
but completely.

you can believe, believe completely.

surrounded,
just ignore it,
ignore it all,
i can help.

just stare into my eyes,
tell me what you're thinking,
and ill say whats
on my mind.

i cant believe,
that we cant do it,
feel like that,
it seems so easy.

like writing on paper,
with this sharpie,
it just flows,
and i hope we can too.

i think we can flow,
the truth will be
necessary,
but i already know so much.

in my mind,
you're all mapped out,
i can comprehend,
but you're hiding something.

we all are,
i just hope,
you can tell me,
and ill listen.

i always will,
it's not hard,
ill give you a hand,
believe me.

i want this,
i want to help,
not suddenly,
but completely.

next time, say it.

i feel like swearing,
until i cant breathe,
so i can't except,
the terrible things you've done.

the way i feel,
miserable to a much higher degree,
make me want,
to lay in bed all day not moving.

just understand,
you can change all that,
with one little word,
please say it next time.

afraid all help.

sleep deprived,
i lay here,
mind want something other than body,
im afraid.

im afraid,
of life and love,
and think about it frequently,
but thats all i can do.

all i can do,
is not very much.
but i do what i can,
and i hope it helps.

a warm love i embrace.

sweaters,
i embrace,
warm, comfortable,
beautiful.

it is the same,
as many others,
but unique,
in every way.

i like them,
in every color.
but one,
one i love.

can i do something that matters?

i sit,
i stare,
on this brick ledge,
i recline.

i think,
i obsess,
on this brick ledge,
action i can't do.

i sti here,
on this brick ledge,
and think,
about everything.

but i wish,
i could do,
something,
something that mattered.

the reality stone.

loving gestures,
i see everyday,
flowers or
a hand to hold.

conversations,
and hugs,
i see it.
i see it.

and the way i see it,
everything goes my way,
reality,
what i sigh i take.

reality,
not so moldable,
not so flexible,
set in stone.

help, be there.

for what,
may i ask,
shall you explain,
i do inquire.

i need to know,
perhaps i can help,
perhaps i cannot,
but its good to know.

either way,
i want to help,
let me please,
please, i beg.

i can do whatever,
if its what you need,
its good to know,
i can help.

just ask,
you know,
and i can show up,
i'll be there.

the death of one precious?

charge,
crush,
crackle,
kill?

not meant,
that,
it wasnt,
no.

tragedy,
terror,
tangled,
trash?

no, its precious,
it?
i mean he.
he is precious.

my friend, the truth is on the inside, ignore the lies.

that outer shall,
smiles and laughs,
black jackets,
i dont care.

inside,
im crying,
i need you,
but you're blind.

outside,
i stare,
simply gaze,
and your glance.

crosses over mine,
i pretend,
i wasnt staring,
but i was, i was.

the inner love,
it's true,
the need i have,
its true.

that tedious telephone.

ring ring,
who?
oh no,
ignore.

ring ring,
yes!
what should i say?
i can't.

ring ring,
not again!
go away!
ah!

ring ring,
hello?
i like you.
oh im sorry.

i didn't, no,
i didnt mean...
im sorry...
bye.

freshie my start.

dawn,
new day,
let's begin,
once more,
fresh start.

morning,
sleepy eyes,
awake?
definitely not.
fresh start.

noon,
ah a break,
laugh,
smile,
see.

afternoon,
almost over!
time,
go, go,
faster, faster!

night,
uncertainty,
it's charm,
it's better in the dark.
fresh start for love.

smile

i shall be here,
yes, i shall,
when you decide to turn,
i smile.

you shall,
we shall,
your eyes,
sparkling.

the clock runs,
faster, faster,
not enough time,
lets run!

run far!
where time,
don't hurry,
slow down, smile.

i wait, i need.

tick tock,
the door,
no,
the door.

is that...
no,
sigh,
the door.

wait,
dark hair,
dark eyes,
a smile.

wait,
i shall,
indeed,
i shall.

tick tock,
need,
i do,
him.

walk,
walk!
the door,
no.

the prisoner i am.

la la la la,
understand me,
no listening,
yes, i do so.

i do not care,
for no one does,
prison i'm in,
my own bedroom.

blinds closed tightly,
no light is on,
in darkness i
sit silently.

siletly, i
ponder on things,
things about you,
things about life.

alone, i sit,
in my prison,
i don't get up.
quietly sit.

in sadness, i write.

noone cares,
noone is here,
to care,
or help.

