Take a real deep breath
You never know how it'll help
Clear the dusty space.

Drip and drop
A river ensues
Carving deep
Sarchasm cues.

From old to new, young to old,
Great lords can be traced
And before their time inevitably comes
Burns their memory unerased.

From the lives of one such man,
Traveling in the call box,
We know the game of chance was won
Because sticky-uppy hair rocks.

Savéd he the rich and poor;
He battled monstrous foes--
And before the eleventh hour struck,
He'd had his share of woes.

Companions in hearts and soul,
He gave of himself so readily;
How could one lose so much
But never lose one's empathy?

His smile warmed the hearts of all,
His pain struck them to the core;
And not one of us didn't dream of the day
He'd show up at our door.

He'd fought his Goliath, like all of us must do,
And waited for the sunrise to appear;
Not one but two hearts beat in his chest,
Which some might think very queer.

He held our hearts and attention,
We watched him victorious with pride;
But as long as he stayed, we loved him
And missed him when Eleven arrived.

From old to new, young to old,
There's always a bit of a shocker:
Regeneration really *****
And you never forget your first Doctor.

Charles told me today—
But don't tell him I said so—
He really likes you.

If I stayed on
All the time
I'm sure I'd run
Out of decent rhymes

Punctuation delights me,
Spelling even more so!
Grammar—ah! Ecstasy;
Sloppy writing?....no.

Oh what do you want?
I can give it to you now.
You only need ask.

AM I JUST OCD
IS THIS ONLY BOTHERING ME
SHOULDN'T POEMS HAVE A RHYME
OR AM I REALLY WRONG THIS TIME?

I'm adding paint to my 'masterpiece'
Just to make you mad
I never like the things I do
Because they're always bad.

Screaming at the world
Will never tell them you have
A beautiful voice.

Van Gogh was outcast
I don't care if I'm unknown
I still love myself.

Among my my dreams
Strange and simple
I wish I could pop
A million pimples.

She gobbles up short stories,
She scoffs down lines of prose;
She reads the long tales through the night—
Bree's appetite plainly shows.

I pull my leg up under myself
Far too often for my knee
It hurts today from yesterday
And it's really bothering me.

Everyone in history
Is playing with their phone
Everyone, I mean literally
So at least I'm not alone.

I don't know
If I'm tired or depressed
But all I know
Is I don't want to leave my bed.

Please, hear my cry, Lord
I cannot hold this in
I feel the guilt of years and years
Can you overlook so much sin?

I'm lost and I can't keep going, Lord
But if you sent a voice from the sky
I feel that I would still disobey
And misunderstand, and lie.

I'm in desperate need of your mercy
For your grace to overflow
No matter how many times I come
The peace always seems to go.

I'm living in fear of messing up
And that's just part of life
I should not live in fear at all
You control the hardship and strife.

Am I losing my mind, or just out of it?
Nothing seems to make sense
But I know I can find my way
If I just focus on your presence.

You lost my poem.
You crashed and left a blank page.
I can't believe you.

All the music runs together
When you listen to an album all at once
It's hard to tell where one song ends
And another begins the trance.

If I had six fingers
I doubt I'd type much better
Than when I go one-fingered
On my iPod writing blank verse.

A new chapter is scary
Like a whole entire new book
My mind's still stuck in the last one
And I don't know how I look.

They haven't had an Asian
In my favourite TV show
If the next companion's ginge, then
I'll **** Vincent van Gogh.

Leave a trail of footprints
Dot the path with crumbs
Shoot the sky with color
Put oxygen in my lungs

Blaze the trees like fire
Ripple the lake with wind
Give me a sign and I'll hear it
Tell me and I'll know I'm sent.

Am I cliche? Or am I someone
Trying to fit in a box?
'Cause the last time I checked, I drew outside the lines
Because being an anomaly rocks.

I was the girl who never got angry
I never was tempted that way
But now I am angered by all that you do
And I'm definitely not okay.

Such a young girl, she was easy to miss
Something of a wonder, you'd never know
Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss
But no one knew how far she'd go. 

They were two hearts too close together
And they were bound to break apart
Thought they'd last forever
But then he took her heart. 

Far away he was taken, that flight
The space seemed a wide abyss
Cried himself to sleep at night 
Such a young girl, easy to miss. 

He healed almost before she'd said 'bye'
His heart unevenly cured
Another had caught his curious eye 
Away from his best friend lured. 

She fought to be his number one once more
The pain so sharp unbearable 
So she left through a one-way door
Thinking her heart incurable. 

Such a young girl, she was easy to miss
Something of a wonder, you'd never know
Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss
But no one knew how far she'd go. 

Their intellect was a magnet toward
The love that grew inside
Their knowledge was a goblet poured
On the adventures they'd leave behind. 

Bliss was not innocence, not this time 
For she well knew where she'd go
Away from it all on the line
They'd raise children of their own. 

But the seed of doubt is sometimes right
It sometimes speeks the truth
But when you're the one doubted it is a knife
And it's only pointing at you. 

Such a young girl, she held on tight
But they really just needed space
To see that they were never right
When they only wanted to erase. 

Such a young girl, she was easy to miss
Something of a wonder, you'd never know
Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss
But no one knew how far she'd go. 

Easy to yearn for, easy to miss
No wonder they grew so fast
I wonder sometimes about this
If they ever mourned her last

Heaven knows how many she missed
Lying awake at night
But how many times was the lenthy list
Requitted when the time wasn't right?

