Goodbye April

Good bye April,
The beautiful month
Of flowers,
Of rain,
Of birth.

You were great,
I loved it,
I will miss you,
And see you come tomorrow,
With greatness.

You were slow,
Yes, but I loved you,
For this month,
A family member turned 2,
And my bonds grew close.

So, goodbye April,
You were great,
Your showers, cold,
But warm,
And I hope to see you tomorrow.

Music

You walk with a groove,
And laugh and shine,
Remember past times,
And say you didn't do it.

You hear the rhythm
In the ears,
And want to dance,
But can because everyone's watching.

You listen to the song,
And realize that
You love it,
And want to listen to it again.

But then you get tired of it,
So don't overdo it,
For if you do,
You won't listen to it again.

Music is beautiful,
Part of everyones life,
No matter what,
Fir it describes you.

But hey,
Everyone loves and hates,
One must,
To be unique.

So listen,
And dance,
For that happens,
Only once in a lifetime.

Road Trips

It is when you ride,
For many hours,
Or days,
And never take a break.

It is when we
Spend time together,
And laugh and cry
Because of what we say.

It is when you get tired,
And then go to sleep,
But wake up in the same place,
But moving trees happen.

It is when you get carsick,
And throw up,
Which is when you stop,
And finally take a break.

No one understands

You know what
I mean,
When I say
That I have nothing
To say to you.

You know that
I'm weak,
Like one just born,
That doesn't talk,
Just acts.

I cry,
When I hurt,
But you don't understand,
Just like many others,
Who think they know.

I don't have to love you,
But I choose to
Because my heart is too nice,
Too understanding,
It doesn't know how to let go.

Someday,
My heart will become free,
Just you see,
It will gallop free,
With the wind by the side.

To Think I Am Special

To think
Or to not to think.

That is the question
Have I lost my mind or
I'm just confused
Never have I
Known this before.

I know I've thought this before.

Am I confused,
Mad at my own thoughts?

Stories don't answer,
Pencils don't write,
Especially when confusion,
Carries on your mind,
I know who I am,
Are you supposed to think this,
Like a newborn baby?

Monday

You wake up,
and think it's Sunday,
but truly,
Its the first day of the week:
Monday.

Oh, my beautiful Monday,
how much I dislike you,
especially waking up early,
and thinking,
that today's no special.

I wake up a sleepy head,
like the sleeping beauty,
minus the beauty portion,
and remember that school,
comes today and leaves Friday.

But hey - Monday means work,
and work means distraction,
from all the home problems,
and work and stress
for the school problems, at least that's better.

I read a textbook,
and know that I'm learning,
and Monday forces me
to learn and remember,
and wake up a mess.

It is When

It is when the sun sets,
and the night starts,
that you see stars,
shining from the heaven.

It is when love starts
and never ends,
when you smile and laugh,
and kiss with joy.

It is the birth of a baby,
that you finally know,
what kids truly are,
and what innocent means.

It is when my love
will show unto you,
and you will smile
with realization that you love too.

It is when
the audience stares,
and realizes,
that life is a beauty.

It is when the sun is woken up,
when light comes up,
and stars say goodbye,
at least for the night.

Family

This is donated to my family. They all support me with all their hearts and I hope I can raise my own family just like this one.

You are a baby,
And I love you.

I owe you so much,
For you saved my life.

You are so innocent,
Never hateful.

For that is what I love you for,
Your smile is so wonderful.

You are a teen,
A wonderful boy.

You make tons of mistakes,
And I took you for granted.

I wish you would care
For me and for yourself.

I know that you have wishes,
Just as I have mine.

You are the mother,
Great and happy.

You raised us to respect,
Yet I'm slipping for your hands.

I still love you,
Your gentle smile is everything.

You are the strict one,
That won't say anything you love.

I don't understand you,
Yet I wish I sometimes would.

You need me,
To find that something to love.

And together we live,
Happy, not penetrated.

