The silent sighs upon the sight of more equations
the not only bright, but wonderful math instructor
indeed
her only rule or regulation
is that she is always our constructor;
building our knowledge up
she challenges your brain with complications
but know that Mrs. Hudnall's class is the best among the nations.

we are poets
not everything planned;
we write with passion
and speak meaningful words in lines between
maybe you don't understand;
so for all of you askin'
what our poems mean
just go on about your thinking
because this, my friend,
is nothing other than a poet's beginning.

Bitter cold
but breaking through the snow and haze
is a piece of golden sun
coming down in glorious rays

Little lights sparkle
Smiles beam
I really love this Christmas feeling
Being happy is simply what it seems
Loving life with a heart that's
healing
and simply
knowing
what Christmas will bring

I'm no longer in your mind
forgotten
is what you call me
you simply look over my withering frame
as if you are simply blind.
I sit all alone; gathering all of this dust
broken
is what I am
my heart slowly waning
it's a wonder I haven't began to rust.
I notice now I'm nothing but a forgotten toy
without a cause
never more am I useful
but sometimes I can't help but wonder,
"could I bring another joy?"

Petals
or*
*parts?
Petals on the flowers I pick,
or parts of my heart that I give you?
Does it matter?
No.
You probably let both wither away
just like the times before.

At first when you hated me
It took me through some pain
I thought I would be sad with out you
then you hated me again
After all of this and me trying
I'm thinking maybe losing you is my gain.
I'm tired; sick of crying
But now I know
That what I thought was a loss
Is really a gain

It's quiet
too quiet
she can hear the breathing;
the life;
the sadness;
and the grieving;
what she doesn't hear is that
her own heart isn't beating.

dear disaster diary,
this I bring to you today
I'm not really sure what my hand will write
or what my heart will say.
I guess it's raining now,
I really like it too
even though somehow
I don't know what to do.
There's people everywhere who could really use the rain
it doesn't occur to me
but may I say
we all must pray
for the people in Tennessee.

i have a friend
he is a monster, indeed
and I guess his name is Ted
but even more importantly
he doesn't live under my bed
but in my head you see
no one else can hear him
the only person is me
he fills my head with conflict
that mean, old, nasty thing
I really cannot stand him
but it's odd; to him I cling
it really doesn't make sense
this monster in my brain
but I guess he'll always be there
I will have to live with that*
*but I don't even know his name.

hush
the word travels on hot, breathy air
hush
thats what I say when I believe no ones there

often I'm left alone
but hearing the subtle
hush
chills me right down to the bone

sunshine is the Lord's way
of simply cleaning up
a sad and dreary day.

maybe all of this quietness
can fill my empty heart
that's really something strange
but I can't help it
you know, we all play a part
hopefully this will never change.
Sadness has taken over,
over hearts and faces
we force ourselves to mutter a word
to fill the empty spaces.
You really can't look them in the eye
I say this; now listen
so I've tried
we spend our long, sad, and dreary days simply reminiscin'.

You can't help but look at the spaces
and think
maybe just maybe*
*i could bring smiles to faces.

I turn to this old site
to write some poetry
just because it might
help soothe me to sleep.

I never go to bed on time
so to help me
I think of a rhyme
maybe two; just for you.

Tomorrow when I wake
I'll know that writing this poem
is probably a mistake
and I know at school I'll be no count.

So poetry help me dream
drifting away
sometimes poems aren't what they seem...

I'm thankful for...
Love
Friends
Enemies
My Dog Bear of course
wait.. is that odd?
I'm thankful for...
Family
Home
but guess who I'm most thankful for?*

God

sharp edges
lives awful sketches
easily sliced
or cut*
but
Life is a little too beautiful
ah*
I've cried
No longer will I be alone,
I got a letter that says
he's coming home.

Oblivious to the
passing
wasting
and loss
Of time
she never really knew how beautiful
and eventful
life is.
She was oblivious in so many ways.
The tears that were unselfishly cried over her
all of the wonderful sentences she never again would hear.

