I Am Nice
I am nice
but do not push
for when i’m angry
my words will flow
and in the blink of an eye
like a shooting star
i’ll be gone just as fast as i came
I am nice
but do not push
for when i’m angry
my words will flow
and in the blink of an eye
like a shooting star
i’ll be gone just as fast as i came
BELONG
I DON’T BELONG HERE
BUT HERE I AM
EVERYONE WAS LAUGHING LAST NIGHT
WHILE I SAT THERE PRETENDING
TODAY I SIT DOING NOTHING
WHILE THEY ALL ACT LIKE EVERYTHING IS FINE
TOMORROW WILL BE THE SAME
I DON'T BELONG HERE
TONIGHT I HAVE NOTHING TO DO
BUT TRY AND FILL THIS EMPTY VOID
MAYBE I CAN FIND MYSELF WITHIN THIS QUIET
OR I CAN FIND MY BEGINNING
I DON'T BELONG HERE
BUT HERE I AM
I DON’T BELONG HERE
BUT HERE I AM
EVERYONE WAS LAUGHING LAST NIGHT
WHILE I SAT THERE PRETENDING
TODAY I SIT DOING NOTHING
WHILE THEY ALL ACT LIKE EVERYTHING IS FINE
TOMORROW WILL BE THE SAME
I DON'T BELONG HERE
TONIGHT I HAVE NOTHING TO DO
BUT TRY AND FILL THIS EMPTY VOID
MAYBE I CAN FIND MYSELF WITHIN THIS QUIET
OR I CAN FIND MY BEGINNING
I DON'T BELONG HERE
BUT HERE I AM
Grandma Who
Grandma who keeps pennies in pringle cans
who drives her dead husband's red truck
who calls me by her sister’s name
who’s favorite flower is pink lilies
who met the love of her life during hide and seek
is too sad to come out today
who always makes me laugh
who has gone through so much
is still finding a way to be happy
is still putting pennies in pringle cans
like her husband used to
is going to the cemetery to see
her loves ones
is always strong in her weakest most
who loves her?
i do
Grandma who keeps pennies in pringle cans
who drives her dead husband's red truck
who calls me by her sister’s name
who’s favorite flower is pink lilies
who met the love of her life during hide and seek
is too sad to come out today
who always makes me laugh
who has gone through so much
is still finding a way to be happy
is still putting pennies in pringle cans
like her husband used to
is going to the cemetery to see
her loves ones
is always strong in her weakest most
who loves her?
i do
Family (dialogue) poem
I want to go outside.
You can't go outside.
Why not.
Because it’s raining.
I can wear a raincoat.
No.
And boots.
Fine.
Yay, let’s go.
I’m cold.
Let me get you a blanket.
And some hot chocolate.
Of course.
Don’t forget to put your toys away.
Okay. My room is going to be the cleanest.
Will daddy be home for dinner?
No. He works tonight, i’m sorry sweetheart.
Oh, ok.
Dinners ready.
Yay, what did you make?
Your favorite, my homemade macaroni.
Yummy.
It’s just out of the oven so enjoy.
Has daddy ever made this for me?
No sweetheart.
Oh.
When will he be home?
I don't know. You know how busy he is.
He’s never home.
Now that’s not true. He’s home a lot.
Not when i’m home. Why is he never home?
He’s busy. He has a big building to take care of.
I know. Why can’t he be home more often?
I don’t know sweetheart, it’s complicated.
It always is.
Time to put on pajamas, you need to sleep.
I don’t want to sleep. Can I stay up longer?
Five minutes then bed. You have school.
WIll you take me?
Yes. I’ll take you in the morning.
Will you wait?
Of course. I’ll always wait for you. In every way.
I wish daddy would take me to school once.
I know. But i’ll be there for when he can’t.
I know. You always are.
Good.
I love you mommy.
I love you too.
I want to go outside.
You can't go outside.
Why not.
Because it’s raining.
I can wear a raincoat.
No.
And boots.
Fine.
Yay, let’s go.
I’m cold.
Let me get you a blanket.
And some hot chocolate.
Of course.
Don’t forget to put your toys away.
Okay. My room is going to be the cleanest.
Will daddy be home for dinner?
No. He works tonight, i’m sorry sweetheart.
Oh, ok.
Dinners ready.
Yay, what did you make?
Your favorite, my homemade macaroni.
Yummy.
It’s just out of the oven so enjoy.
Has daddy ever made this for me?
No sweetheart.
Oh.
When will he be home?
I don't know. You know how busy he is.
He’s never home.
Now that’s not true. He’s home a lot.
Not when i’m home. Why is he never home?
He’s busy. He has a big building to take care of.
I know. Why can’t he be home more often?
I don’t know sweetheart, it’s complicated.
