Perhaps I wait in the dark while you roam,

You talk and act and sing and lie

While I, well I… I can’t help but stay still

And sit quietly and to the side and sigh

There are differences between us, it should be clear to see

But why judge me when I was once you?

When I was the outgoing friend, who would do everything you now do

And you were me, the silent word who everyone would simply let be

It’...

A smile that blossoms from your heart, and eyes comparable to rain, with hands that are made to help, you’re the kind of indescribable that makes me want to understand you more than anything....

Too bad for the redwood that lies far from its grove

Whose limbs stretch toward the omnipotent sky;

begging dearly and frantically to be relieved of its blight.

No sky succumbs to pleas of the few

Only yielding to the maple forest's cry.

Tall and brute is the crimson bark

Protruding, akin to a trunk among twigs.

And when all imploring fails

That is when the

magnificent, remarkable, beautiful red...

The clouds don’t roam

The sky doesn’t glisten

The birds don’t hum

As now, nobody cares to listen.

But there is a bit of beauty that arrives

From the vacancy

Of our current lives

For now, no clouds cover the sun’s light

With the sky being filled with children’s kites

And the array of birds soar to their new destination

Nothing has changed or been lost

It’s just a shift in interpretation....

I hate the way

I hate you.

In the same way I despise eating

I try to love it so bad

But my patience is fleeting.

For when jealousy kicks in

All my admiration for you

Trickles, streams, then pours away

And once again, I'm demoted to

Number 2....

(This writing consists of a few thoughts I, and I'm sure others, have had in the past and is a bit deeper and darker than others I've written. I'd truly appreciate it if you'd express some of your thoughts on what I've written!)

Why do I write? Is it so I can feel better about my inability to do anything? Or perhaps, it is so I can put my feelings onto a page and call it a day, lett...

The group of geese gather around

A new place to call home they've found

Somewhere far away

From the place they used to lay

They no longer live in fear

Of the winter drawing ever so near

Nor the thought of the falling snow

Covering up all they know

They left behind their not-so-distant past

And found a place their happiness can last

All it took was one strenuous flight

For their days to be filled...

The early morning moon

struggles to wake even a doe

Yet the blaring of my alarm

shakes the exhaustion out far too soon

Already by 2nd block

Drawings run up and down my forearm

and my hands

stay stained with chalk.

I do my work quietly to the side

while admiring this moment

My friends entertain

and laugh

paying no thought to how

our time together is being drained.

Two more months left

until we ...

Quiet.

No noise to irritate

The emotions of the day

f a d e

And there are no more people left to hate.

You're left with nothing

and maybe nothing is nice,

Because nothing

becomes everything to someone who has

too much.

Too much they need

to get away from

Too much they

want to ask of others

Too much they

feel.

Yet, so little to lose

once asleep.

...

I take pride in my hands

my elegant fingers, long nails, and

soft skin

I take pride in how they are not like yours,

your burly, tasteless,

rough hands.

I take pride in how healthy I am

Always asking

for a tall glass of water at meals

to ensure my delicate skin stays hydrated.

I'm happy with myself when I'm reminded

of how considerate I am,

and how I don't wince after

I feel your coarse hands bru...