Poetry

Nothing lives here anymore
Nothing remains 
We all grew up 
And went our own ways 
And nothing is left to prove we 
Ever were there 

Your bike was given to your little brother 

The sun hangs high, a golden blaze,
Filling the sky with unblinking gaze.
It watches over the land, fierce and bold,
Turning the ground to burnished gold.

I’ve been getting unreasonably upset recently 

I don’t know what's wrong with me 

Everything comes out as a silent plea 

I lay in bed at night,

thinking about my day.

For the mean whispers and comments hurt me

More than I am able to say.

The following morning is not better.

The sun is out, not a cloud in sight.

"Oh little girl,"

They say with distain 

Usually followed by a suggestion on how to change myself 

But I don't want to change 

"Oh little girl,"

With tears in their eyes 

Blue and black blur as the football spirals through the air, 

My hands outstretched, 

The ball tumbling closer and closer. 

I drop it. 

I don’t think enough people 

Consider the value of being nice.  

Hold a door open for 

Someone you don't know. 

Give a sandwich to 

I hope every time 
You see the stars at night
Painted on that black Texas sky 
You think of me 

I hope you think of me 
When you see the mountains 
And how they're framed by the sky

Warriors seldom survive the toughest storms, but as they watch their kin fall. 

I wonder what I look like

In your eyes.

What I look like

In your dreams. 

Maybe I'll be gone,

But please carry on. 

Don't be shadowed in the dark,

How can you not see,

The true feelings deep in me.

The hard ache of hiding,

It's still not subsiding.

Lying to myself 

"Just put the thoughts on a shelf."

Please stop pretending that you can't tell,

They say it will pass

They say I'll feel better 

"Time will fix it"

"Just put her pictures in a shredder"

But it's not that easy

To just "move on"

I don't think you ever really can