We'll stand like a wall,
No one gets hurt, and no one will leave.

But yes, we'll have our problems,
And that will make us stronger.

Cinderella

It was when
The dresses were pretty
And the people
Were harsh.

It's like the winter
Won't ever end
And the snows
Won't melt.

But I don't care,
You are all so pretty,
And beautiful,
For you were created for a purpose.

I know tears
More than others,
I know what they taste like,
And what they look like.

But hey,
I became who I am
for my beautiful,
Horrendous past.

I love life,
And you should too,
For there is no other choice,
But you.

To Gallop Free

This is a poem that I want to donate to those wild horses stuck in holding facilities because humans just don't care about what beauty is supposed to be about. Hopefully someday, they will be able to get out of these gates and enjoy their lives in freedom!

To be free,
We will have to run,
And survive the pains,
Of life, together,
And then be happy.

To be free
The flower must
Grow and sprout,
With it's beauty,
Although through great pains,

To be free,
The eye will have to travel,
Through then night's stars,
And hope and pray,
For a safe rescue.

But when they are stuck,
They will cry
Without human's words,
But with their own,
So that they will be heard.

The mouth will whinny,
The eye will stare for hope,
They will not stop,
Until found,
Will not stay silent anymore.

No, the silence won't come,
Some will stop crying,
But one will cry forever,
To stay together,
To stay free.

So help them,
Return them,
For they helped us,
Now we must help them,
For it's our turn to return a favor.

It was once told,
That America was created
With the help of a horse
Now, the horse needs a rescue,
And we have to help.

So please,
Listen to their cries,
Return a favor,
And do something from your heart,
For it is worth to save a life.

I Wish

I wish my
Dreams came true,
Like leaves and flowers
Bloom on trees.

I wish I would
Gallop free
On a horses back,
And never stop.

I wish that I will get sick
So that no one else would
So that those who are
Will live again.

I wish I can meet Moses,
And talk to him,
So that perhaps,
We can walk the river, together.

I wish that all
My dreams came true,
But then,
It will be happily ever after.

The Social World

Woman are said
To be cleaners,
To be housewives,
And to be submissive,

Yet, why do I feel,
That I'm in a jail cell,
When I think of the past,
Yet uncertain of the future?

Men are said to be strong,
Brave, loyal, and yet,
They are the cheaters,
The liars of the biggest kind.

Why am I lonely,
For a man that won't be loyal,
That runs from bravery,
And hides from fear?

Teens are supposed
To make life-changing decisions,
Yet, they are so young,
So inexperienced.

Why is it,
That if we make the future,
We will regret the past,
And never forgive ourselves,
If we make a mistake?

Kids have to follow,
Teens have to lead,
Men run away,
And we woman, are all the same,
But in a different generation.

Thank You

This poem is donated to one of my good friends that I had until a certain point in high school. She helped me get through hard times...

I want to thank
My dear friend,
For helping me
Through my troubles,
My fear of life,
And anger I face.

I want to thank
That soul
Who truly cared
Wanted to save
Me and who I am
So that I can have
Another chance.


Lastly, I want to
Thank,
The friend that will
Be on my side,
Forever.
And I'll be on hers.

Beauty of Life

I don't know
What to say,
For that is the beauty,
And the price to pay.

I'm not sure
Who I am,
But hey,
Know one ever knows.

This is life,
For life is beautiful,
Because even when it turns dark,
It still goes on living.

A New Friendship

We will be together,
We will sleep next door,
And we will love life,
Like it always should be.

We will see ourselves,
And think that life is dull,
But yet we will always,
Take things for fun.

We will cry and laugh,
We will break the rules,
Yet we will do this together,
Because together we are strong.

But when we are unhappy,
We will comfort each other,
Make each other strong,
And live again.

Boredom

With nothing to do
I sit down on my bed
And look into space
To just imagine.