So now they're adding hashtags
To everything under the sun
Don't they know that in the end
These too will be over and done?

I watch as my emotions
Gently roll up and down
That was an understatement
They're faster than I can write down

Give me a picture,
Give me a time
I'll give you a symbol
Give you a sign.

Show me an instance
Show me a way
I'll show you evidence
Show you my say.

Leave me some doubt
Leave me a fear
I'll leave you no worries
Not leave you, I'm here

Every time I roll over
"Nothing to undo" it says
But everything is messed up
I just don't know, these days.

There was a story
I wanted to hide
But escaped no matter
How hard I tried.

I had a scar
I wanted to fade
But it stuck out ugly
And always disobeyed.

There was a memory
I wanted to forget
But the truth was clear then
And I always thought of it.

There was a future
I wanted to be real
But hopeless days before me
Were all that I could feel.

I came across a Healer
He ripped me open wide
And touched all of my hurting parts
And made me new inside.

Now I know a Savior
Who knows you like his own
He can change you just like me
And melt your heart of stone.

Pushing on even when it hurts
Letting go of the pain
That's what makes you more than those
Who just wait out the rain.

I am old, so much older now
And you think you can hurt me?
I am wise, so much wiser now
And I used to have so much mercy.

I may be a small voice,
or a thin voice,
or a soft one
But I will be a loud voice
And a great voice
When the time comes.

You write to share your feelings
So others will see them too
I write because I poem
And rhythm and rhyme, too.

~Close your heavy eyelids now
~~In rolling waves sink deep
~~~Away you go to sail the sea
~~~~And slowly go to Sleep.~~~~
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If I stay up
                     one
                            more
                            ­          minute
I will have
                     one
                            less
                            ­        minute
of sleep.

"Broaden your horizons,"
Said the teacher to the student.
He said, "Fine, I'll do that,
I'll move to another planet."

This morning a song
Was stuck in my head
It stayed until
I went to bed.

You write of sadness all the time
No human feels this wretched!
Perhaps you wish you were pitied still
So pity is your method.

The thing about my mentality is
It isn't very real
Someday, I just hope I look
Just as cool as I feel.

Go the distance
   walk the mile
But don't forget
   to walk with style.

Cold on the inside,
Cold on the out;
How many blue fingers
Can you count?

˙uʍop ǝp!sdn s!
ǝslǝ ʎpoqoN
ʍou pǝpuǝdsns
ɯ,I 'ƃu!ƃuɐH

uʍoɹɟ pǝʇs!ʍʇ ɐ oʇ
uɹnʇ ǝl!ɯS
uʍop ƃu!llɐɟ
uo ʇǝs sɐʍ I

punoɹɐ oƃ puɐ
oƃ ʇ! ʇǝl o┴
uʍop uɐǝl oʇ
p!ɐɹɟɐ sɐʍ I


Upside Down


I was afraid
to lean down
To let it go
and go around

I was set on
falling down
Smile turn
to a twisted frown

Hanging, I'm
suspended now
Nobody else
is upside down.

Walking along, a sunny day
Just a boy and his dog
Smiling, laughing, barking, skipping
Further and further along.

Following behind her boy
The faithful puppy trots
She would follow him anywhere
Through all the shady spots.

As the road gets rougher
The boy knows she should go
She can't follow him forever
But his little puppy doesn't know.

He'll see her tomorrow
'Go home, girl,' he says
His puppy doesn't understand
She happily stays.

Stopping, the boy turns,
'Go home, girl!' he cries
Confused, the puppy stops
And looks into his eyes.

"Go!" he shouts, louder now
His dog winces at his voice
He doesn't want her to get hurt
So he has no choice

Throwing a stone, he runs at her
"Get out of here!" he shouts
And away runs his precious dog
Hurt and stunned with doubts.

She'll be alright, he knows
Her feelings they will heal
Next time she will know
His anger was not real.

Chasing tails, erasing fails
The world is out to get you
What if this was just a risk
That you could really  live through?

If love was a feeling
It would be everywhere
The sun and trees and grass and bees
There would always be love in the air.

If love was convenient
Then it would be easy to love
Easy to love, easy to leave
Life would never get rough

If love was just effortless
Then it would not mean much
You wouldn't try hard, it wouldn't be part
Of the life-changing motion of love.

If love wasn't worthwhile
Hatred would be much more common
Rewards of kindness would be lost behind us
And no one would care if you loved them.

If love wasn't painful
Then it could never grow you
You couldn't be cut to get out of your rut
And nothing would ever caution you.

If love wasn't so wonderful
It would be something else
Like apathy or ignorance, distrust or pride,
Love wouldn't be worth it.

What if the sky was golden brown
And the grass was russet red?
What if the curling, twining boughs
Of trees were blue instead?

What if my hair was purply grey
And my eyes were orangy pink?
The world would simply carry on
With inverted colors, I think.

I wander through these ancient halls
Of marble and of stone
    Lost inside
    without a guide
I tread these halls alone.

I try to understand these walls
With carvings and reliefs
    Tow'ring kings
    and beasts with wings
I ponder these strange motifs.

I marvel at how great and tall
These pillars and statues are
    They look to the sun
    to count one by one
The days divided by stars

As I walk, I feel so small
These chambers seem to hold me
    I take a deep breath
    and the only sound left
Is the echo I make unfolding.