Why

am I really the loser you say I am
Am I really the one that needs to suffer

How many times do I need to be sent away before you know it’s not okay

How many times do I have to hide in fear
Fear from being hurt
From being left behind

How many times do I have to be forced
Forced to love forced to be quiet
To listen and not fight for what I believe in

Could I ever be the same again
Could I ever fix what happened
Could I be a better person by shutting up and letting it happen

Will I ever be the same before you hated me
Will I ever be able to speak for myself
To be who I want to be
Or will I always have to be who society says I am
How im supposed to look
To act, talk, walk, my opinion

Will it ever be mine again?

Why should I have to hide behind a fake body a fake smile

Because that’s what girls are supposed to do?
Or is it what you want me to do ?

Weirdest dream ever

😑The weirdest dream I ever had.

The dream that made me go, what was I thinking 💭. In my dream my (most recent crush ) and I were in an air plane and we were the only people on the plane, but this is weird part— I was well.....
flirting.        

Okay yes ME flirting It was weird because he was enjoying me failing at it . So as I say "so (crush) why are you going to pairs?" And he says "I am going to go break up with my girlfriend." Insert dramatic moment here.                                                                                                      

So I have the nerve to tell him "I am so gay for  you ." But his face said wait huh what???.

 So readers I know were you are siting or standing dont fall over laughing 😡 This is were I start cry because dream me can't get her act together.

So I explain that gay means happy and stuff. So what happens next is well... um...he proposed to me then I woke up and haha (inserted sarcasm here)am downstairs in my basement with a rubix cube and something funny we don't own any rubix cubes so... I will let you figure that out and tell me it has been two months since that happened and I still have the cube to this day.

Dark feelings

Sun reflecting the ocean
Shiny, bright, and beautiful
Happiness, loves, and truth

But deep in the ocean where sun can't reach
Dark, shaded, and unattractive
Sadness, hates lies

You cover those darknesses
Deep in your heart with fake felling

You cover those sadnesses
With fake smiles

We live in this fake world
With everyone not showing their feeling
and trying fit in

But we all have this feeling of darkness

Don't hide your feelings
Don't laugh when you want to cry

Just cry and scream



(I wrote this with Emma Jefferson)

Where I Am From

This is where I’m from

I am from the mansion on a silent hill

And

The forest that was the setting in all my games

I am from the barn I believed 

was on the edge of the world

And 

Late night grasshopper hunting

I am from waking up to the smell of pine-sol

And

Mexican music

I am from scary movies

And

Countless art sets

I am from poetry books

And 

The old littlest pet shop toys

I am from late night snacks 

And

Night-quil pills

I am from musicals

And

Decorative pillows 

I am from lavender 

And

The smell of clean sheets

I am from the river

And 

Soccer practice 

I am from a divorce

And

The feel of abandonment 

I am from the feelings I stowed away for years

I am from state fairs 

And
The WII

I am from thrift stores

And

The magic treehouse I wish I had

On the dresser is an old

Photo album that hasn’t been

Opened for years inside are faces

I still see today and some I don’t 

There are letters from people 

I will never speak to again

I am from a banker 

And 

A trucker

Me November 26, 2014

Book : the time that should last

The time that should last by me

                          Chapter one the beginning of the end .

 When I was young small I mean I was logged movie beauty and the beast . As I begin order  I never realized that I became the beauty this is my story.       My name is skia  True summers and it’s a 16-year-old girl I’m different than most girls. I am to tall taller than all the guys. I have long dark hair with hints of blonde here and there. I have a small, kid like nose, Korean places. Wear small glasses dark red not just a maroon  with little diamonds on them. I think my favorite part of my blocks is my fashion sense, I know that is funny but don’t get me wrong. I have never been the girl that  got all the attention and when I walk in the room no one looks at me maybe a friend here in there so high but I never really truly sleep I think we are things started happening I’ll know around well I don’t want to spoil it for you but.

 Everything started to go downhill around for months before prom well junior prom  but people in my life  to get looked at because they’re pretty and Tall  and perfect how my supposed to compete with that well I don’t I don’t even try I give up trying well again this is my story I can tell the way I want but keep the truth because being true is always the best . Now on my first day of school I am at someone who I can only describe as sinister there’s three of them and they all shocker hate me for more than a few reasons one they just love picking up people that look as pretty as them just cause I’m a blonde doesn’t mean I’m not important to their deadly serious about snakes and once I actually said it sakes are weird ,scaling andgross  and they hissed at me like whoa chill out I mean I was just  giving my   Opinion.