shrieking music,
a dirty room,
a silent pillow,
are here.

noone cares,
noone is here,
when the tears of my soul,
pour relentlessly.

not one word,
to help,
of care,
of love.

you aren't here,
but neither is,
anyone else,
blame i cannot.

but i still,
want you here,
holding my hand,
wiping my tears.

my tears,
that spill,
the Nile,
in flood season.

yes, it is bad,
how i feel,
it is bad,
indeed.

and the ear-piercing,
song gives me a headache,
i slowly fall, fall, fall,
fall asleep in sadness.

a person.

i wish i had,
someone,
someone to share,
these feelings with.

my sadness,
my joy,
my love,
to share.

that one person,
i could share,
it all with,
it all.

i need an outlet,
an input,
a loving gesture,
a caring hand.

stays my dream.

this dream i have,
so wild,
so scary,
so exciting.

i yearn for it,
think of it,
constantly,
frequently.

its an exciting dream,
and i see it often,
and imagine it,
beautiful and crazy.

one way i see this,
and i see you everyday,
and i smile,
and i laugh.

this one dream i have,
i keep so carefully,
but i will not do,
this dream.

for it requires you,
and the dream i have,
may not be returned,
so its stays my dream.

and i will try,
to keep this dream,
for as long as possible,
for my soul's sake.

for this dream i have,
i love so dearly,
keep so carefully,
stays my dream.

not breathing anymore.

as i gasp for breath,
the pain in my ribs,
makes my headache,
seem like a joke.

i lay there wishing,
i could scream outloud,
but the pain is
pinning me down.

my heart quickly slows,
and my gasps quiet,
and i lay there,
slowly dying.

5 4 3 2 1,
the pain slowly leaves,
the morphine i
can quickly guess.

but i remember,
the pain and the source,
and i do not
feel like breathing.

Anymore.



PS for this one i was trying to work with rhythm. for this one its a 5544 for all the stanzas except the last line which is 3 because it needed to stand out to make any effect.

won't trade.

my tender soul,
my loving heart,
lifted from the,
deep, dark depths.

the hope was there,
the happiness appeared,
like a rabbit from
a magician's hat.

my mind tried to,
grasp the feeling,
that flowed and,
flooded.

it was entirely new,
this way i felt,
at times happy and,
others utterly gloomy.

but with feeling,
like these came,
someone
someone...

i wouldn't trade
for the world.

unimportant.

as i sit here,
lounging on a bench,
unimportant,
as ive always been.

i seem to wonder,
and see,
all the different beauties,
around me.

the way a group of people look,
as they hurry to work,
or a simple sidewalk,
lined by lampposts.

i wonder,
how insignificant,
i seem to be,
sitting here,
on this bench.

i could be doing wonders,
helping the world,
finding the perfect place,
that would benefit more,
than just me.

i could be anything i want,
some things already ruled out,
by the actions behind me,
and some things i look forward to.

somethings i wished to,
have happened differently,
but regrets shall not rule,
my life.

i shall look forward,
to the way i can be,
and the way i will be,
and the ways i refuse not to be.

Where I'm From (9th grade assignment)

I am from a frigid region,
The heart of a growing city.
I am from kites in the backyard,
Gliding and flowing.
I am from a large backyard tree,
And the ambitious house within,
Which we climbed,
And laughed in.
I am from a backyard fence,
Plain and simple,
But carried many memories,
And friendships made.
I am from candies with foreign names,
Which my mother gave willingly.
I’m from rumors and lies,
And all the grief they caused.
I’m from “I love you,”
And “How was your day?”
I am from the gifts my parents bestowed,
And the privileges they gave me.
I am from all the moves,
And every place,
That gave me character.
Under my dresser,
There is an album,
With a surplus of pictures,
Of faraway places and people.
I am from these times-
That were given to me-
Before I left for my own way.

Will be

I see you,
looking at me,
i peek and see,
the love in your eyes.

Grasp it and,
never let it go,
mt expectations are low,
but my hopes are high.

just try,
and i will grow,
to let go,
and love again.

with your eyes as proof,
you and me,
we will be,
what i can only dream.

Eagle

a match just lit,
does not give justice,
to the love we had.

More comparable,
to the eagle's soar,
expanse and breathtaking.

Or a toddler,
growing and growing,
for what seems like forever.

but forever doesn't exist,
change is forced,
the eagle has to land.

So to the eagle,
I say farewell to thee,
i shall never forget.