With nothing to do,
I take out my laptop
And start writing,
A song, chapter, or poem.

With nothing to do,
I sigh with closed eyes,
Get tired,
And go to sleep.

Memory

Memory
A soul remembered
A person remembered
A time remembered
Which makes me
Slip away-
To even
More
Of darkness.

Memory
A photo remembered
A movie remembered
A picture remembered
Which can be
A beautiful
Picture
Or an evil subject-

Memory-
Memory is a thing
Memory is a remembrance
Memory is a soul.

The Forest

The forest -
Light at day
Very pretty and green
That sometimes make me feel
That I'm at home
I would call myself
A "tree girl."

The forest -
Dark at night
Make the stars-
Shine in the sky
Which makes me feel
That I shine out
With all my talents.

The forest -
Is a wonderful place
To just relax
And be yourself
When you need me
To just want -
To fly out and be a bird.

The forest -
Full of trees
Make your moods vary
From happy to sad
It makes things happen
From dark to light -
To say something nice.

But why are my feelings
Going from one to another?
Would they want to say
Something like:
"I love you"
Or "I hate you"?
But that's how the forest is.

That's how I like it
Quiet and nice
Where songs can be sung
Where freedom lies
Where you can pray and play
Or just do something -
Like relaxing.

A forest is everything,
Freedom, love, and maybe -
Silence - to relax
So that's good, is it?
I love it, it's just my holy place,p
To relax, be in silence,
Have freedom,
And that's how I like it.

Circle of Life

The smoke rises,
And the sun disappears,
As if the cloak of invisibility,
Has come to kill.

But yet,
The sun will shine again,
It's determination
Will save the day.

My love grows strong,
And my passion is within,
Yet something's stirring,
And the fear returns again.

I love you all,
I know I'm safe,
My fear will go,
To the invisibility cloak.

I love life,
And I know that someday,
The circle of life,
Will decide my path.

But for now,
Time will go on,
I will grow older,
And die when a birth comes along.

This is Me

This is me,
this is who I'm,
or is that a song,
I truly want to sing.

This is me,
I belong,
wherever I want,
yet not in this community.

This is me,
I belong to be free,
for if I'm not,
I'll scream, and should, and sing out loud.

This is me,
since I don't belong,
where do I,
go and live?

This is me,
but you should know,
that I'm different,
because this is who I am.

Not Me

Who am I
to say that I'm you,
to say that I know how you feel,
and to say that I've been there,
done that?

I'm that person,
that doesn't know,
where I'm at,
who I am,
and what I truly am.

Who am I
to do the things
I don't believe in,
the things I hate,
and the things that I wouldn't do?

I do the things,
that I shouldn't,
and don't do the things,
that I'm supposed to,
I'm a procrastinator.

But yet again,
who am I to judge,
for if I judge,
I criticize.

Oh Spring!

The flowers will zoom,
they will roar like the wind,
and I will smile with ease,
that warm months lay ahead.

After 4 months of
cold, harsh wind,
and all black and white,
I need to see the warmth and hear the colors.

The months of winter,
were long, harsh,
yet they ended,
and spring has come.

The rains are soft,
are worm at times,
yet my love is deepened,
I need this, for the isolation killed me.

Thank you,
for everything, like a rose,
the flowers will pop,
and someday, the colors would shine.

The Odd One Out

There was rain
Today,
With the sun,
Shining and smiling.

A girl will stand,
In the mud,
Happy, and beautiful,
She isn't wet.

People smirk,
People will laugh,
But she will stand,
While others will run.

It is ugly out,
The mud rises,
As a tornado,
In the sun.

But it's beautiful,
For no one stands,
Except that girl,
That smiles.

What We Want

When we want a dragon,
we draw one.

When we want an egg,
we cook one.

But when we want,
what is past -
we remember it,
memorize it,
and move on.

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The birds fly,
and among them,
I see a note,
just a beautiful note.