They’re quite popular in their own fantasy world that does it at All exist, it is as if everyone in the school is there peasants and we all see the most popular because they’re mean and hurtful and rude and they’ll spread gossip about us .

why are the popular people Act like we don’t exist unless they give we give them things or clothes or money or potential or commit to do the schoolwork which I made that mistake once they said I could be popular but that’s another story this is the story about a guy that made the whole world well in my eyes feel like cra act like we don’t exist unless they give we give them things or clothes or money or potential or commit to do the schoolwork which I made that mistake once they said I could be popular but that’s another story this is the story about a guy that made the whole world well and my eyes feel like  he was the world to me and I made a mistake cost me both of our lives   Besides that   It’s pretty happy story I hope you stick around but there is roll me a tragedy loss carrying a lot of backstabbing I’m not joking there’s just a lot of backstabbing.

 Still reading what I would I think the story is going to be one of the good ones so it all started the first day of school and I was so excited for it was I want to be excited there was a terrible first day school it’ll start about 7 AM and I can’t believe this happened so I sent out my clothes for the day it was this or these really fancy call of being close well I’ve always been called a jinx whenever I get something you can Amelia come destroyed like the time when I was trying to take my drivers test we went to the freeway and then the steering wheel broken then we kind of flew off the freeway and when I asked if I passed he said you go jump off cliffs so I have a history of being jinxed but I mean today could’ve been one of the worst ones no it was the worst .


 I got a email saying That picture day was today and I had nothing to wear so I’m sitting through the piles of clean clothes and dirty clothes cause I’m at slacker I don’t you wander the time I should and I finally pick up live shirt that has call rhinestones on it and some jeans and some fun funky graffitied sneakers wasn’t the best outfit but it was a cute outfit that looks good on the I guess so I’m doing my hair curled I’m going to have a down and it’s gonna look awesome I slip on my skateboard flick out the window and my jeans caught me on the now I am about to die I’m thinking to myself . Well I’ve had worse beginning to the day once I actually did fall out the window but that was not a one story apartment but you know what ever so on screaming and help and helpless and this cute guy walks up and helps me down .

“ Thanks” I say “I’m so sorry to bother you like that I hope you’re  not  late  to school I’m sorry my name is skia summers “ “ hey it’s cool my name is Trent  but you’re cool anyways I’m heading to school what school do you go to? If we go to the same school walk you there if you’re almost ready I mean it’s.I mean if it’s not too much trouble I won’t want your parents getting mad at me or something I just thought I needed I am so messing this up well would you like to walk to school with me what school do you go to again ?” “ I want to Danderson what school do you go to do you go to Anderson to Danderson to I mean if you don’t go to same school or if you’re in the neighborhood love to hang out with you sometime or something I don’t have that many friends I just moved here so yeah my parents are divorced so I am here for a while and Alex are friends with me and all you want to be lonely I’m sorry I sound like a lonely stocker freak  i’m sorry I haven’t let you talk I am so please forgive me this is such a bad  first meeting “ would you like to start over ?hello Miss I saw you falling out that window that I should come help my name is Trent zards what’s your name girl I might want to take you to school if we go to the same school now what about that name ?”

“  My name is skia summers  Nice to meet you and I dont know if we go to the same school We’re do you go do you go to ricksonm high school?” “ I would love to T -“ he did Not get to finish a sentence because they came along the whole school gave them my name apparently the sister sisters I think a class because you’re quite simple start Trichster is there a Backstabber’s heyI told you there’s going to be backstabbing .

 There’s three of them the youngest is Rachel 14 years skip grades for some reason she’s not that well she’s a few  tools short of a toolbox she a straight black hair is long spidery she skinny but short in height. Can tell you something weird about them well there Three things one the deadly serious about sinks to say hate me why know why well I wish I didn’t but mom is dating their dad insert gag here and well I just found this out recently well you’ll find out when I wrote the other is the story continue st three things one the deadly serious about snakes to say hate me why know why well I wish I didn’t but mom is dating their dad insert gag here and well  wait I can’t tell you 13 yet you’ll have to figure it out on your own but it’s pretty obvious and I write it soon so yeah anyways insinuation a story .

 The second oldest her name is Elizabeth she also  lax in height she’s taller than Rachel but you shorter than the other sisters she has blonde hair wavy and curly but it’s your short old 80s style she’s always wearing sunglasses so is Rachel I never found out what it meant until recently I move in town called our fault which is pretty creepy but what these girls do it’s creepy .

 Carrie is the eldest real name is Kathy but she likes to be called caddy maybe because she’s chatty  anyways she is dating Trent at the time and it was weird it was awkward I found this out recently and was brutal terrible and she snaps at me for it she’s the oldest no one‘s really sure of her age I have all the sisters she’s the only one that covers or air just wear sunglasses she just covers her hair was this weird headband that covers her tire head I personally think it’s I’ll dad color on her but whatever .

Traveling To California part 1

                        In the summer, I traveled to California by car with my grandma and uncle.
We saw different places and it was really good experience for me. Me and my uncle hated the hotness in Nevada but it was worth it. It only took about two days to get to California because we didn't stop to get some sleep. While on the way to California all the we ate was hamburgers, it was the only thing  there was.

