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Winter…. Is awful I spend five months (give or take) a year Every year suffering In the cold And the wind And the frigid expanse of dim lighting And depressed employees All for what?
Ya Know I ... Write About LESSONS In Most of My Rhymes... The Lessons In Life That Can OPEN Your Eyes... !!! And Sometimes.... SURPRISE ... !!!!!!!!
I'm not the girl you remember, a mean face, but submissive, nice to most, & sweet. I tossed her to the wolves, no eviction notice, they ate her alive, fresh meat, bona petit.
Time is the continued progress of existence, past, present, and future as a whole Achieving in an amount of time is goal
I am well aware that I am no stranger to mistakes. In truth, no one is, but this is how we learn and to be afraid of mistakes is to be afraid of the possibility for growth.  
How an addict always hurries worries where the next fix comes from worries which of these tricks furry to run ya hunt ya they all want ya- fun stuff
A drop falls and shatters on the surface of the lake as I stare between the rippled waves and ponder each mistake.   I peer down at the water; it peers back up at me.
I lay in silenceBreath heldstaring at a night skyTrying to grasp the depthOf what I’m looking atThe path before meClearly lit by the light from the moon...
When I would go to the store as a child I would always grab something off the shelf and my mom would have the same conversation every time. The same patience in her eyes. The same faded smile.
I live in a world where everybody lies I live in a world where if you do anything you get despised I live in a world where I do everything alone And I've made it this far so look how fast I've grown  
“You are getting suspended.”  Bravado’s walls crashed down, from my eyes tears descended, upon my head was placed a crown; it was labeled regret,
Long ago, as a child, Life struggles were simple. The struggle of not doing what I wanted. What a surprise when I grew up! Adults can do what they wish,
I balanced my back Flat. In looong grass. Felt the tickle of butterflies landing on my tummy And with the dandelions that sway in the field
You awaken with bright blue eyes, They twinkle with flecks of your future.   Wrapped in the blanket of love, You are safe In your mother’s arms.  
Mom  The women whose love is so evident in life lessons, rights, and wrongs  the lesson that was most important was the lesson on how to be strong.    You wrap yourself in a ribbon of pink 
It's always been an educator.
My mother spoke to me in terms of flowers   She spoke to me in sunflowers, Tall, strong, and always reaching upwards   She spoke to me in the stem’s of wild garlic,
His hands were callused and tough,  The fruits of his labor evident in his work. Guiding and building his craft, Teaching me from mistakes he made in the past. "Find your dream and hold on to it,
Heart teeming with love, liver soaking in booze; rough around the edges, tender to the core: the dichotomy of you.  
Do you stand here with me? For I stand Here with me Do you want to be here with me? I don't want to be alone with me  
the unlimited lesson   “Everything I learned I learned from the movies.” -Audrey Hepburn-   Fade in: and the picture starts
Dr. Love, you have pushed me to stupidity. I have gone great lengths for you,  lied...betrayed... risked my life as I know it. But you taught me patience and forgiveness, 
Dr. Love, you have pushed me to stupidity. I have gone great lengths for you,  lied...betrayed... risked my life as I know it. But you taught me patience and forgiveness, 
Patience  For me, keeping calm as you fail  to roll over  again For you, steady eyes as you wait for your share of my supper Thank you for teaching me. Forgiveness
A teacher once told me   Poetry is emotion distilled   It’s a feeling Run through the filter of a pencil   The impossibly abstract
The words will show me the way. They do whatever I say. So I write them all out. There's no need to shout. My poetry can save the day.   Poetry is an interesting creature. 
I’ve been writing this poem for a month,  I don’t know how to tell you what  This has done for me without also sounding Out of breath,  But last week, I wrote 3 poems and not one of them 
Poetry reaches the depths of the soul, climbing into the parts that yearn to be whole Tugging on our heart strings, just trying to teach us things I let the words speak to me, Poetry has taught me how to be free!  
Poetry has taught me that there is nothing wrong with free expression of self  Poetry is not done for money and wealth
Poetry has taught me many things About myself. Between the pauses and line breaks, I have learned the things that make me weak. Poetry for me lacks structure, And that makes me feel calm.
At 9 you will discover feel that you are So grown up-and in too many ways you are Because you have to be but please remember That it’s okay to be a kid
To all the people willing to listen, willing to read: I share with you my work, my creed I have but a simple message that’s easy to hear It’s easy to listen, to just lend an ear
I’m a Teenager.  
          Poetries are just life lessons aesthetically put together for the young souls.                    
A squirrel scampers across the road Seeking adventure in a big world Eyes bright, tail bushed, quick paws Yet, in a flash, the pause is eternal  Perhaps a big world crushes big dreams  
My dear brothers and sisters,   A father’s love is like no other. He loves you and he respects you And though you might forget that sometimes,
Dear High School, This is an open letter to you as I near graduation in five short months. Because those months will not compare to almost four years of smiles, essays, and all the memories in between.
It is hard for me to say "I love you"And no, it's not for the reason you think.  
