If I annoy you,
Then let my words be few.

Mwuahahaha, this is a ten-word
And there's four left.

He says, "How many trucks will wreck
On that one stinkin' highway?"
"Many more," I said, "and then the world will end
And no more trucks will wreck on that highway."

Close your eyes, and now you're here
The world I build around me
It exists when I am not
And I create my surroundings.

The sky is blue and sparrows sing
The sun never sets to darkness
No matter the weather without my world
Within the sunlight sparkles.

Whether a lie or fairytale
My world keeps me alive
So whenever you feel you need a break
Step on in, just close your eyes.

I don't want to forget
Make a mental note:
Should it be a B?
Or C, D, E, F, G?

Two hundred dollars went toward a guitar
And sixty bought me the hard case
288 songs bought on iTunes so far
No wonder I have so little at this pace.

I'm getting kind of desperate
And that's not a good thing to own
But maybe I wouldn't be gripping so hard
If I didn't know I was alone.

It's so hot in here
I want to rip off the sheets
But then I will freeze.

I lie here in this tortured state
Not sure of how to breathe
And when my chest rises and falls
My soul searches for reprieve.

I said I wanted to go to bed
And the truth is, I did not lie
The only problem was that it
Was extremely hard to try.

There was a big bang
And I realized my safeguards
Were my prison bars.

Okay
fine
I'll
do
a
10-
double
U
poem.
Happy?

One he was the tiger
The other, the tigger
And the other, he was
The housecat with awkward fuzz.

Somehow he had more
Than nine lives, or
This kitty was a fright
That gave Life such delight.

Curiosity killed the cat
And it was the ninth life, at that.

I blinked slowly
And you were gone like the time
Wasted wantonly.

No one is pretty
And no one is beautiful
No one is perfect.

Marred beauty remains
If you search for that wilt rose
Some still cling to hope.

I will go to bed....
I will go to bed when I find the key to existence
I will go to bed when I hear the voice of God
I will go to bed when I find my sanity
I will go to bed when my iPod dies.

You said to me you'd never leave
And I honestly didn't believe you
The sad news is that you were wrong
And sometimes winning isn't fun to do.

My eyes are gonna fail me
Someday I'll need some specs
So maybe I'll do it quickly
Or get contacts like the rest.

There are little tiny fears
Stabbing like pinpricks of light
They don't really hurt but I feel them
As I stay up late tonight.

I'm afraid to be open
I think I should be closed
But the more I try to shut them out
The more I am an in unbloomed rose.

The later it gets, the worse I feel
Fears tucking in the bedsheets
The fact that I'm afraid of the dark
Is one of my lifelong feats.

Anger drives some fears away
But they inevitably return
Maybe if I banished with love
I'd actually learn.

I am on a pastry
I am kneading dough
You could just as well say
That I am on a roll.

.
   There comes a point
   in the dead of night
When all is still without you
   You cannot see
   if you look outside
And the darkness grows about you.

   There is a time
   when the lights go out
And the moon is dead beneath me
   That the dark things crawl
   and come alive
And I wonder what you'll bequeath me.

Hey, I'd stay up all night with you
If you were on the other side
Of this giant beach ball called Earth
'Cause of intimacy I'm terrified.

Did I know my love was small
Even though I felt it was large?
My love was selfish, though
I thought it would recharge.

What is love, anyway?
What is it when it is wrong?
Is it still love when it's misplaced
And you're not singing the same song?

Will I rediscover love
Just like I'm discovering me?
Will it give me hope for the future
Or just be discouraging?

That awkward moment
When they made a bad joke and
Thought I didn't hear.

Ecce! angelus
Ab parve me considit
Eheu! cedit.

I was a superstitious kid
I didn't step on the cracks
I wonder how much I hid
Behind my parents' backs.

And in a tiny way I'm still
The same as I was then
A little girl in for a thrill
Afraid of what's around the bend.

I still wonder if the moon
Affects my moods and caprice
Maybe if I had more room
To breathe, I'd find peace.

Am I as mortal
As the rest of this planet
Or will I linger?

Honest to goodness—
What does that even mean, though?
English idioms.

A bird flew by my window
And I leaned out to see:
The bird was golden coloured
And he had a red wing.

ɪ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀᴘs
ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀᴘs ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ sʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ.
ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ.