Flowers 💐

When you pick a flower, a life comes to an end.

When you pick a flower ,rain misses its friend .

When you pick a flower, it starts to slowly die .

When you pick a flower, your love life starts to die because when you give it to he she says as if she could kill you “ how wonderful, you , killed IT.” 

 I wrote this because of my anxiety. These aren't anywhere near the questions that pop up in my head, but they demonstrate the ongoing questions that occur. I wrote a part two on the way the answers to these questions go unnoticed due to stress. I have less anxiety now, and this is no longer an issue for me. Enjoy!


Where does the line end?
                                        How do we know?
                                                                     Why do we write on his line for fun?
                                                                                                                               Is this the definition of fun?
      Can you tell me?
                                Are you even there?
                                                               Are you even real?
                                                                                            Am I even real?
                                                                                                                    What does it mean to be real?
      How do you see it?
                                    Can you even see?
                                                                 Do I see it differently than you? 
                                                                                                                   Tell me please!!

D.J.

okay just forget who i am right now and don't judge me... but i kinda need help i don't know what to do...

i'm sad all the time  and i act like i'm fine so no one would make me talk about it

i don't like to talk about it because then i cry and i don't like crying in front of people because I'm judged because of it

i'm mostly crying because of family and really personal things 

and sometimes my boyfriend but he only makes me cry because he's sad and it hurts me when hes sad even though he doesn't think it makes me sad but it does it makes me really sad because i always want him to be happy

sometimes i don't know how to help him and i wish i knew how to help but i can't and it makes me sad because i feel like i only make things worse for him

i wrote a poem for him but i'll show you guys... i guess

i wish i knew the words to say 

i wish i could be the best for you 

i wish i knew how to tell you that everything is going to be okay 

i wish i had the words to tell you how much i don't want you to be sad

i wish i could just give you hugs to make you feel better 

i know i cant control when your sad but i do wish i could help you

Religion

Rejoice!

For this everlasting covenant has become your destiny
And as you sit on this hill, Enter your mind.
Think of light. Of the sun and the moon.
Give no judgement on the brilliance of this reality
just know that your life force— woven of knowledge, discipline, strength, and desire is connected to all of this.
Now sadden yourself as you feel your thrones secrets weighing down on you, and hear the valley winds whisper silent warnings in your ears.
This is a harsh reality, but I will be your guide.
Therefore you must not fall into an abyss that seems to knoweth not of compassion, or wisdom. Though it might seem that in all directions there is naught but a harsh wind
or that you are lost in a dense forest
know that I am all seeing, all knowing, and I am miraculous.
You may feel meek and small, but you are a peacemaker.
So— for your spirits sake— you shall be blessed with my light.
You will no longer be lost in a valley

but a ruler on a mountain.

Depression my view.

Depression




Depression is when something in your life breaks you down in an unhealthy level,it is like you are a rag doll put together with love and trust and truth but one day your seams are pulled from you one by one and all you feel is pain.

Or you are a paper white paper crisp and perfect then some thing unperfect happens ink black ink is poured onto you you are no longer perfect if you ever feel this way talk to a parent or a close friend don’t do something permanent or painful  that won’t hurt you but it will hurt the ones that love you like me.

The eyes of a child

Thirteen, to old for anyone to want me.
A girl with black skin not to black but dark enough to bring her bright vivid blue eyes.
Her name unknown even her “family “ forgot about her they  only care about the money that they get for fostering her.
Walking to a familiar home ,a nice sweet lovely home with a wonderful family inside that is her best friends home no the home next to it on the left looked like something from the series of unfortunate events, she enters the home by digging up the key from the dead garden.

She enters then she hears “ You stupid foster child were have you been not at that art club I banned you from, are you wearing my jewelry?!....” the drunk stupid foster parent said with a snarky attitude her hair barely looked good it looked like a perm tried to hang itself, and her dress was itty bitty neon pink and bairily covered her butt , she has bags under her eyes and a soda can that reeks from being used for beer and Tabasco over and over again. Her name was Devon nasrzca.

But before I get to answer I get hit over and over I run to my room flying all her yells and shouts blur as I run up the stairs to the attic my room and I looked the door and as I go over to my bed I hear “ she has never hit you that hard before.” Crush said  said for a 14 year old he is able to read the room ( and my buruses and cigaret burns ). Me and him have been together since we had parents that’s a long time.

Well it’s okay now ,me and him hug and I start humming a song mother taught me to rocking myself  back an forth humming til we both fell asleep ,but It did not last long because I hear thud ,thud coming up the old cracking wood stairs.
All I hear is crack,stumbling over and over again , by this time my crush Anthony started to become uncomfortable.


Alright turn in next time for the tales of “the eyes of a child “. 

