Gift

_{It is the sound of morning birds and cars rushing nearby, the sight of dawn just beginning to caress the sky and beautiful stained glass. It is the smell of fresh mown grass and budding flowers. It’s the taste after raining for hours, and the juiciest fruit you haven’t seen for months. It’s the feel of wind in a warm front and cold water from the hose. It is the only thing I know that has kept me going this long- it is always a gift from God.}

Known

<sub>If I wouldn’t stumble
Trip
Choke
Fumble
So over my words
Thoughts
Emotions
Expressions
Then I am sure you would understand.

But this hand
Tongue
Pen
Mouth
Was not made for you, but for me
And it is so far incompatible with the waves of your wake.

Make no mistake, I will continue to try
Endeavor
Struggle
Attempt
to make myself comprehensible in your mind,
however-

all things in good time, and
me
myself
I would love to make myself known.</sub>

Sunrise

_{It is beneath the rising sun that my mind
empties of everything and simply leaves me behind.
Suddenly I am swimming in sunlit hues,
basking in the glow of red-yellow-blues.
I have almost become
at one with the sun
in this dream,
when someone starts to talk to me.
I am shaken loose of the thought,
and start to walk
away.}


Something random. Ohio has beautiful sunrises. Not so much with sunsets, but it evens out.

Re-Brown

<sub>We were talking in my dream, brown eyed girl and I. Suddenly, I realized the change that had occurred. Her eyes weren't brown anymore; they were dark gold, shadowed amber, the color of fresh earth and bare trees. I became ashamed and apologized for my previous judgments. I don't remember what we said after that, but I do remember thinking that the only thing more dazzling than her eyes was her smile.

This is more like a poetry prose crossover baby thing. Or just prose.
I did have this dream, and I did wake up ashamed of myself.</sub>

Algebra II

<sub>10 lines 9 beats per

I love it when he speaks, consonants
and vowels bent heavy with a thick
accent that colors every word. My
name comes out it technicolor, and
math is suddenly a spectrum of
musical, meaningless sylables.
They say his English is improving,
which translates to me a getting worse-
why fix something like this, when it was
never a problem in the first place?

My math teacher is from the Dominican Republic. I love his accent.</sub>

Homework?

<sub>7 lines 10 beats per

It is after another wonderful
weekend, snow and sledding, dangerous drives,
and moveis. Eyes begin to open wide,
slightly shocked and mostly confused (sometimes
panic). In most cases there is a slow
turn the classmate beside them, asking
in carefully hushed tones, "We had homework?"


I wrote this one after that snow emergency weekend. Totally a true story.</sub>

Brown

<sub>There is a part of me that hates her;
the way she walks, talks, does her hair,
even the way that her nose is the same size as mine
and she pulls it off so much better.
There is a small part of me, also,
that longs to be her-
rich, privileged, confident and
beautiful in ways that I will never be,
no matter how much plastic surgery-
which I can't imagine ever being able to afford-
I might receive.
There is something alluring in the way
that she knows she is materialistic and
simply doesn't care.
"After about six months in the US," she says,
"I have to leave the country or else
I'll explode of boredom."
I smile and nod, thinking about [never] saying,
"That's why your eyes are so brown."



In case you've never heard it- "You're so full of poo, you're eyes are turning brown."</sub>

Weight

<sub>6 lines, 10 beats per

Sometimes, I start to think I'm the perfect
weight for myself; then she comes into my
room and tries on all my new clothes, saying
loud, "They look better on me," or, "If you
hadn't stretched this one out so much, I could
wear it." The saddest part is that she's right.</sub>


I'm sorry- you can't be a completely normal teenage girl unless you feel inadequate at least once.

