Butterflies

Sometimes i see butterflies flit through my mind...
Beautiful and colorful! a memory...
But then again... there are low flying bats that dart through.
Whispering "you did what??" "remember that one time when you..." "why did you do that?!?"
Those memories that are forgiven by others, but i have yet to set them free.
The bats beat me up with all the wrongs i do. if i just forgave myself for those mistakes, they would be gone!
But i cant... i mean i can, but... what is stopping me?
Those butterflies are wonderful memories not worth forgetting..
Those bats are not worth remembering!

One More Day

My heart feels ready to take on that day.
one more day...
Really, what is just one more day?
one day that i dread with all the dread in my heart....
but i now know that i can survive it.
i am strong enough to beat it!
even if my minds thinks not,
the heart drums the truth!
Just one more day...
If i can get through this one last day, I can face her again in the year that follows...
but how i dread this day with every fiber of my being!
I know I can tough it, but can i let the words whip through my ears and penetrate my soul not bother me?
Yes i can. because those words are lies.

Geometry

The margins of a paper, left empty in history and debate
the margins of a paper only filled in geometry
a tree, a bird, the sky, just a doodle in geometry

Boys

Like a dog mostly demanding
A sickness, annoying, a head ache
Like a cat, soft, just wanting some attention
A joke, a good laugh
Like a smile, they want to make you smile
The hiccups, you just want them to go away
Like make-up, on and off, their expressions changing
A brother, “Are you OK?”
Like geometry, just another variable
Like a boy, always moving, never stopping, just going…

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Naming poetry is so annoying!
DO I want to be repetitive and call it a word used in the poem?
Or do I want to name it a word with nothing to do with the poem?
That would keep those readers wondering…
“Why is it called ‘Kitchen’, when its about a backyard?”
“What does the color purple have to do with lemon trees?”
Hmmm…. Now that’s a way to name a nameless poem, and truly keep them wondering…

Excuses

Clunk clunk clunk
Excuses excuses excuses…
Bisyniss, tired, death…
Dive right in, and try to get it done, but my heart still floats away, not tethered to the stable rock I normally am.
I hope after my room is clean, my desk out, my homework reorganized, blah blah blah!
Clunk clunk clunk
Excuses excuses excuses
Will I ever be myself again? Or is life just filled with excuses? No of course it isn’t… its full of joy, beauty, and hope…but sometimes my hope is just as small as a mustard seed…

Defying Gravity

Defying Gravity

It's practice, and I'm already nervous... my voice shakes... but then I float softly to the land beyond the song...
The lyrics speak out to me, so much makes sense... no one will bring me down from my sky that i am freed into when I sing....
I open my mouth, sometimes I frighten myself with illegible sounds...sometimes I suprise myself with a booming voice trying to blossom before warm ups are over...
I'm not nervous! Let me hit that stage! I can grace over line for line, my facial expressions beaming, my heart racing, my blood pumping! An exhilaration you can only get from singing!
So let me hit that stage and wow my audience, let them be amazed by the sound I know that is in me...but i never let it out...