Apr 19

Notre Dame

Apr 16

Ruler of Everything

A broken winged bird
Belly brushing the sapphire sea waves
Flaming feathers licking the twinkling twilight
Yet alone
All alone
With no one but the stars.
A candlelight gathering
With nobody there
But one little girl whose face is lighting up the dark.
The bird is an outcast from his family
A different being
Whom no one understands.
In the world this bird had to fight to be heard
To been seen
To be loved.
But in solitude,
That bird is the ruler of the sparkling sky and of the gaping ocean.

Apr 15

Boxed in

(Written in response to the challenge "Activist" in the workshop, Poetry with Alexandra Contreras-Montesano)

I am underestimated.

People look at me and see an average white American teenager.
13 years old
With medium length brown hair
With a quick smile and and a quicker tongue.

But people never stick around enough to find out more.
Even my closest friends have yet to scratch the surface of my dreams.

I've heard all my life that I'd better marry a wealthy husband who loves me and I'll have a good life.

But maybe I don't want wealth.
Maybe I'm not looking for a Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet
I'm not some damsel in distress.
I can take care of myself thank you very much.

I want to go to college and meet new people
And have new experiances
And learn new things
Apr 14
poem 0 comments challenge: Song

Secrets by One Republic

Look around you
Everything is there
Life is holding things inside me
Words pouring from my mouth
Tell me 
Your secrets
Your hidden thoughts
That you are bottling up.
Tired eyes stargazing
Watching the death of happiness
 What can I do for you?
How can I change the world?
Lips full of secrets
And let them go.
Angels flying somewhere
Whispering in my ear
In your voice.
Your ideas
And thoughts
Run toward the light
Let it embrace you
Hear the music
And let it flow around you
You are free
Flying far, far, far
Into the twilight.
Apr 11

change is possible

Apr 10

Find me please

Broken things
Tears flowing like a river
Tissues stop working

Wake up

Sinking somewhere I never want to see
Black flames engulfing me
Me into a shattered icicle

Give me your hand.

Dusty pink chipped nails
Treading the airy atmosphere
FInd me here
Pick me up
I can't anymore
Like a waterfall 
The cascades dripping down

Are you listening?

Breath in 
Light streaming into closed eyes
Pulling me away from darkness
Stumbling to the surface
Never falling
Clean air 

Apr 09

Looking up

Apr 08

The Phoenix

Eyes like liquid glass
Ruby lips curled skyward
Skin on fire
Molding and making herself
Into something new.
A candle with too much oxygen
Burning brightly
Until there is nothing but ashes.
Grey cold ashes
But then the fiery phoenix.

Apr 08

Why war sucks

I will never be in the army.
I could never die for my country.
I would step away from the bullets streaming toward our politicians.
I don't believe in war.
I know that it exists, but I refuse to support it.
Wars are nothing but a waste of time and energy and people
Valuable people dead
Awash in their own blood.
Imagine having to tell families that their sons and daughters won't ever come home.
Today, my generation doesn't believe in their country.
Sure, I love America but I'm growing up with hate speech ringing in my ears
And pessimistic newscasts of death.
We're learning a twisted definition of democracy
One with maybes and occasionallies
And a whole lot of spilled blood.
Let me be clear though
I am grateful for members of our armed forces for keeping us safe
But I only wish that we didn't need to be protected from anything.