Lexi 

If love was real

As I watch and I wait for someone  that needs me, I see the mail man coming to my door .
I go outside to get the mail and all I have is bills (rent is due)  and a small pink envelope that only says ‘to the one who ruined my life, love’ .

 Well, I am hurt, so I chose a personality that would not attract too much attention ...Miley valentine. I like her because she is like me —Tall.Smart Pretty and of course popular so as I make my way down from home , I see my target about 13year old girl  who looked sad so I come down in front of her.
She looked like she had not slept in days so I asked “ why call me this I did not ‘ ruin ‘ your life you did that I just gave the image .”
 “Who are you “ she said then pointed at the worn faded letter “and how did you get that , it’s not yours “.

“Yes it is , how about we go to your home so we can have a nice talk because we are in New York and you look crazy talking to me  , everyone else can see me and also you can too  . So let’s go.” I said to the confused girl.

We walked to his home in silence for 12 minuets when we go there i noticed his room was like any teen aged boy and after talking for a while I found out her name , and what happened . So I found out that her bff has a crush on her crush and her BFF gave a letter to him and he made fun of it and she started to cry .
“Do you still love him ?” I ask “yes “ she said as her voice cracked .” Well “ I started “ let me introduce my self my name is love and this letter you wrote me, I am here to help any one who wishes that they had love in their lives.” I put my hand out for him to shake  “Lexi my name is Lexi  , nice to meet you .” She smiled but not much but just enough for she to still have hope in love (me ).

 So I asked “ who are they or what is there names ?”she told me and I told her I was going to be right back and she asked who I was going to and I told her the boys home .

 As I left I thought about something I have not thought about in a while “what or who would my crush be so I’m not really love but I’m considered a Matchmaker so I whanted to help so I will.” I shut the door and proceed out to the young boys home .



Okay hoped you like the beginning of love ❤️ so see you next time with the next page of this small series.

In my Music Box

In My Music Box 

I believe that poetry hides in my music box. In the slippers of the porcelain ballerina with the fiery red dress, dancing beneath the pearl encrusted frame. The sweet and sharp melody ringing from it. From the music box that was given to my grandmother over 50 years ago. I can see the awe in her eyes whenever she winds it up. Her laughter. Her long, red, silky hair hanging in messy ringlets. In her blue and white church dress, and shiny black shoes, her toothless smile.

Losing the feeling

     The worst pain I have felt, you probably think it's jumping of that cliff into the water but and you probably think its that end of the year test that will make or break you grade. No its having the feeling  of a team then you not being apart of it because you physically can't. Recently I have injured my back  and the worst pain was not being to be with my team and play with them. So instead of playing football on Saturday I get to sit the bench.

Heaven

〜๏Out there is Heaven,

where you believe you go when you die.

A place that is high up in the sky

where no one can be found.

A place you can be whatever you want.

A place judgement is not found.

Somewhere you can find what you need,

somewhere you can go back how you want.

A place you can be found on who you

actually are.

Heaven can help you up on mistakes that are made.

Heaven, somewhere that might not NEED to be found

but somewhere you can find.๏〜

Champs!

♥️a black and white thing only
sometimes on a screen,
gets kicked and doesn't care
sails through the air,
only one feeling when it hits net,
it shall never be touched by hand says ole ref,
this is the thing that can change a game
one score,
then a roar,
the team has finished their opportunity
the raining champs of their community.♥️

Life a River

 This is one of the first things I wrote this year, and also one of my favorites, and now i'm writing it again here at the end, glad for school to finally be over, but sad to leave behind so many memories.

 Life is like a river
in the way it moves
in the way it runs
In the flow, life is like a river

Life always carries on
with or without you
like a river

Life has ups, and it has downs,
like a river does
But all things eventually end,
Just like a river does.

Life is like a river

 I wrote this next to an amazing river in Green Mountain Falls over looking a lake.


Life is like a river, winding and strait.
Rivers provide fun and joy give others the chance to play.
Let beautiful things float, sink the things that bring you down.
If things block your way find a way around.
At some points you might be fast some slow.
Provide life and food for your friends.
Lets things grow beside you.
Lets the light shine strait through you
and show the beauty you hold inside

Track

Trying to beat the my competition, I do and win the blue
Ribbon. Then you wait for the next event,
After you win that you get to go and get some
Concessions, then the best part you get to see who you
Killed in the races

Book : the time that should last ,chapter one : the beginning of the end

Alright, where should I start. Well, how about the beginning of the end, okay? When you were small or young,did you have that one movie speak to you saying,“ If you what to be happy, be mean," well I’m not the type who trips people in the hallway, no, I’m the one being tripped .

     So let’s get something strait, I’m an ecstravert, that means I’m loud and out there, but when middle school came a round the corner... but before you could say BOBS YOUR UNCLE poof I was in 7th grade school .

