lower back treasure

Treasure put on the girls lower back
Forever sealed to her skin
Blue and white in the shape of rose
Red burning flames all around the shape.

Tramp stamp it’s know for
But to the girl it’s known for everything.

Strength. Chosen her lower back
Love. Chosen her lower back
Peace. Chosen her lower back
Courage. Chosen her lower back

shattered love

Flames of the heart burn
Oh how she wishes you knew
What you really meant to her
Before everything shot up

BOMB
All she remembers
All gone in thirty seconds
All she used to know. Laying there
DEAD

Stepped in front of her
Now she wonders:
Who to blame

Was it your best friend or was it the gun man?

unhumanness

Remembering and forgetting, all just human things
Can you still have them when you feel unhuman?
Walking with only one step but having both

I remember tiptoeing downstairs early morning
Sneaking out for school
Where my life begins

I forget where I realized I’m in charge
Of who I am, how I live, what I do
Yet trapped like puppet feeling unhuman.

R.I.P poetry

Too many thoughts are like a swirling
whirlpool in the little mermaid
Swimming all around the paper yet can’t fit together
Picking one topic would just be a disaster
A poet is a multiplying parasite.
Untouched leads to plagiarism
(couldn’t have helped this poem)
Taking away my partying life like Jason Vorhees watching
his victims scream to death
Oh why oh why am I having so much difficulty
Please oh please make this stop
STOP!

dream box remix

teary eyes dancing around the room
ending on a box, this box is not just a box
its where your dreams lay, your heart stops
there's nothing I can do but stand there tearing over it

watching it disappear going under drowning in your good-bye river
holding my breath not saying those words you want to hear waiting for my lungs to fall with yours putting your box next to mine

Teary eyes dancing around the room ending on a box
your box closing every inch it can forever closed to decay
loving you till my last dance on this earth

Exploring the planets up above watching over until the day I join you forever
see that box reappear in front of my eyes
holding inside to dance once more around the room in the air with you

This is my good bye letter to you
don't forget me where my letter is tattooed to my heart
forever with your name

paradise somewhere out there

Smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me.
Back home, a tear in the screen like a mouth
Of the paradise that was not.
A golden raintree holds in my mind
and on the surface of my sight
like a hand
Men who have never touched a whippet.

my brain can be turned off and on

My brain is like neon
Seen for miles
Little light beams
shinning in every direction off the broken glass
Hopefully to land in the stars I set when the switch goes on
Turn it off and you’ll see who controls my dreams
You’ll be surprised to know it’s truly me

The one who rules my design
My posters of tattoos that lies in my brain
My brain is like a neon sign
On a route of dream train

Running all night long in the dark
Not a scare to see well riding to the destination
My brain is like a neon sign glowing in the dark
Heading to the land of all stars in one station

high school journey

Around 2006 I enter high school. Few friends entering with me. walking in with my dad helping me find my way around the hundreds of rooms that I now called my classes.
Around 2007 I enter high school the second time. More friends and a boyfriend. Walked the halls with my first love looking in hundreds of rooms looking for my classroom.
Around 2008 I enter my high school. More classmates and no boyfriend. Walked the halls with my classmates walking to the classes we now know by heart.
Around 2009 I enter high school for the last time. More friends, classmates, and a boyfriend. Walking all together walking into the last couple of hundred classes I will see. Leaving my high school, leaving my friends, leaving my boyfriend, leaving everything
Around 2010 starting new! New school, new faces, new buildings, new land, new friends, new teachers, new boyfriend, new me.


not my best work but I'm trying somethings new now that i have been in poetry class.