Too young to receive his love
thats what they told her
Now she's the girl at the café
waitin' for the love of her soldier.

"Wait there's a letter,"
so she cried
she had said her vows.
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy.

*way too young
that's what they told her
now she'll never see
her travelin' soldier

My pillow is soaked in tears
now it's ok, I know that you're still here.
I worried because your nights are full of danger
knowing you're ok is really a game changer.
Hearing your voice say my name
it's quite a relief, and who am I to blame?
I never really call, maybe four or five times per week
but I notice the uncertainty you go through as these warm tears roll down my cheek.*

Dad, I'm so glad you're ok
please be safe because I don't know what I would do
If I didn't see you another day.

i like to swing on creaky swings
go outside, lie down in the grass and listen to the birds sing.
I like to take walks in the woods and spend time in the sun
I guess this is just my kind of fun.
Now it's getting chilly
and my lack of fun is really quite silly.

I still enjoy the fun
And I know,
that when every day is done
another sunrise
makes me love life so.

My friend
oh
My friend
One things for sure,
he is annoying but he'll be with me til the end.
My friend
oh my
How the time does fly by.
Just two years ago I met you
and you weren't as tall as you are now.
You breathe heavily when you run too hard
and sometimes you give me the side eye
and sigh.*

*but that's ok because I couldn't ask for a better furry friend

Breaking of the heart
many people will see that it is wrong.
So many empty spaces.
Just remember you must be strong.
But all of these spaces
i've learned
there's enough room for new love to grow.
The person that once filled them
was always meant to be let go.
So darling your empty spaces
can create a strange heart that's full.
So if your heart is made of cracks and spaces
don't believe them when they claim it's wrong
because their heart is probably empty
and they haven't learned to be strong.

You told me this key opened your heart
but it turns out that I'm not the girlfriend part.
I used to love you but then you broke me
shortly after you gave me this old rusty key.
This key has been used before
over the years it's become a thing of yore.

I love the ocean
The waves and their wishes keep my
mind and eyes open.
The hint of salt in the breeze;
so  perfect
**it puts my brain and heart at ease.
Sorrows of plenty not forgotten
but beside the sea
they're temporarily lost; at least until the tide's in.

All of these pages
Desolate like the desert dry
I haven't written in ages
I just gave up my will to try
My pen, it's been lonely and sad
Maybe I'll start writing again
If only my words weren't so bad.

a separate life
that can be controlled
to relieve the stress
happiness stole
poke it with a pin
grimly smile and then
simply say*
this is your end

They feel like they're doing a good deed
So they ask how you're doing
You reply
Fine
But fine is something that you need.
Your tears, you can drown in
Fine is the thing that needs findin

oh the sun; when it rises
painting the sky in beautiful surprises.

oh the sun; mid day
warm rays beaming in a really too hot way.

oh the sun; coming upon night
this is when we say goodbye to the sun's too bright light.

in this classroom I feel so alone
there are many people in here so
what's with my imagination's tone?
Many whispers or mumbles all around
too many people that can't keep still
my peace of mind with them I have not found.

love flies through the night
the night
the night
the love it fills me with fright

it flies like an ebony raven
the raven
the raven
the flight is love's safe haven

love is lost in a dark cave
the cave
the cave
the raven will carry the love message in which to it I gave

upon arrival in the darkest dark
the darkest dark
the darkest dark
on the raven my love will embark

It's a love that's greater than love
Here at the kingdom by the sea
that's where me and my Annabel Lee
shared a Dream Within A Dream.
I remember I kissed her upon the brow
Then I said, "In parting with you now,"
Since then I've been Alone
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
At least I still had The Raven
May he cry never more.
Only this and nothing more.

rain,
I want to tell you how I love you so.
rain,
I want to share this with you so you'll always know.*

rain,
I love how with a little light
you make me see in colors
when I'm used to my black and whites.
rain,
you on an old tin roof
can make me high
like moonshine that's 100 proof
rain,
the sound of you puts me at ease
even when a dreary day
comes along I know I can go to you whenever I please
and say...
rain.......

