Moreover(September 16, 2011)

Moreover
September 16, 2011

The board gets erased away,
along with this lucid day,
surely as dust collects on a cloak,
and the time ticks slowly on a clock.

While the weather is torn,
between sunny weather,
or a storm,
the flowers grow. Moreover,

The lights will fade,
even the brightest star,
lives its all,
no matter how far.

Thoughts will leave,
even if it’s in need,
or dreams will change,
in all the haze.

The waves will break,
even the last piece of cake,
and the date as of late,
is harder to commemorate.

A Piano Piece I'll Write(August 12, 2011)

A Piano Piece I'll Write
August 12, 2011

In the attempt to write a piano piece,
the one that seemed so easy to begin,
but so difficult to go on,
I finally realized what to do,
was just sit and talk with you.

Leave the piano to rest,
until I was ready to play,
and continue on the day.

But as I sit and sit,
nothing strikes a word of thought,
to explain anything I ought.

So I'm trying to figure out,
how to communicate a simple thought,
then it hits me,
out of the blue,
a special way to just say hi to you.

It mat be extravagant,
but in the end it just might be the trick,
just the ticket.

A piano piece I'll write,
I'll sit at my desk with a paper or two,
then after that I'll go back to the piano,
oh how I've missed you,

just so you'll smile,
and we'd finally talk for awhile,
and maybe actually have a conversation.

That would be worth playing,
a thousand times in my head.
Of course that's already been done.
But why not make it a thousand and one?

A Ramble of Pointlessness(July 27, 2011)

A Ramble of Pointlessness
July 27, 2011

It’s only hard for life to be a breeze,
because the trees of all the possibilities,
are always standing in my way.

There are just too many for me to see the sun,
so I guess i’ll have to run, and run,
just to find the one tall enough to take me to the view.

Just like the buildings in a giant city,
standing one by one,
the cars in traffic,
and the people on the street.

It’s hard to see through the crowd,

but it’s not far you see.

So when I say I’ll run, run, run,
just to catch a plane,
the one that will take me to my heart,
which belongs to art,
and the music that I make,
I mean it,
it doesn’t matter what road I’ll have to take.

‘Cause believe me I have everything to gain,
just by smiling it helps the pain,
and hugs are the best,
when you’re in a mess.
At least for me that’s what I need,
some times indeed.

I know I’m writing this as plain as paper,
but it helps to staple.
all my thoughts together,
in words that sound good,
like they should.

So when I say I’ll run, run, run,
I mean it,
because the colors on a canvas,
are all I know how to guess,
and that’s all I ever see on a test,
and I may not be the best,
but at least it isn’t anything less.

Now after reading this,
I bet you miss,
the seconds waisted,
just to read,
a ramble of pointlessness.

A Superhero(July 10, 2011)

A Superhero
July 10, 2011

Exactly at the bittersweet end,
the one that makes you close your eyes,
and wish it all over again.

Exactly at the point of fail,
you realize how mush you care,
about how not to do that over again.

Exactly when life is a treat,
you see everything that’s sweet,
and look at details again.

So full of inspiration,
one little thing to the next,
can turn anyone into this.

This what?
This unstoppable person,
a superhero in their own head.

Ready to use their powers,
in the short amount of time,
usually procrastination is where it begins.

It ends eventually,
but hopefully after completing,
all goals that you’ve been meaning.

If you turn around,
and see a castle,
you probably built it.

Just not realizing,
exactly,
how you could do such a thing.

Silver lining on the clouds(June 26, 2011)

Silver Lining on the clouds
June 26, 2011

If you see past the grass that’s green,
look past the clouds of white,
the next thing that’ll be in sight,
is every shade of color shinning in the light.

Glittering with gold from the sun,
and silver lining on the clouds,
the day has only just begun,
as the sky turns to you.

Wind blown hair,
rain droplets in the air,
no matter what is there,
the weather always changes again.

Once you see the sky so blue,
and the day starting a new,
the changes in might,
always mess with the kite.

The tree leaves move,
even when you loose,
the time that leaves,
as fast as it please.

But at night,
the sky has stars,
that cover the sky,
and any place near by.

Because I'll Travel Someday(June 12, 2011)

Because I'll Travel Someday
June 12, 2011

The sound of planes,
crossing over days,
the ones spent sitting,
listening to the air.

So calm and crisp is the night,
that it makes my heart fill with delight,
at the site of this land,
this ground on which I stand.

Is this normal,
for me to want here more?
to be near,
these dears,
and away from all my fears?

It seems only fair,
that all I do is stare,
out this window wanting to be there,
but I can’t be here.

