You Are To Me

Someone I can talk to and trust,
I cherish all our conversations,
Everything we’ve discussed.

A diamond in the rough,
In a “world so cold,”
Having you is fair enough.

Someone with whom to identify,
Someone to tell everything,
Even if we don’t always see eye to eye.

A best friend, who’s always there,
To listen and talk,
Someone like this is, oh, so rare.

I always enjoy being with you.
Someone with whom to have fun,
And also, gain a new point of view.

My senses you mystify,
With all you do,
My hear you “stupefy.”

I can share with you,
My thoughts, my fears,
My whole life too.

Me feelings for you,
Sometimes hidden and confused,
Are all still true.

Ode to the Flaming Toaster

Once upon a time…
My pop tart exploded.
I didn’t mean for the toaster to be loaded.
Cherry chunks stuck everywhere,
It became as a nightmare.
Was on the phone with Zach,
He had a laughing attack.
There were now flames shooting out,
As I was dashing about.
I shook it in the sink,
As the burnt began to stink.
At this point the toaster was still in flame.
I turned it over, but my attempt was lame.
All at once, I hung up the phone
And got to work, now that I was alone.
While the toaster set in the sink,
I turned on the water to give it a drink.
The flames went out with the water,
And the toaster ceased to get hotter,
Although, the pieces were still stuck,
And with the watter, began to turn to muck.
I began to scrape it out with a knife,
As if to save my life.
When most of it was gone,
I let out a large yawn,
And put the toaster back,
…Until its next attack.

love

love,
i think it is.
some time or another,
it comes after us all.
you never know who or when,
why or how,
it just happens.
everyone finds their own way
to express it.
some through affection,
some through poetry, music, song, dance
some through death or other ways.
when love picks you,
you can run, can hide, but
you can't get away.
once you know it, you can't deny it.
it is horribly lovely and
sweetly painful.

SI

Hi there again, my friend.
Have you come to take away my pain?
Or cause me more?

I trusted my life with you,
Everything was so much better.
For a while anyway.

Then I became obsessed with you.
I wanted you with me always.
For a while I neglected other things.

I wish I could have kept you,
They made me let go.
But sometimes I wonder…

Haven’t seen you for such a time,
I’m beginning to miss you.
Maybe I should invite you back.

I see you’ve made other friends, too.
Don’t hurt them like you hurt me,
Let them go while they have a chance.

I don’t know what to do about you,
In memory, you’ll remain with me forever,
However, the evidence will never stay.

When I Give In

I will not succumb to this,
You cannot make me,
I will not give in.

But, oh, you’re so tempting.
I must resist,
I cannot give in.

What if I did?
What would it hurt?
I shouldn’t give in

I think I’m slipping,
I’m getting closer
to giving in.

I’ve done it again.
Why do I allow myself
To give in like this?

I know better.
I only end up hurting,
When I give in.

She Just Laughed

I can’t believe her,
She just laughed.

I couldn’t tell her,
I thought it would break her heart.

But, when she heard,
She just laughed.

She couldn’t have expected it,
But, she just laughed.

Moments

Moments of anger, moments of rage,
Sometimes the tears take over,
I sit and think about things,
In my mind, turning them over.

What's wrong with me?
I'm a happy person
Until the other side takes over.
Am I a skitzo person?

I am beautiful, I know that
My problems aren't like others
Teen girls have beauty issues
I'm not like this, I'm one of the others.

This is a poem to myself
To help me find myself out
I need to see who I am
So I can let this person out.

Writing is a big part of my life
For me it's a relief
Let's me express my mood,
It's a harmless sort of relief.

Poetry

Poems are my diary,
I write differently than most.
People ask if they can read,
Usually, no…
Again, it’s like my diary.
No one reads one,
So the other?

Sometimes they rhyme,
Sometimes they are just thoughts
broken by a new line.
I write what I think,
feel,
have felt,
see,
and anything else.

Poetry is freedom of speech,
Say what you want,
How you want.
Write it whenever, wherever.
In you own form
And fashion.

Do not ever
Condem someone’s poetry.
Even if it’s not how you write.
Even if it doesn’t rhyme.
You don’t understand it,
Don’t condem it,
Leave it alone.

Emotions

Cold rain drops,
Falling on my face,
Wondering who I am,
As I stare off into space.

Warm tear drops,
Running down my cheek,
Help me up please,
I'm feeling so weak.

Cool rain drops,
Splashing on my face,
Wondering what's happening,
As my heart begins to race.

Hot tear drops,
Searing down my cheek,
I cry, and cry,
I think I've sprung a leak.

Hot, Cold, Warm, Cool,
It's all running into one.
All these sensations,
Have just begun.

Something Wrong With Me

I want to tell
someone
But who? How?
What do I explain?
I don’t know (what’s wrong)

Who do I trust
to tell
It’s not that I don’t
trust
people
I just don’t know who I can
trust
I want to tell…
it would help me
know how I feel
…listen?

I want to get this out
There must be
something wrong
with me
I’m sure.