Aug 28

Soundless

     The music playing softly in the background, the chirping of birds and frogs,the rush of cars on the highway. One day, they are all gone, the only thing I hear are the vioces inside of my head, the world around me has lost it's sound, o body makes any sense. I tell them they have no sound, the world has no music, they just look at me and open and close their mouths like fish. Everything is still, I can't hear the fire alarm when it rings anymore, can the other students still hear it?
Jul 30

Two Truths and a Lie

Jul 30

Two truths and a lie

Jul 25

Collaboration

As a singer who's on YouTube, it would be cool to have a collaboration with many people. There are many singers out in the world and I can't wait to expand what I have. The type of collaboration I'm looking for is basically any singer/songwriter who would love to share their art with me or we could sing a duet of any kind. That is what I'm seeking in a collaboration in the future.
Jul 23

The Lessons and Impacts of Soccer

Soccer has always been my sport. I mean, since I was teeny tiny I've been playing and enjoying soccer. My number: 13. Always. To others, it's bad luck. To me, it's a way of showing people I can defy the odds and do things my way, with the number 13 as my lucky number. 
Jul 23

Everything Lost?

When you are about to find your one source of hope, the one idea that you think might solve everything, there will always be a barrier to block that hope from ever coming into your heart. There is a pain, that flows through me, the loss of everything that I wanted to achieve, everything I strived for. And nothing is worse, than that pain being brought back by another source of hate, disencouragement, and fear of another being.
Jul 22

Something Valuable

As I'm moving houses, I really don't have any valuable objects in my room at the moment. Something that I used to have in my room that I absolutely adored was the piece of poetry that got submitted to the newspaper last year. If someone was to look at the piece on my door about 50 years from now and they didn't know that it was my room, they wouldn't see the importance to that one piece of poetry on the wall from a random kid.
Jul 15
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Who Is Me?

Who Is Me? Me is Me,
That’s why the items below define me. It’s not completely clear on the outside of the photograph, but it’s clear on the inside. So to show why those somewhat everyday items represent me, I decided to put it in my favorite form of text. A quote..

Me

Jul 12
poetry 0 comments challenge: Me

Call me Ze

I live in borrowed skin
belonging to a girl
in love with dresses and daytime.
She sits in my mind,
dead to all else,
telling me how to pretend.

She has faded fast as
these months have passed,
little more than a murmur
when I need her.

I don’t want to need her.

I don’t want to have replaced her.

She deserved a life,
longer than the short years
She was given:
full of sunshowers and starfire,
Jul 05

My Expectations For Best-Selling Authors

Some big-time authors are just plain stupid. 
Jul 04

Dancing Leaves

The leafs quietly whisper to one another
 few dance down spinning, the wind as their dance partners

The trees sing praise and reach into the sky
grasping for the clouds they will never reach.
The bark is rough on my soft skin

The mossy earth smells new,
with the tears of the clouds.
The sky's gift to the world. 

Flowers dot the forest floor with patches of color in the uniformed green. 
Jul 01

Outside

A bird sings to its lover
You complete me
complete me
complete me.

Sits and sings and waits.

A distant chipmunk smiles,
scurrying up trees and along moss,
searching, ever searching
and laughing.

A neighborhood dog barks,
and another, too, must speak.
They long to run,
if only,
if only,
if only.

A cat wheezes softly,
his damaged nose whistling cartoonishly
He is happy,
Jun 14

Dear Character

Jun 14

Childhood Wisdom

Jun 14

Future Relics

Jun 14

Fanfiction

Jun 14

Senseless

Jun 14

Tweet

Jun 14

Grief

They say there are four stages of grief: denial, anger, manipulation/bartering, and acceptance. Write a poem in four parts, one from the voice of each of these stages, either about a period of grief you have gone through or as a fictional character.

Extension: Write from the voice of grief itself.

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