It always is.
Time to put on pajamas, you need to sleep.
I don’t want to sleep. Can I stay up longer?
Five minutes then bed. You have school.
WIll you take me?
Yes. I’ll take you in the morning.
Will you wait?
Of course. I’ll always wait for you. In every way.
I wish daddy would take me to school once.
I know. But i’ll be there for when he can’t.
I know. You always are.
Good.
I love you mommy.
I love you too.
Sam’s World
She has brown hair
she only ever uses a brush
it can’t hold curls
or waves or crimps
only something with a
hair tie at the end
She has brown hair
and it goes untouched
She has brown hair
she only ever uses a brush
it can’t hold curls
or waves or crimps
only something with a
hair tie at the end
She has brown hair
and it goes untouched
Real world News Flash
you
are just another
arrogant human who
believes the world revolves around
them when in reality you
are just seeking for attention
you
act like your
problems are so
bad when people have less
then you but make it count
stop complaining you have plenty
you
act like you’re
being suffocated
but you’re in a room alone
with no one to speak to
where you should be
where you put everyone else
in hell
you
are just another
arrogant human who
believes the world revolves around
them when in reality you
are just seeking for attention
you
act like your
problems are so
bad when people have less
then you but make it count
stop complaining you have plenty
you
act like you’re
being suffocated
but you’re in a room alone
with no one to speak to
where you should be
where you put everyone else
in hell
This is Just to Say
I am so
fed up
with your actions
it’s angering
suffocating
and yet
you probably
didn’t even realize
it was you
Forgive me
for i made you
feel bad
though i’m the true victim
I am so
fed up
with your actions
it’s angering
suffocating
and yet
you probably
didn’t even realize
it was you
Forgive me
for i made you
feel bad
though i’m the true victim
Fifteen
Just off of West Street
I find myself back in Rosehill cemetary
Looking down at the array of stones
As they stand there, in the ground
Showing the lives once lived. I was fifteen.
I looked at the glossy stone, my
chest filling with love at the small trinkets
Laid around them. I held a golf ball gently
Remembering the reason behind it
Before setting it back down again.
We could go back to memories, see
The fun I had as a child. I thought about
Them, and how they made me happy.
The ones once forgotten slowly making
Their way back into my head, making me smile.
I was fifteen.
I look behind me, seeing the stone of
someone I barely knew, but loved
Nonetheless. The photos, the stories, the
Endless joy they all brought to everyone.
All of them, I loved, they were good people.
I looked at them, age fifteen.
Just off of West Street
I find myself back in Rosehill cemetary
Looking down at the array of stones
As they stand there, in the ground
Showing the lives once lived. I was fifteen.
I looked at the glossy stone, my
chest filling with love at the small trinkets
Laid around them. I held a golf ball gently
Remembering the reason behind it
Before setting it back down again.
We could go back to memories, see
The fun I had as a child. I thought about
Them, and how they made me happy.
The ones once forgotten slowly making
Their way back into my head, making me smile.
I was fifteen.
I look behind me, seeing the stone of
someone I barely knew, but loved
Nonetheless. The photos, the stories, the
Endless joy they all brought to everyone.
All of them, I loved, they were good people.
I looked at them, age fifteen.
A Portrait of two people in the meadow
“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”
Every week I sit next to you
in the same large meadow,
the sun shining down on the flowers--
daisies, cowslips, shafels--
me in a t-shirt or jacket
you in a red dress
Most times, we are engulfed
in a comfortable silence.
I stare straight at you
while you look up at the sky,
the ascending trees,
clouds passing by.
There is no need to speak,
talk about our days,
or make conversation,
and I can stare at you all day,
watching the smallest change in your features.
But some days I notice
a far off look in your eyes,
like you’re lost in troubling thoughts,
and no words need to be spoken,
I just hold you in my arms
letting you know that i’ll always be here.
And when I lean in,
elbows on the grass,
wanting to feel your lips on mine,
you will look up, as always,
and you’ll be there, in your red dress.
“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”
Every week I sit next to you
in the same large meadow,
the sun shining down on the flowers--
daisies, cowslips, shafels--
me in a t-shirt or jacket
you in a red dress
Most times, we are engulfed
in a comfortable silence.
I stare straight at you
while you look up at the sky,
the ascending trees,
clouds passing by.
There is no need to speak,
talk about our days,
or make conversation,
and I can stare at you all day,
watching the smallest change in your features.
But some days I notice
a far off look in your eyes,
like you’re lost in troubling thoughts,
and no words need to be spoken,
I just hold you in my arms
letting you know that i’ll always be here.
And when I lean in,
elbows on the grass,
wanting to feel your lips on mine,
you will look up, as always,
and you’ll be there, in your red dress.