The sky turns blue,
and oh boy - I love it,
for it is as blue,
as any other ocean,
and as long,
as the biggest ocean
 there ever will be.

The oceans are my favorite,
full of life,
with fish, and dolphins,
with lots to learn,
with many things to discover,
like a world we don't know about,
like a whole different reality
we need to explore
and destroy.

Yet, we will help,
I know we can,
for there is still hope,
aren't we, humans,
the smartest creatures,
there ever will be?

Or, did evolution,
create a big mistake?
That will lead itself to
destruction,
that will destroy itself,
in the process,
so that "survival of the fittest"
becomes the battle for the strongest?

When I'm 25

When I'm 25,
I'll have a child,
who will fly with flowers,
and dream whatever she wants.

When I have a child,
She will be beautiful,
as nature will intend,
she will fly with the wind.

Her eyes will glow,
with happiness,
and dreams will look beyond,
what everyone wants.

When I have a child,
I will play,
I will laugh,
and smile at her funny jokes.

When I have a child,
it will be special,
and her name will be wonderful,
her name would be Camilla.

Dreams

They are known to only
One, who wants them,
Who thinks them.

They may never come true,
Yet they are what we strive for,
What we do to be free.

They are priceless,
Yet they may be too expensive,
Too impossible to get.

They are like a butterfly,
Flying from one to another,
But never landing.

They are colorful and dark,
Beautiful, and ugly,
Impossible but possible.

They are what we want,
What we look for
And what we need.

Dreams, what a child wants,
And adults lose,
And old people regret.

The Outside

The stars shine,
Yet the sky is dark,
The sun comes up,
And the circle of life comes again.

The heart beats,
The way it always does,
As free is it should be,
As free as the wind.

We take it for granted,
We can't see what others can,
But yet, we aren't blind,
Our eyes can see the colors, the objects.

Yet, there is the world,
That says, with its desperate,
Beautiful voice that I hear,
That says, "Please, help us."

We are deaf, yet we hear
The beautiful musical sounds,
We can't understand,
Because we are greedy, selfish.

The circle of life is dying,
We are to rule the world
Yet we can't, we suddenly
Hear the voices.

I want to help,
But in front of millions of people,
I'm shy, for I don't know what to do
Because no one cares.

I hear the sounds,
That cry for help,
That need the help
To gallop and be free.

I like freedom,
And they do too - so they have to go.
I hear the sounds,
Yet I wait and only listen.

I hear them,
I listen to them, and walk to them,
Slowly, but carefully,
As if to still be free.

And soon I get there,
To the beautiful grace
That gallops to run,
That neighs to talk.

They can't talk,
For they try but nothing comes out.
Yet it's obvious:
They are crying for help with invisible tears.

I come to them,
Kiss them with my invisible lips,
And I know what to do,
Because without them, life is nothing.

I cry to them,
With my own language,
Promising that everything will be okay,
Yet, that seems to be a fantasy.

I know that the circle of life is,
Yet I don't care,
For when the sun comes down,
There will be stars that shine.

The Secret to Everything

The secret of everything
is to fake it
to pretend it
to say "I feel good"
when you really should be saying
"please, help me."

The natural thing
is to pretend
things are alright
but yet they aren't.

It's like Romeo and Juliet,
you love someone,
then they are exiled,
and then they kill themselves
because they can't live without each other.

But why am I writing this?
I'm bored,
yet the secret to everything,
is to say,
that I'm alright,
and the real thing is,
am I?
But I'm.
I'm happy.
Or so I believe.

Your Nature

When there is a red rose
You'll take it
You know I love it
But you'll take it
Just for the sake of it.

When the animal I love
Comes to you,
you'll take for granted
that I loved it more
and you didn't care about it.

When you do something,
you always do it better
you are more talented
yet you look like an a-hole
like someone who wants
to leave us in a hole.

But that's okay,
I'll be the one who'll
rescue someone
who'll please someone
and who takes all the blame.