Poet Introduction Poetry has always been a part of me, beginning in middle school. There is always some truth behind every piece that I write. It helps to be aware of what goes on around me as a writer and as a person.
In this grave lays the girl who had tried Too hard and her plea for help was never Heard over the sound of the world that Kept moving. People claim to have cried, But they never knew she was so clever, Free spirited and kind. She never sat
On the sidelines like everyone else. She Was quiet, but no one knew she was lost On the inside. She wandered from love to Happiness to anger and sadness. The sea Carried away all her sorrows, but the cost Of love and life was too much as she grew
I looked for love in the wrong places, Down dark allies or unfamiliar terrain. I looked for love in the familiar faces I had seen before. I looked in the rain. I searched for it in the sunshine and All I had to was look at where I stand.
People say love comes to you when You least expect it. My best friend Said it will find you. Sometimes you Have to reach out and touch it. Rain Tries to drown it as fire tries to bend It. Unexpected love is the color blue.
Make love to me, not with just The actions, but with the words Too and it is when you thrust Yourself inside of me that birds Chirp and cry out. All the moans Become you feel so damn good as Our moans turn into deep groans. As my green eyes and your topaz Eyes meet in the middle of ecstasy It feels like we are both coming to Home base this time as we barely Catch a breath. We let out the zoo.
When I was ‘bout 13 years old Younger than you are now I was leaving our only family home.
I said goodbye to our ratty, Yet warm and welcoming house. I also said goodbye to The faded and chipped red painted barn, Occupied with the clucking of the rooster And the loud noises of the other animals. I was longing and aching to touch them One last time, Before I said goodbye To them for the very last time I grew up with them I have loved and cherished them As if they were a part of my family.
My green eyes, reflected through The color of my grandma’s eyes And those before me. Like emeralds and other gems Thrown into the ocean. Like The soft blades of grass running Through my fingers. Something So rare and unusual, but still Beautiful and captivating. Only 2% of the population Has them. I am one of those People.
Be myself in a world that is filled With too many people who pretend To be someone else. Be a light in A dimmed or dark room. I build Myself back up when I spend Time getting knocked down. Grin And smile even when I just want To hide away for a little bit. No one Can ever take away my dream or My hope. Spend time and energy On those who deserve it. The sun Is right there in the way I ignore Self-doubt and killers. Yesterday Is in the past and I am walking Towards a better tomorrow. I am Letting the truth spill out...
In some perfect world there would never be Any darkness. As dystopian sunlight filters In from the outside people try to break free From society’s chains and yearlong winters. People see endless despair and no hope for A perfect world. We all pray for an open door.