See

Full title- "There is a Tree in her Soul"


_{if fingertips were tendrils of sunshine seeking leaves or needles, hair soft blowing in the whispery spring-summer breezes- no need for brushes or combs, head of treetop foliage hair canopy can grow long tall alone, free of telephone wires or salons or hair ties- There wouldn't be any unnaturally tall or strangely short trees, only friends of different genus or species sharing the same space climate zone and CO2- so it would be with me and you, no worry over same interests- soil or sand, your favorite band is out of the question here- So, my dear, the question you posed to me of positioning, feet in the air head in the ground, and the direction of growth- I have found that instead I have been wondering (with sincere curiosity)- if you were a tree upside down, what would you see?}

Figuratively

_{If I spoke figuratively
figuring
you understood
universal expansion
manifest destiny
manifesting itself
in some way, inside of me-
acqaintance, friend, better friend,
until I am full of you and your face,
counting the days
until I see you next.
The probability
that you probably
understand
is low, I know-
and though your hand
holds mine,
I cannot push away
the voice in my mind
that says, "He
is only temporary."}

Judge

<sub>18 lines, 6 beats per


I'm not sure if he means
to be disrespectful,
but sometimes I just can't
stand it when he opens
his mouth and says something
stupid. I cannot judge,
I am aware of this.
He does make a lovely
sound, whenever he is
in the mood for singing.
Perhaps he will be the
one in heaven, praising
God with that beautiful
voice, and I will be left
on Earth, shaken by grief,
probably crying,
definitely watching
silent and listening.</sub>

Listen

_{There is a girl I know
with eyes like windows to her soul-
she speaks to me of growth,
and I love
to listen.}


Someone drew a picture of it for me~<3

Request

<sub>7 lines 7 beats per

"Write me a poem about
love and confusion," she said.
I accepted her request,
understanding inside that
fondness is never without
some sort of bewilderment;
in fact, they go hand in hand.
Who has loved sans confusion?</sub>



At least, that's how I see it. If everything just falls in place for you, that's great.

Hats

_{Home is not where your heart is or
Where you hang your hat,
For my heart has been divided and
I have no hats
(except for those
I wear in snow).
I would rather have it so that
Home is where I live.
That way, no matter where I move,
My heart is with me too
(and my hats).}


Just a cute little thing.

Lifeline

<sub>3 lines 11 beats per

If I had the courage, perhaps I would have
Spoken the words I thought nearly constantly-
“You are my lifeline- without you, I would drown.”</sub>

PMS

_{I am all sharp edges and angles, invisible spines bristling at the thought of human contact- I am your worst nightmare in teenage female form, angry eyes and hostile posture, body language screaming, “Do not come near me!” So back away, all you well meaning but temporarily small brained just trying to be friends- just let me hide away until this cycle ends.}


It happens to the best of us... and me.

Meagan

3 stanzas, 3 lines 7 beats per

<sub>She is swirls of scheduled some-
times and wonderful colors.
Distance cannot dilute her.

If there is a show- she has
heard of it, read the reviews,
and grown a strong opinion.

Words are sharper on her tongue.
Nerd buddy, therapist, and
sharer of brainwaves- Meagan</sub>

I was supposed to post this March 7th, since that was her birthday, but... I didn't.
Obviously.
But I broke it up into three stanzas because I've known her three years & her birthday is 3-7 hence the 3 lines & 7 syllables per bit.
So clever of me.

White

<sub>6 lines, 9 beats per

I love it when the rooftops are white,
and blend into the stark winter skies.
It is possible to imagine
that in between them, there are no lines,
but only the blank winter canvas
promising to be filled in by Spring.</sub>

Bed

_{It is laying in two feet of snow
that I realize,
whether crystals of ice
or leafy bough
nature already provides
the best beds I know.}



So, just got over a level three snow emergency in this part of town. In case you're one of the lucky folks who don't know what a level 3 is, it's when you're not allowed to go out on the roads because it's too dangerous. Only emergency vehicles or cops, hence the fact that you can be arrested if caught driving.
I love sleeping in snow~♥

Greed

_{I cannot help but hold you close,
and never want to let you go.
Greed, we know, a sin of man,
is also a sin of mine.
I will watch the numbers grow,
smile and think,
“This belongs to me.”}




I can't help it- I like money. Which is ironic, considering that I'm poor...