How I miss the snare,
the one left to snatch,
all my feelings,
the trap that makes me smile,
I always have to wait awhile.

But it’s okay,
because I’ll travel someday,
and I’ll stop by,
and you now won’t wonder why.

Breathe(June 7, 2011)

Breathe
June 7, 2011

Face the grate,
the one closing in,
trapping your stomach,
until you have to hold your breath.

Your face turns purple,
as you wait and hope,
that something or someone,
will free you from this pin.

But than you panic,
and think,
it’s never going to end,
so you’re forced to stop.

You think,
and think,
and one word comes to mind,
and that word is in the air.

Breathe,
it’ll keep the air from building inside,
your lungs,
and soon a smile will appear.

Your breathing,
is exactly what you’ve been needing,
because when you hold your breath,
the world closes in on your brain.

The grate will leave,
just realize how to stay,
okay,
when the world feels like it’s sinking in.

Light and Dark(May 27, 2011)

Light and Dark
May 27, 2011

(My first poem in iambic pentameter. It was fun to make :])

If light and dark were to coincide with,
then gray would be the color nay,
the world would be of fog and gone astray,
for bored and dull will rule the night and day.

So let the light be bright and always cheer,
the faces of all who are dear to thee,
and smiles can and will be there,
with laugh and great joy be seen here and near.

And also let the dark be what it is,
even as if you shed a tear so then,
you know it is now that you are allowed,
to be sad or troubled my weeping dear.

Because you will so need one and both to,
feel the most of happiness at its most,
to be its host and for it you should boast.

If Only We Were Three(May 20, 2011)

If Only We Were Three
May 20, 2011

The walls are cold,
the ones that hold,
all our imaginations and dreams.
So lost in time,
we don’t know where to begin.

The clouds above are,
so gray and unshapen,
Where is the day,
when the sky’s clouds were white,
and the shapes morphed into life?

Like everything else,
filtered into nothing,
sifted like sand,
missing the rocks,
the imagination gone astray.

If only we were three,
and on the ground,
looking around,
the world would seem exciting and bright blue,
with magnificent sounds,
movements and light.

Then these walls would feel,
so warm to touch,
our hearts wouldn’t ache,
because there would be,
an adventure always surrounding us.

Inspiration(May 16, 2011)

Inspiration
May 16, 2011

The inspiration behind us,
is one of many that join us,
in the journey abroad,
this world of ours.

The many things that make,
our faces smile,
make us laugh,
leaving us not to glower.

Take us to cheer,
which is near,
our hearts that are,
so full of glee.

It is great,
when everything around,
at any moment,
can make our hearts abound.

We connect with everything,
feel invincible to any doubt,
whether we just walk a step,
or create a masterpiece.

Inspiration is so close,
it’s all around town,
just the thing we need to fly,
to get our feet off the ground.

A Poem About Laughter..

My friend had to write a poem for school. So I help and she added on to it. I think it's spiffin' :)


Laughter is life's greatest plasters,
it's the product of happiness,
one of the heart's bitty masters.
It creates tears when the chuckle meets,
its highest peek.
Laughter is life's cheerful sound,
where its overflowing cup can be found.

Awe Striking(May 3, 2011)

Awe Striking
May 3, 2011

The whispers of the dark,
they begin to creep in,
they are shadows,
they are shades,
of strongly blackened gray.

The burning of the light,
they start to seep in,
they are beams,
they are glowing,
of harshly bright white.

The blending in between,
that mess with your head,
the things you see,
the magic they have,
just a trick of the eye.

So beautiful and shocking,
the view of the might awe striking,
the creative castle,
the collected shore,
just blows the mind even more.

Art is Here(April 7, 2011)

Art is Here
April 7, 2011

The painted floor,
the dark shade on the wall,
the dripping oil,
that painting of awe.

The color bright,
that makes your eyes blink in fright,
the damaged scene,
that looks so clean.

The yellowed hall,
that begins it all,
the door to blue,
the one next to you.

The doubled stripes,
strokes of light,
that cover the cloth,
the picnic basket.

Drip,
and splat,
there is an orange cat,
right there sitting in a hat.

Art is here.
Colored and shared.
Not knowing sometimes,
what exactly is there.

BOOM,
fire and ice.
Mixed mediums of time.
They dry alright.

Just tilt your head,
squint one eye.
It’s really an elephant,
or maybe a candle lit table.