Sorry, my name is Lexi true Elisabeth *****lame but that’s my name so get used to it, I can’t show my last name because well you may make fun of me  .
So I’ve been told not to show my self so I bended the rules so I found this photo I think looks like me so you could think of something while you read this . This story is based of of random true events know one knows but me so this are a bunch of stories that are not really one so now you know me so .

Alright hope you like it tune in next tine 

Robin

Smash, Bags off, Door closed

It all starts with a scan,

My slaves have a cup of coffee in hand.

My door swings open,

My lights go on. 

People get on,

Bags go up.

My door swings closed, 

Then my day starts.

The people who pay me,

Get pushed to my seats.

My signs go off.

The clicking cart comes and goes. 

Bathroom Break.

Signs on.

Down we go.

Smash.

Bags off. 

Their day gets a break,

But I keep going.

Till one,

Smash.

Bags off.

Door swings closed,

And I get a break.

championship

tied all game
tied after overtime
went to penalties

she shot first
SCORE

the other team is up
they make it
our side is now silent with nothing to say

again, she shoots
she misses
the crowds silent once more

it goes back and forth from their on

only till its all on our goaly,
she saves it!

we all run to her
there we can finally relax

Flower

You can be any flower you want
Every flower is different

You are first a seed
You don’t know what’s going on in the real world
You just stay in the peaceful and comfortable place

Then you sprout. You have to sprout
You see how the sun is so bright
You feel how the air is clear
You see how the real world is dark
You feel how it’s cold

You might get stepped on
But up you stand again
You feel how sad the real world is
But you get over it

And after a long time, you finally become a gorgeous, beautiful and special flower

Like I said,
You can be any flower you want
Every flower is different









(I wrote this with Mia Alexander)

Darkness

a pit of darkness you go into when you get hurt
a place where everything mean goes
a pit of darkness you travel to when people make fun of you
a place that keeps all the things people have said to you
a pit of all your broken dreams
a place that holds the words of people on the walls

a pit of darkness
a place of hurt

Superbowl

                             I watch my dad change the channel to ESPN,
    while am standing in the kitchen getting snacks ready for the         SUPERBOWL.While I start walking towards my dad, I see him talking with someone. Then, I hear him say something to that person and then I automatically start laughing and told him, “ The Eagles are going to win this time.” He says back, “ well the patriots already won like about 4 superbowls so I think your wrong”. So then I started thinking and told him,” fine if the eagles win then you  have to pay me 20 dollars.” My dad didn’t even think for a second and said,” ok, Deal!” Me and my dad started watching the game, it felt like if had been hours and the game kept on going. Then finally it was the last game. I was ready to get my money! Then my dad out of nowhere screams,”NO!!!” And I scream,”YES!!!”
                   That was the one of the best days I’ve ever had because for once my dad was wrong and    I was right.

Intensity

  You have one chance to do something you have practiced a million times the question is will you succeed or fail. The pressure is all on you, your team is depending on you to make that last move. The nervousness is getting to you but shake it off and you make that last move and you win the game, your team chants your name, the crowd goes wild then you get back on your feet and the next day train harder than you’ve ever have before.

A Girl

it was fair, there underneath your eyes was pain that had piled up till it came out

you walked away crying, i wanted to join you, to cry along wit you, to help you geteverything that had been sitting on top of you out.
but-

i knew i shouldnt
i knew if i were to follow you out of the load and crowded room,
i wouldn't stop crying till my fears were gone to

i watched you,
watched you walk away,
watched you leave a room of people no more concerned with the girl crying than the game

i watched you return when you looked strong on the outside agian

but i know you kept crying even after, we just couldn't see it coming from your eyes anymore

Basketball

Running

My heart pumping 

My legs moving

I can run faster 

I can run further

Dribbling 

My eyes looking around

My ears hearing the ball hit the ground

I am braver 

I passed a player

Passing 

My foot stepped towards my teammate

My finger aimed straight

It was smoothly done

It was also the steady one

Shooting

My arms straight up high

My face full of smile 

The ball spun quickly

The ball swooshed freely

and the timer beeped.

I saw the score

We won.

Annoying

Annoying
People call you annoying,
While walking down the hall

When you get called annoying it'Qs like
a knife stabbing through you.
Especially if your friends are the ones
calling you annoying

When you get called annoying
You are scared to do/say anything again
You are put into a dark cave
No light
No way out

When you get called annoying
You sit by yourself
Thinking of everything
you could have possibly done wrong

You sit by yourself
Feeling hopeless

DON'T CALL PEOPLE ANNOYING

Joy

As the bow touch the silver string,
I hear the sound coming out from the wooden instrument

When I’m sad,
It’s like a comfortable lullaby
Taking my tears away
Telling me it will be fine

When I’m mad,
It’s like a therapist
Who truly understands my anger
Telling me to let it go

When I’m happy,
It’s like a sweet daydream,
Making me even more happier
Telling me to remember those happy times

My violin,
My comfortable lullaby,
My therapist,
My happy daydream

As the bow is lifted,
I feel
The joy

Knight

Knight,
not thee black storm in sky,
but soldier riding high.
Thy guide written and pure,
he hides till glory by confronting fear.
A rare focus of power to protect,
woven senses of thy sound, none to regret.
Rising between the two grounds,
again.