1. It’s okay to cry, don’t let him beat it out of you because if you hold those tears inside, they will eventually drown you. 2.Embrace the parts of you that are fearless-they make you strong. Don’t suppress that, own it.
This is stupidYou are dumbMe saying these thingsMakes you feel numbI act out Because you don't hear meSo pay attentionOr I'll go crazyYou don't want meI didn't ask to be hereTreat me like I'm specialSo I don't make you fearMissing me when I'm gone
I was sixteen And with an open heart I did dream and fantasied alot I was loved and knew it I strolled to adulthood en route I fell in love and my imaginations widened I would lay awake all night
Let me tell ya about a time I thought it was in love Thought I was in a fairytale Made me feel like a princess Yea he also called me his queenAnd he bought be things like rings that bling and food never failed to make sure I was good But behind th
Are you excited to have a driver's license that can increase your freedom of movement in Alberta? If yes, then start preparing for the test as the process is not at all easy.
There are many times I've found to have defined me as an adult, but I myself did not perceive the state of my affairs. But the day I delivered my Athena I seemed to grow the grayest of my hairs.
Something deep in my stomach wants to throw up raw blades but my thighs are already covered in blood. So people can see I’m alive, I plant a peach tree underneath bullets in my skin. She didn’t deserve my touch.
Yesterday,You were okay.We had a conversation.We laughed together,you reminded me of the good in life.
If 2016 was a roller coaster, It would probably be the rockiest one yet A year filled with ups and many downs Filled with failures that turned into lessons
September 19. A friendship began. October 31. An unbreakable clan. December 25. Gift exchanges and cheers February 14. A new atmosphere. March 18. Eyes on the prize. April 20. Not so wise.
If ever, One day Your children  Find the love letters I’ve wrote you Tell them This is the type of love They should search  Far and wide for Someone to teach them 
She was born a mistake and mistakes she will make,  Mistakes are lessons you should take. She will grow to have two brothers, And those brothers will bug her. Mistakes she made but her brothers love her as is...
It's never too late  You must feel trapped  And feel like it's all faith  It's never too late  To change your life  And to make it all great  It's never too late  What you should do
i called you babe last night in a dream you stuttered but said love what do you need? and made me your heart and i felt whole again by being just yours every hair on end you took my hand
Let the rain pour down on me. Let it was away my shame Cause I can't stand to look down at myself and see my mistakes laid out like angry red welts on my skin and see the dark raised edges of my scars,
Life is no fun when you're counting it by the hours Life is worth living when you’re gazing at this flower Of what has become and what’s going to be It stands bright and strong after stung by honeybees
I HATE that I remember random facts about you Like what your laugh sounds like Your favorite food Your drink of choice I HATE that the memories we made have yet to vanish I HATE what has become of us
He took my heart and ran with it. Far away he ran, and when I asked him for it back, too far had he run away.   I called out into the dusky gloom, through the air thick with desire,
You're okay Don't be scared They don't hate you Don't say that It was a mistake Don't hide your face Yes, they're going to talk Don't cry I know it's hard, but you have me
You must help me to become my best   I'm scared to fly away out from the west   It's nothing. nevermind. I'm here with you    
Holding my wooden basket, Fingers splintering, Walking through the apple orchard, Feet blistering.   Birds echo their symphony overhead, Then my ears catch a muffled noise;
Pain, pain, so easy to feel, so easy to see
At six years old she can see the world full of wonder, and her daddy says "Stand up tall baby girl or they'll walk all over you." At twelve years old she sees a world full of opportunities,
  The lesson sounds like one long "ohm",
Is it the world we blame or ourselves. 
Graduation The time is near,
I learned not to stay When I was three. (Don't look back) I learned my self worthBy the time I was five. (Less than a pill)
I'm more than girl, I'm a woman in training, Caring, obsessive, just a little crazy, I'm a geek, or nerd, whichever is preferred, I cook, clean, sing, and do just about everything, There are days I get lazy,
When my mothers angry - she starts to say illogical things  Like maybe if I didnt smoke so much weed  I wouldnt have 6 cavities or  like the other day  When she told me " maybe the lesbian is getting to your head "
There is a time before sunlight, when everything seems not right. When all of the plagues on the heart,
three-thousand miles away on a barren planet where kaleidoscope skies paint murals of the aliens. a town where all your friends’ families are also yours, unchained doors down every street.
  She was sixteen, with a confused soul All of her dreams were glitter & gold He took hold of her morals, she did let go
We're taught to read and comprehend, to understand each word written, even the reason for the order they're in.   We're taught to write, our feelings exposed on a thin sheet of lines,
Writing is an act of thought, A Muse chased into eloquence, A wild idea, tamed and caught And realized through writer's sense The cause itself, irrelevant, The processes behind it too,
People will judge you from you looks to you attutide  to your nails to your shoes that is what people do they wont remember your name unless you rise into fame and have money and expensive things
When the sun goes down, and the moon rises high, When the fire flies glow under a deep starry night, Life surges through my soul, Here I am playing another role to keep people from getting hurt,
From Your Father: I was not raised to be what you need. I will never love you And I left to spare you that pain. I was never ready to be your father, And so I chose to never be one to you.