Mud(April 3, 2011)

Mud
April 3, 2011

gray dark sky,
and sun lit morn,
oh how the seasons go,
and the days flow.

you know where you are,
it’s all that you see,
like you’re stuck in mud,
you can’t find solid land.

left,
right,
hit a brick wall.

no where to see,
a new place to be,
because life is scrambled,
like an egg,
and you can’t see all the puzzle pieces.

the water is high,
you can’t breathe,
so overwhelmed in the middle of the sea.

the growing trees,
that mark the time,
the rings in the core,
count the days.

footprints from the mud,
drag on,
as the clock tells time,
and the road is fine.

Orchestrate My Heart(March 15, 2011)

Orchestrate My Heart
March 15, 2011

Orchestrate my heart,
let it sing,
play loud in your ears,
may it never cease.

Orchestrate my heart,
tie it with strings,
hold on to the notes
that form the words.

Orchestrate my heart,
each little beat,
make it yours to last,
don’t stop the piece.

Even if you stop listening,
it’ll continue to play,
you can’t pause this song,
it just beats on.

My friends I love you,
you are the inspiration,
to me,
for my orchestrating heart.

Time(March 11, 2011)

Time
March 11, 2011

Time passes slower than your heart,
slower than you could imagine,
when all you want is for time to hop.

Skip to a different time,
ahead of now,
after tomorrow.

Time should go fast,
like sleep,
it should feel like a snap.

But time is odd,
even when you think it’s slow,
you blink and yesterday goes.

So you wish yesterday didn’t seem like an hour,
and the days had never faded,
if only time was a snail.

Then you’d have more time,
to enjoy the day,
the one you wanted to quicken away.

Just a Dream(March 9, 2011)

Just a Dream
March 9, 2011

When the lights dim,
in the little room,
the tiny dream begins to seem,
so real in it’s blurred shapes,
that feel so there,
in front of your eyes,
so close you could never die.
When the clouds move,
from the shinning sphere,
the birds sing so loud,
the colors appear in a swirl,
so together it’s not true,
and the tile on the ground,
so smooth like a river’s rocky floor.
When the night is covered with sparkles,
the fear of someone chasing,
and running turns into flight,
to get anywhere near,
the thing you want,
the goal ahead,
far from the thing behind you,
chasing you,
the getaway.
When the lights come bright,
and the room becomes here,
you never left your bed,
the adventures around the world,
were just in your head,
felt so close,
so out of this world,
the confusion,
was it real,
or was it just a dream?

Story of my Life(November 23, 2009)

I found this with all my other poems.. I like it and don't know why I never posted it.

Story of my Life
November 23, 2009

Story of my life,
never being tall enough to ride this ride.
Stuck watching from the ground,
or the same old roller coaster ride.

Story of my life,
seeing your face,
then turn around it wasn't real.

You not here,
story of my life.

My life story isn't complete,
it isn't something that is laid out like a book.
If it were a book then there are words unwritten,
and a million pages missing.

Story of my life is not perfect.
It will never be written.
It is too complicated to explain.

The story of my life,
is my friends,
the ones here and gone.

Short story,
I ran out of paint,
Music can only help so much.

The Breeze Doth Blow in the Wind(February 21, 2011)

The Breeze Doth Blow in the Wind
February 21, 2011

The breeze doth blow in the wind,
the might of the storm begins its fight,
the sky is darkening gray,
as if night is nigh.

The howls of thunder,
the sparks of fright,
the leaves swarm in spite,
they are the only things moving in sight.

The bitter chill of light fleeing,
as the deserted earth begins to sway,
the disturbance grows with power greeting,
the twigs fly in the extreme whisper.

The down fall of rain,
the drenching of things,
the sorrowed sky releases its cry,
the sky falls like a turret aims and fires.

The beastly roar causes the world to listen,
as it is heard and heed taken,
the shelters try to stay right,
when every bit is shaken.

The storm goes over wanting never to end,
the unpleasant row of color mixed genius,
begins to leave the scene,
as the light shines through the gaps of shifting obscurity.

The breeze moves to another part,
and the clouds follow along,
and take the noises that don’t belong,
it becomes calm.

Finally in the clear,
the glow is near,
the sight that was taken,
begins to appear.

Oh Little Notes(February 18, 2011)

Oh Little Notes
February 18, 2011

Oh little notes where are you?
The letters to my words.
The color to my world.

The ingredients to my food.
The pixels to my picture.

When will you show?
I can’t see you in this place.
Or hear your grace.

Your little light to the room.
Your little glow in the night.

How many are you?
Are you coming soon?
I’d like to meet.

Oh little notes where are you?
The letters in my song.
The color of this piece.

The ingredients of this feast.
The pixels unique.

Oh little notes,
you’ll come eventually,
and I’ll write when you’ve arrived,
so I’ll never forget where you are.