He from one.
She another.
Love shall migrate, to forbidden realm.
Harsh reality separating thee maiden
‘n’ he.
Warnings say but faith over reigns all
social community.
Plead to the holy and pray—

tonight we shall run away.

Toy Box

In the toy box
Are memories of your
Childhood.

Action figures,
Remote controlled cars,
Stuffed animals.

The place where dust
Gathers since it hasn’t
Been used in so long.

Forgotten.
Unwanted.

Even though it is
Full of toys...

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The Sun of Midnight

Here in the forest, dark, and deep. I offer you eternal sleep. 
Roses are red, violets are crying. I’m in the asylum.
They say I’m dying. 
The moon is my sun.
The night is my day. 
Blood is my life.
You are my prey. 
The dark is my light.
The fog is my blanket.
Silence is my song.
Death within sight.
I creep, and crawl.
Within the moonlight.
I kill, and hunt.
My skin snow white.
Death sits in a chair
Across from me and watches.
Death sees but has no eyes.
Death knows but has no mind.
We often sit together in the night.
When the day is done,
Death has one move left. 
I have none.
The one who is never moving forwards, 
But is frozen in time for thousands of years,
The wind is your only lullaby.
And when you wail and sib no one even hears.
I am terrifying.
And strange, and beautiful.
Something not every one knows how to love.
Our kind can not experience the simple, wonderful things.
Like the cry of a mourning dove.
The sun is the source of life.
Warm and bright.
But when so much as a streak hits our skin.
We run with pain and fright.
We can’t say the things like,
“Dear, when I’m with you, I can’t feel pain, or distress” 
But we can say things like, “Darling, your my midnight mistress. 
And you’re already in my veins.” 
We think we’re alive. And warm, and bold.
But really, we’re lonely, dead, and cold. 
Never moving forward. Never gaining years.
But we lose too many tears.
The night and day.
 The Yins and Yangs.
But, we consume blood by using fangs. 
Sharp and cold
Non merciful and defying death. 
You’ll regret wandering into the woods, on your dying breath.

My box

Come visit me in my box
Pass the time that ticks on the clocks
When you’re with me, I’ll set you free
Come visit me in my box.

Come join me under the floor
There’s plenty here to explore
But don’t make a sound, or you will be found
Come join me under the floor.

Come play with me in the yard
Where people always cry so hard
With a tear in their eye, they’ll just pass us by
Come play with me in the yard.

Come march with me through the night
We can give people quite a fright.
If you ring your bell, you’ll be sent up to hell
So come march with me through the night.

I understand if you want to refuse,
But you’ve got nothing left to lose.
They won’t get here in time,
So there’s no point in trying,
You’ll join me in the end,
So just rest your head—

You will stay with me in my box.

When You Were Here

you were the one who scared the monsters away when i was little
you were the one who protected me from the lightning and thunder
from the loud noises that the dogs made when they barked
the one who would hold me till i would stop crying when i was a baby

you were the one who taught me how to tie my shoes
the one that taught me how to bake
and you even taught me how to read

but you never heard a "thank you"
but yet you did all of it without one
sometimes i wish i was with you more or-
at least when you were here

but now you left and i can't bring you back
nobody can
you'll still be here but i'll never be able to see you
i lost you and now
i wish i hadn't

if i still had you here then maybe i wouldn't be so sad
you helped me with all
of my building
emotions

i still think of you
probably more than ever now that you're gone

you've fallen into a sleep
a sleep that you can't wake up from 
nobody can

i'll miss you but i'll see you again some day
but i won't see you any time soon

for you are in a sleep
a sleep known as
death

Arizona

Arizona

the smooth heated ’n’ dry air

as we pull up to an oil musk garage

the keys dangling from the ignition

open it up to throw our bags away

a turn which brings the dead to life

flip into gear from the ride of your time

we push the pedals to go somewhere

gliding over the black rocky paths to

God knows where

the buzz of beams blocking view

at the sight of the moon, blazing

in vibrant light shade of blue

changing our whole conversation around

Once we land, I look & see, like a tree

but big green thick piercing needles.

my bones weak and limp from travel,

Grandfather by my side

as we have just begun the journey to

forever be remembered

Candle

The little flame dancer
sitting upon
a wax podium

Dances all day
and all night
until by luck, chance or might

The little blazing ballerina
burns out
without a fight

Like a dark shadow
in the darkest
of night

Paying Attention

I turn to walk,
my pace faster than usual.
The rocky path down is so familiar,
yet always so different —
depending on which way I walk it.