I feel so light with a heart full of love you are what I'm always thinking of
Time has passed, The pain still lasts, And I’m still hesitant to write,   Issues and pains, They still remain,
Cap is honored blue Mother's love shining brightly The walk of prestige 
The thing that really makes me tick is the continuousclock's hands beating to the rhythm of time, and I just wanna screambecause time is nothing nothing nothing compared to what we've
I’m thinking of a place God, help me get there I want to reach it What does it feel like? I’m running in a race
We are not invincible, Bones break Like glass shatters We are young Hearts burst open thousands a day We are human Quite the antonym Of perfection
Nature is what makes up this world. Birds in their nest curled It can be rough, but somehow we make it through. You are left vulvnerable and scared, but that is what makes you grow and  be stronger
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib Observing the sunlight peering through my window
Tick, tick, tick; 3 seconds; the length by which a gold fish’s memory exceeds.
You open your eyes and the world around you seems so beautiful A blue sky with white clouds above during the day A dark purple sky with glittering stars at night There is a force within you that you do not comprehend
As the years have passed
I feel like my life is like a tree.
Everyone has a secret to bury:   The girl with the blonde hair, enticing smile, brand new car, the quarterback boyfriend... The "perfect" life.  Her life isn't as perfect as it would seem.
This is something I can never reread, this low, this phycological disfunction and everything that coincides. It's funny, I still see color. No dull, no enhancement, Just Life. I can think.
Among the mirror I continue to stare
  once, twice, again
 Dear Love,   I gave it all to you. And you dog gone took it and ran with it. Such a fool, to have ever think we would be.  
Say Hello like you care Not like you are forced to be there. Lessons must be written & taught Not written and rewritten by the lot. Personal interest is of the utmost importance when it comes to class.
    Do you know what it's like to want the simplist things, but your budget just doesnt simply call for it?
Mean what you say, say what you mean. If you don’t mean it, don’t say it. This poison that tumbles from your lips Can destroy a reputation, Can destroy confidence, Can destroy a soul.
Red teaches love in all of its forms,
The world’s expectations for you are high, you’re judged right off the bat People expect you to fit into a mold, but there’s wrong in that.   Your life is on a timer, so it makes sense for the mind to yearn
Physically you're here Mentally you're there Emotionally, you were never prepared...   You've made me hate my self For many years...  
Yeah my brain's getting bigger But my skin's getting thinner.The test says that I'm a winner,But I'm not. Just tell me this won't last. Remind me it's just a classDon't tell me about the pastLeaders of our land And an online confrontationMeans I c
Laugh at me, put me down, spit in my face, take my virginity, lecture me, kick me...But Never will you Define MeI am old as ancient times.I am the roots of an Oak Tree.
How easily we believe confidence in each other And thus the risk is taken—we chance doubting everyone and everything we believed in. The irony of trust?
The journeys we travel throughout the years, Mark us for this lifetime and the next. Our hope, love, and courage intersect, Thus making us stronger like our frontiers.
Your father taught you how to live Without a hope, and how to give A kid he didn't care about A life of shame and fear and doubt;   He taught you how to miss a guy You never knew, and wonder why
Each lesson puts a dense weight on my chest, And all of the information blurs together in a fuzzy heap. My brain cannot filter what I do not fully understand. Each subject is taught back to back,
commence a war within my rib cagepicked clean and emptywith the stinging electricityof his touch.  a failure of lessons taught  again        again                again 
I know why the caged bird sings, To tell me the message, That of which Maya Angelou wrote for me, She wrote it for me, Just for me, You see, Sometimes I need a little pick-me-up,
My feet are set I am down and ready My brow breaks into a sweat But I keep my focus steady Bang! My heart leapt with the shot My adrenaline began to flow My blood ran hot As I let my body go
School is such a juggle, of books, papers, and tests, The hope is that in the end, you will finish best, That you will hold that paper, the key to your new life, The key that will support, your husband or your wife,
I'm the one that fell too hard, too fast. I guess what he felt wasn't happiness. He saw her for the first time in six months. Everything he had felt came rushing back like floods. Who was I? Nobody now.
Perhaps broken roads Create more beautiful paths For ones fork in the road Created a gloomy past Lessons are learned and the lessons are passed For ones valuable mistake Prevented a serious clash
LIFE Such a small word with a lot of meaning An eclectic beauty or nightmare It depends on how your visionaries see it
As the sun fades away The sky turns to gray O' dear, I can only say, "See you tomorrow morning star" We look back in time To where we had our best and worst times Wish we had a time machine
I have been through... the innocents the confused feeling the love the lies the let down the wishful thinking the love the safe feeling the heart break the sleepless nights
It takes strength to deal with a broken heart It takes strength to move on It takes strength to turn your pain into happiness It takes strength to hold your head high It takes strength to be heard
I was always taught never seem weak Always act strong To always fake that smile And laugh like nothings wrong But right now I think about those hard times I got through
How far is repentance When damnation surrounds? How far is forgiveness When darkness confounds? How far is love When lust consumes? How distant the stars When stuck in our tombs?
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