No Cloud Will Be In Sight(January 24, 2011)

No Cloud Will Be In Sight
January 24, 2011

Brushing the color off,
scraping the dull out of the wall,
dripping the light into a picture.

The darkened day when the lights go out,
the shadows fall among it all,
the clouds cover the moon,
and the stars above.

The shade under the tree,
the wind beating,
the grass waving.

The day and the night are losing light,
no fun for the glowing glittering might.

They retreat as seeing defeat,
but not ready to leave,
this unfair fight.

The sun comes out from above the clouds,
rays come threw the fluffy shield,
the birds begin to cheer the light,
soon no cloud will be in sight.

At night the clouds also leave,
uncover what has been gone,
the shinning stars so bright.

The day and night are set right,
as the lights dance in the sky.

The colors are clearer,
the wall has been uncovered,
the light dries in hope of staying forever.

Don't Skip a Sound(January 6, 2011)

Don't Skip a Sound
January 6, 2011

Sing to the silence of everyday light,
play along to the ticking of a clock,
compose a song out of nothing but rain.

Why do we try to hear,
only the things normally heard?

Why do we not yell to the world,
new ways to begin the day?

Dance to the ringing of the quiet piece,
the one you put on repeat.
Hum the newest creation,
the music that is beating,
your heart is keeping.

What can you think of next,
when you're walking by the street?

Where is the fun,
if you're not singing along?

Listen,
here,
there,
anywhere,
don't skip a sound,
because the greatest challenge of all,
keeping up with it,
it's all around.

Crueler Than Cruel( November 29, 2010)

Crueler Than Cruel
November 29, 2010

Why are you so selfish in this so called life?
Someone is there to care,
and all you do is stare away,
no where near the one you love.

It's not fair,
it's crueler than cruel,
it's so wrong,
but what do you care?

You'll walk away on what you think is better,
you'll be so mean,
but you'll never say sorry.

This person would never leave you like that,
and you let them down,
so alone,
almost crying on the ground.

It's not right!
Won't anyone show pity?

I guess you weren't right for them.
You never will be,
but you could've been nice.
Spared a heart of letting go of so much blood.

It's not right,
it takes longer than a hug for this wound to heal.

I feel so sorry for that person,
the one who wouldn't dream of putting such pain on a person,
but gets punched in the stomach for no good reason.

It's crueler than cruel,
and it shouldn't have happened.

You'd have to be crazy to live like that.

Stop Falling to the Ground(October 1, 2010)

Stop Falling to the Ground
October 1, 2010

Rain falls from your eyes,
it hits the ground,
it blurs the world.

The warmth of sorrow,
burns your door,
scars the frame,
leaves a gaping hole.

You blink to separate the flow,
but it's too late.

Faster and faster they fall,
all around you,
not mercy at all.

What did you do?

Nothing but everything,
you start to say,
so confused,
will it never end?

They continue to fall,
trying to hold on to you,
but are escaping as they always do.

It will end,
maybe not now,
but it'll end,
the rain will cease,
it'll stop,
stop falling to the ground.

The Swinging Tree(September 9, 2010)

The Swinging Tree
September 9, 2010

In the shade of the swinging tree,
we sit,
you and me.

All I have to say is,
when the sky is bright blue,
the sun is golden yellow.

When the grass sways to the beat of the day,
and the trees conduct the wind,
the day is full of cheer.


But while the white clouds go asunder,
the trill of drums must be thunder.
The pitter patter of rain is the snare's sustaining.

When you hear the enraged notes not matching,
you're hearing the storm head over.

When the rain dies to a drip drop,
the thunder like soft rumbles on the timpani,
you look to the sky,
see nothing but storm retreating,
against the twinkle of the chimes,
or the xylophonic grace.

We've been touched by the unexpected storm,
but we're back to this spot,
just sitting in peace,
you and me,
under this,
this swinging tree.

How Many Colors I Can Add(July 31, 2010)

How Many Colors I Can Add
July 31, 2010

I can’t add anything to this world,
this little piece of earth where I stand.
I can’t stand being useless,
I can’t stand being me,

But when me and you are together,
I realize how useful I can be,
how many colors I can add,
to this one little piece.

I might not remember,
but I do believe,
even if I can’t help by myself,
my friends will be there to greet.

A note,
a measure,
a life long pleasure.
Put them together,
and it’s something neat.

Red,
Yellow,
Blue,
What shall I make with you?

Nothing far from me,
you help me be me,
both of the ways I am me,
These things I can show thee.

I can add everything,
with me and you,
to this piece,
canvas,
the joy of creating art.