Two different routes,
though we always take
the same one.
Your earbuds are in,
and so are mine.
Even though technically
we’re walking together.

Quietly humming my music,
I turn back to say something,
and find your next to me
laughing.

And in this moment I realize,
we know that this path
is so familiar to know not to pay attention.
Though to walk in complete silence
with a friend who’s walked it with me multiple times.

What we are

We are like forgotten ghosts
That haunt you
As you try to sleep.

We are like a windy day
Though you block your face
You can’t stop the dust from getting in your eyes.

We are like tears
That have disappeared
But still stain your cheeks.

We are like a bug bite.
Try as might, you itch
But we will not be simply scratched away.

We are your memories.
Your mistakes.
Your regrets.

We are ghosts that haunt.
Dust in your eyes.
Tear stains on your cheeks.
And bug bites.

We are your truth.
 And deep down you know—

We will follow you to the end.

Anger

Can’t Stand

Won’t Stand

___ gets you so mad,

You pick them apart like grass.

Every little thing they do, 

Makes you mad.

Hypocrite,

Tells you not to do something, 

But then does it.

You wonder, 

Why does ______ get you

So Mad?

March Madness

68 Blueberries  Enter The Blender
32 Grapes
16 Sweet Strawberries.
Finally 4 Figs

Then It Comes Down To One Apple vs. One Banana

To See Who Will Get The Cup










A poem about the NCAA Tournament

True Love

It's time... for class to begin
I walk in late
And...
the creaky desk was the only one open

Doesn’t matter.
I would have chosen it anyway.

To feel love
(True love)
From even one person,
Is what I long for most

And to those
Who receive that love from me—
Are less forgiving

To me, the creaky desk in the corner
Is
Beautiful
And unafraid to
Show us
What it truly is,

To me, it truly is
Wanted!

What am I?

I watch over the people in the park.
See them talk, play, running...
I get farther and farther away from them
every second

They look up and see me move in different shapes
They call out, "Look it's dog, and that one is a heart"
Some of them think I am a fluffy cotton candy ball.

I have been all around the world
I've seen many memories that have been made
by the people.

I watched him pop that big question
that she has been waiting for.
I've seen her come back with a baby.

Sometimes I don't reach the top of the mountains
I live far up in the sky,
away from the other people.

Sometimes I like it when the people touch me.

The Music Truth

Long and emotional,
that’s the things I can hear.
Emotional and descriptive,
that’s how they get to me.
Descriptive and intriguing,
that’s how their written.

Loud,
it stays that way until the end.
Memorized,
always stuck and sung in your head.
Powerful,
gives you meaningful messages.

Long, emotional, descriptive, intriguing, loud, memorized, and powerful.
No matter what adjectives you use, they give the reason to enjoy it.

Gun shots

I never knew you.

I never saw you.

I had dreams that you came to me,but shake the thought away— just go play.

I’ll never know the sweet voice that would have calmed my sweet head.

    

Left.I left you for my safety if only I could remember you.

Then 35 35was the number of years you will live but 1 shots  to the head 

Death ,

Death 

Will be the end of the end.

Mother

The one I never knew. I love you ❤️ 

Where Poetry Hides For Me

                            Where Poetry Hides For Me

                                 In pages of my unused colorful Journals, 

                              too beautiful to be drawn on or colored on.

                  In the frame of photographs on my living room wall. 

                          In the library where books are shelved away.

                             It hides in fall leaves that cover the grass.

                                In my emotionless eye of memories.

             In the old collar of my dog that is in heaven, running around

                               HAPPY.

                                            In my stuffed animal 

                       where I would always take it everywhere I go.

The doctor

The doctor.
What are your symptoms?
When did this start?
The doctor is not usually good news,
Unless you are bragging about a family member or someone being a doctor 

What is the worst news you could hear?
Well,
Your ______ has passed.
What?
Dead.
Gone.
Not coming back.

Sorry,
There was nothing we could have done.

A Circle

a Circle

maybe it is a special circle
one not just round
it might just be important
to someone
lost in the chaos 
just spinning around
pivoting on the
rich green ground
one day may change everything
with it ending up rolling
away
then another story begins
starting with 

a Circle

Word of the day

So since y’all liked the last one and I have not posted in a while, here we go, the word of the day is

Burgoo. Guess what it means, and comment down below.

No don’t. I am about to tell you.

Assuming you guessed, most likely you are wrong, the word means thick oatmeal.
I told you not to guess, you were wrong, sorry.
How I found this word, you will never know.
But before I go, I am going to take a risk, by writing ✍️

A poem about burgoo

Thick —
too thick.

 So thick that I can’t lift my spoon from the thick Porridge.