I am going to write, my dear
Until my fingers fall off
I'll use paper, pen, and pencil
Or type until I drop.

How many people
Are on Hello Poetry
Anyway? Goodness.

My poems don't have titles
But who likes reading "Unnamed"?
If they were all called "Untitled"
Then they would all look the same!

Titles are so boring
I wish I could paint for each one
A portrait of the image
The poem reminds me of.

If I was better at naming
Then maybe they'd have better names
But as far as I can see
I could as easily call this one "James"

I have a dream
Of a world where names aren't needed
But that won't happen now
Unless I barge on unheeded

I feel very random
Because "Let It Go"'s stuck in my head
It's driving me crazy
I'd rather sing "Let It Burn" by RED

This is me on chai tea
This is me when I've had a long day
I don't care what anyone thinks
I don't care what anyone'll say

I'm really going to do it
I'll write a poem with no name
Maybe it'll be glorious
And maybe it'll be lame.

But whatever happens to it
I think I'll go back to before
When poems and books had names
And titles were nothing more.

Caffeine is a flame
That ignites my strangest thoughts
And makes me look weird.

So I finally saw Frozen
Okay, it's pretty fun
But I really don't see why it's gone
Crazy with everyone.

Scratch the ground and growl at me,
I really can't complain
For you are only looking tough
When you're afraid to be unchained.

Should have held your hand
Just a little bit tighter
So you'd understand.

It was just a game, I said
I didn't think we meant it
A few cute looks, some flirting;
Of pettiness strong scented.

I had a crazy idea
Just a thought inside my head
What if I put down my flower
And you gave me your heart instead?

The look on your face was confusion
And disconcerted interest
You asked to clarify, and then
Slowly lifted your heart from your chest.

I felt mine stop beating
As you placed it in my hands
Dread almost overcome me
That you went with my commands.

This is real, I thought then
And gulped and looked at you
I almost lost my memory
Of what I was supposed to do.

Holding it, I watched it beat
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub
But simply holding it was just
Too boring, I thought with a shrug.

So I tossed your heart up in the air
And I caught it with evident ease
The fear on your face and the horror
Did nothing to me but please.

It was a game, I felt it
As I tossed it up once more
But too high this time I threw it...
and it fell splat on the floor.

I froze. I could not move
For the shock at what I had done;
I couldn't bear to see it there
When it had been all in fun.

I ran as swiftly as I could
To get away from there
Sorrow flooded my frightened heart
I didn't really care.

But as I looked back to the place
Where your heart lay in pieces,
I watched you lift it up to God
Who all broken hearts eases.

Tricksy, you are—false—
We hates it, yes we hates it,
Hates it forever!

So tired, I think
I may have forgotten that
My name is Ashley.

They've turned my life to boredom
By whitewashing all walls green;
I will not let them in my bedroom
Where they'll mess with my dreams.

Don't write poems of
Those you don't want to think of
It just makes it worse.

Poems are indescribable
I believe they have a soul
That spreads throughout the phrases
Inexplicably whole.

I don't want to know
Who you really are
And I don't want to know
How you got this far.

I don't want to see
The way you get it right
And I don't want to see
You without me tonight.

I've got a big day,
A big day planned
But it wasn't planned by me,
Or written by my hand

First I get up at 6,
To get ready for the day
And then I drive myself to school
And go to Band to play.

Then school starts at 8,
The "long dark of Moria"
When I finally get a break after lunch
You'd think I'd sing hallelujah.

But the work really starts at 1,
When I help set up for the meet;
Knowledge Bowl competitions are
Meeting at my school this week.

Finally it'll start at 2,
And my brain will be drilled for answers;
At 5:30, when the meet is done,
I'd be happy enough to dance--or

There's something going on at 6,
That I almost forgot about--
Practice for our biggest show
Choir and band go all out.

At last, eyes closing at 9,
I'll get picked up, I think
Though I drove myself, I'm not sure
How my parents planned everything.

If I survive my day today,
Then I should be alright
Exhausted tomorrow, when I still have
Half of these assignments to cite.

Go to bed
   bump your head
   Don't wake up 'till morning;
Lightning strike
   the house tonight
   It's raining and it's pouring.

Sometimes I wonder
Why I write haikus so much
Maybe I like them.

It kills me because
I know how to make music
But I can't right now.

You never realize
How many great friends you have
Until you're lonely.