the brook softly murmurs
Telling secrets to me
I think to myself*
this is how everything should be
*it tells me stories
ones it knows I won't repeat
the creek with its secrets shall
always be told to me

like teardrops from the sky
or maybe the ones that flow from my left eye.
The development of photographs that don't exist
I don't think I can stand much more of this.*

*rain like teardrops from above
what caused this rain is most likely love.
A love for a child that couldn't be kept
a love so strong; you won't believe how I've wept

When I take a stroll
Down the street
From my thoughts I take a toll
My walk in the rain
It helps
It erases the pain
Washes away; my soul it cleans
A lot of people wonder why I love rain so much
They don't know what to me; it truly means.

The body is cold
Don't jump to conclusions
The story is yet to be told
I've done something bad
It was really quite fun
Yet it has made me go mad
I've ruined my life
Guess what I used?
My aid it was a knife
******?
I've hurt her.
Not killed but hurt
There's a space or a difference if you please
A space between my knife and her neck
Which I could slit with ease.

*she cries and cries
the tears flow like a flood
she is still alive.
so what's with all of the blood?

ladders
One step up
From this awful place

At the top
I can see your loving face

What about between the steps?
that empty space

It's quite like my freedom
Non existent

I keep climbing even though I should stop
But I just need to get to the
**top

could I just
give you a warm embrace
or touch your beautiful face?

if I could
you *know I would.

can you not
continue being what I thought
you should've been all the years that I've sought?

The
Darkness
Scowls
The
Lonely
Wolf
It
Howls

Oh
The
Night
Is
Filled
With
Fright

Jump
And
Scare
And­
Simply
Beware

Standing
In
The
Blind
Eye
Of
The
Storm
As
My
Eyes
Start
To
Go
To
Your
Lips

You ever have those awkward moments?
Well my friend, don't feel bad.
The one I just had was guaranteed to be much worse.

How can I be so
faulted?

When I say things and
trip
over my words.

When I try and make poems but my
writers block
gets in the way.

When I try and think
my thoughts
make Pandora's box's contents seem not so violent.

photographs
taken
every second
as if trying to
beckon
me nearer
but the photos aren't developed
all the way
just the spots where the tears have landed
I'm sitting here crying my memories away

mirror mirror
The words
And
Guidance
Telling me
To never
Fall

What my mirror
Doesn't know
Is I'm
The most naive
Of them
all

Autumn
It's my favorite you know
The creek or the river softens its flow

The leaves swirl, tumbling no certain way
It's just what they desire
Something so simple can quite oddly make my day

Why Autumns my favorite
I don't really know but how the wind may blow
However following after is snow

oh no

the sound of silence
A sound heard often by me
Biting my tongue
When I just want to scream

The pain rises to the very edge of my lips
Just wanting to shout even though I can't
Because that's not what I'm about
But it boils inside me, the words, like demons wanting out

the sound of silence
Can you hear it ringing?
The pain of staying quiet
When all you need to do to relieve it is simply
**scream

His eye
Was so
Creepy

I tried to
Be stealthy
Ah! but the door
It was
creaky

He shouted aloud
As I did the deed
Now he was dead
I could finally
sleep

Nothing against him
Not one grudge
But the vulture eye I
Tell you, he looked like a
creep

The men finally
Come over
Searching my home
But there's something
It's ticking, driving me
mad

Oh Lord!
The guilt I can stand it no more!
Look!
Here, under the floor!
They take me away
But I go knowing that it's
The most fun I've ever
**had

Watching the swirl of the wash
Watching the
colors
fade
Much like the
happiness
that once flourished

Hearing the
click clack
Of a button in the dryer
That will soon be lost and forgotten
Leaving
An empty hole in some
Old shirt
Much like a hole in my heart

Scrubbing away
A meal once
Enjoyed by me
The taste so
Vivid
Now bland with the
*****
Dish water that it's
Came to be