Gross and hard, longing for food I usually hate, like Cereal, who likes cereal? 

I don’t .

But I will not eat this never ever, but as I go on a search for food, 

we have none .

Mom tells me not to gripe and eat it all and don’t complain 

she said that I am ‘starving kids in China' . 

Well, I think to my self I have food to eat, so I will eat .

That was the greatest thing I ever had . Guess what mom calls it?

burgoo. 

Beneath it All

 I see you while water is blurrying my sight 
You’re like a captured light 
The still water feels so right 
At this moment of you and I 
You look into my eyes I feel a sense of brightness from your love just hold me tight 
And tell me you’re going to be alright because nothing can ruin this night.

Something Needs to Change

The shots rang out.
There had been a drill earlier.
So they didn’t know what to believe.

Hiding.
Crying.
Dying.

They sat together.
Silently.
As he came after them.

Get that into your head,
Before a bullet does.
That it’s too late for the rest of them.

No second chances after that bullet hits.
Sad.
Unfortunate.

All words used to describe this.
“If only we could have done something sooner.”
Do you really believe that?

Eight school shootings in 2018 so far,
But not far enough,
To get that image into your head.

What will make it change this time.
Nothing.
Because people need their automatic weapons.

“To defend themselves.”
Who needs a semi-automatic AR-15 rifle
Just to defend themselves?

Imagine hearing the news—
Your son, daughter, sibling, or friend.
Stuck in a room.

A single door between them and
Death.
You can’t

Unless it has happened to you
There’s no
“imagining it.”

Going to pick them up.
When the shooter is gone.
The horror is over.

But not yet—
Because they’re not there.
Because congratulations.

Your son, daughter, sibling, or friend,
Has now just become a statistic.
As they lay in that ambulance.

No gun will protect you from that.
That feeling.
That something needs to

Change.

A Storm Called Love

He’s as hot
As the morning sun
I’m afraid if I touch him
I’ll burn
Myself.

What to do
If I’m as cool
As the midnight
Tide,
And he is as warm
As the morning
Sun

I love him
With a passion
A passion that burns
With the heat
Of a million
Fires

Every time I see him
My heart turns to liquid
As if it is made with
The waves of the
Ocean

When we dance together
I feel as it is a storm of
water and fire

A raging storm
we call

love

Watching Over Me

My heart aches with the pain of your memory.

The necklace I found in your room,

still longingly waiting for you on my chest.

I wish I was still in your arms.

Your fingers nipping at my sides.

as laughter poured out of me like a river.

Your life didn’t last too long,

But you will forever live in my memories.

I can still see your smiling face,

I can still hear your joyful voice.

Only a few months ago you left me,

But I know you are still here

Watching over me.

Making sure I’m alright,

Making sure I’m still living as though you never left,

My Grandma, My Gam.

Who will be with me forever,

Even though you’re gone.

Who will hug me in my sleep,

And wipe away my tears.

- Alissa Mist

Who am I?

You are my world.
I spend every day with you.
I don’t know what I would do without you.

You have saved me many times.
I know I’m not perfect for you.
You have never left me for someone else.

You make me feel warm inside.
Sometimes I get mad at you when you hurt me,
That’s not often.

We do weird things together.
We do bad things together.
That will never split us up.

We have dance parties together,
even tho there is no music.
We go everywhere together.

You are my partner in crime
I love you<3

The mystery flavor

                                      Can you guess

 The change in yourself,                                                                    from being you to someone to something. 

This is Something to remember,                                                     A time for diagnosis of diabetes and laughter. 

This night is cold,                                                                               A night where you cant see anything besides the lights on the house. 

This I know you won't guess,                                                           A guess that is vague but clear 

 

 

you never let go

 when I left
 I thought you would shut me out 

but you're right there by my side 

through happiness and sadness

when I left I cried so much

 I never wanted to leave you 

but I was torn away

I didn't even have a chance to say bye

I'm sorry that I never said bye

I cried for weeks

begging her not to take me away

I never wanted to leave

but I had no say in what happened

I was five— nobody cared what I had to say

I was "just a baby" 

When I came back I thought you would want nothing to do with me

but you... 
you stayed by my side

even when I thought you hated me

 I thank you for all that you've done for me

I love you for all of it 


You: cousin 

Remembrance of a Town

My eyes were full of tears
when I left

I wish I could go back

The town I loved
The town I miss

 I still remember those pink cherry blossoms 
which added a color
to the concrete road

I still remembered the small park
we used to hang out
and made a small secret base

I still remember the way 
to get to our elementary school 
with smiles on our faces

I still remember the small store
we used to go 
and bought candies after school

The town I loved
The town I miss

but when spring comes,
pink cherry blossoms will add color
to the small town
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Don’t mind how sizes of words are different. I didn’t do this on purpose, but I can’t fix this for some reason.

Thanks for reading this.