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.