Jun 30

The beginning of my summer

Have you ever seen a map of a persons mind?
Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you,
but catch them try to draw a map of a childs mind,
which is not only confused,
but keeps going 'round all the time?
And that map is Never land.
There are zigzag lines on it,
with astonishing splashes of color here and there,
and coral reefs and rakish-looking boats,
and a cave through which a river runs,
and savages and gnomes,
and elder brothers,
and a hut, going fast to decay.
It would be an easy map if that were all,
but there is also the first day at school,
the round pond,
verbs that take the dative,
chocolate pudding,
getting braces,
and so on,
and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through,
and it is all rather confusing,
especially as nothing will stand still
Jun 14

After I died

I was falling, falling into a black abyss, the place of no return. Silence pressed up around me, squashing my very essence into a small, untouchable ball. I could not feel, for I had no arms or legs, or a body, for that matter. I had no mouth to breathe out of, and no eyes to blink. My memory was fuzzy, images flashing by in an instant and never really making sense. Something was coming, racing towards me and calling out my name.
If I could have, I would have screamed. Very loud.
Hovering in front of me was a porcalin mask, but I could see that this was no normal mask. Its smile streached up painfully high, its eyes two diagonal slits in its face. Its thin mouth trembled, as if it was struggling to speak out loud.
Carter. Welcome.
I frantically tried to escape, but I couldn't move. Welcome to what? I thought mindlessly.
To the Other Side. 
Jun 12


I walk into school

Smiling and hoping for the sun to be bright above us

cheering us up

warming our faces

I see you

walking into school

Also smiling

but I can see behind your mask

I can see behind the laughing look in your eyes

and I see that you are







And I look on in silence

Not knowing what to do

Your eyes are dry from crying tears

That you don’t deserve to cry

Look to the light

Look to the better

Look to us

The ones who love you

Because you don’t have to be


You are strong enough to push aside your pain

I know you can

Jun 01

We believe in you

When he said no
I cried a river
You must be feeling a hundred times more
When I squeezed my eyes tight and wished for my feelings for him would die
I know you are feeling a thousand times more
When I watched my tears drip down to the blanket
Your blanket must be soaked
Remember we are here
I am here
Just as you were for me
Stay strong, stand tall
Because I believe in you
We all do
We can be your outlet when you are feeling down 
He is twisted
He is hurting you
He is making you into his own puppet show
Playing with your feelings like they don’t matter
laughing at your misery 
Blinded by his own naive opinions,
not ready to accept the truth.
And the truth is that 
When we look into your eyes, 
we see more than your appearance.
We see who you truly are.
And that is what makes you beautiful.
Ten thousand times more beautiful then her.
May 29
poem 0 comments challenge: Peace

Questions for society

What is our vision of peace?
Is it the raging wars and the echoing sounds of gunshots of our past, present, and future?
Is it the angry protests that fight bravely for ones own beliefs?
Is it the sad eyes that watch their friends suffer from infection and disease?
Is it the shocked silence when someone realizes that their childs school has been threatened by a troubled person and a gun?

What can it really be?

Is this what we have really become?

We can do better then this.
War may be an universal language,
and people might be willing to hurt innocents,
but it is no excuse.
We are overwelmed and overrun with issues to sort out,
we should do it quickly and equally.
We are running out of time, society.
Something must be done,
before its to late.


May 29

Some writing prompts for 2019-20

Write about someone who wishes to touch the moon. Describe vividly how they admire the moon, and why they want to reach it. You can start or finish with the line "I only wish to touch the moon."

Describe a world that you would find practically perfect. 

Think about a time when you got in an argument with a friend or family member. How did you solve it? What really has stuck with you sense then?

Think about how you are different from everyone else. What makes you stand out? 

You are a famous fashion designer. What are some of your greatest acomplishments? 

Three wishes
If you were blessed with the chance to have three wishes that would all come true, what would you do?

May 29


I hear your laugh
trying to be with her
I hear your voice
trying to impress her
It makes me so sad to see
you looking at her 
instead of me
sitting in the back of the classroom
as if to sit with your friends
but you only have eyes for her
I have my heart in a sling
waiting for it to mend
but it has been broken for so long now
I don't think it will ever heal
words can cut deep as knives
misery can cause you to be blinded by pain
Depression can suck all the color out of life
stuck in a black and white canvas
waiting for my broken heart to heal
that gaping hole in my chest
the one that will never stop bleeding
If you cause me so much pain
why do I still want you?
May 28

Second life

There is no one to go to
there is no one to talk to
there is no love song to relate to
and it makes me feel so utterly alone
I glance at them across the room
then feeling my heart drop slowly down to my feet
it will just be like before
it will be right back to square one 
it will be the death of me 
second death
reopening the scared and bruised hole in my chest 
leaving me just as empty 
And if my future takes the path that I predict 
then I will only be reliving my past
and my heart ache will only double
leaving the boiling storm clouds to open
rain thundering down
leaving me shocked, cold, and broken.
and if I am cursed with a second life
I’ll be sure to remember you 

May 03


When I look into its horrible glassy surface
I see someone staring back at me
they are contridicting my every move
watching me
taunting me
the living copycat trapped in glass
They mime my every move!
It makes me angry and panicked to see
the mysterious person looking at me
through the mirror
what do they want?
I ask myself.
But no answer ever comes.
So I avoid the one watching in the mirror
because I have no where else to hide!

May 03
poem 0 comments challenge: Wordgame


It's sweet rhythm sings merrily in my ear
and I let go of my fears
dancing around
in my own world
where the only thing for all the eye to see 
is my pure joy and happiness
and when that spell is broken
an echo of the precious melody still plays in my head
a forever echo
a lonly ghost
the ghost of my music
which is my gateway out of reality
and into the oblivion