publish my own poetry book

The wicked witch was really cruel
but everyone thought she was a fool
she thought and thought
until the old dog brought
her potions and portals book
then i walked up with gloom
and took the old hags broom
then i sat down and heard a boom
and watched all of the lily’s bloom

Another group I’ve been going to has had me writing poetry every week. Some of it is pretty good, so I’m building up a supply for a book.

Seeing people hurting from inside
People who are hurting from their hearts
Seeing what can’t be seen

Even what I can see
Can’t be healed

That is why I am not here
Trying not to make a mistake

Trying to help
But, I am not near

Should I come or should I leave?
Having troubles to decide
Should I trust my heart or my mind?

looking at them trying to help

How can I decide?

i cants find a way to try!

but I’ve submitted another set to another journal. Should hear in a few weeks.

I am a leaf changing within different surrounding,
I am a stallion determined to go far in life,
I am 16, confused still experimenting but not yet ready to be on my own,
I am blue yet yellow who’s my real friend and who’s not,
I an a river, flowing through my life, many different turns like a river I will make it to where I’m destine to be
I am royalty like my mother and her mother I will wear my crown high and proud hold my head to the sky
I am me.

I’ve had one poem published. But I need to try to get more published, and start getting a collection compiled together.

Mom why did you hurt me when I was a kid?
Did you know you were abusing me?
I was always crying at school.
I was not clean and was wearing dirty clothes that I wore for a week.
My teachers had to bathe me.
You made me starve.
I was always watching R rated shows.
I was not allowed to have any fun.
When I had to go to the bathroom you wouldn’t let me.
So I did it in a corner in my room.
If I was hungry.
I ate cat food when you didn’t know.
You always hit me when I did something good.
You always swore and yelled at me.
I wasn’t allowed to go over to my friend’s house or phone them.
When my sisters’ dad molested me, I thought it was funny
But you didn’t believe me and said nothing to him to stop.
The only thing I was allowed to do was sit on the floor doing nothing.
The only place I was allowed to go was to my Grandma’s house.
You did the same thing to my two sisters.
The only difference was that you gave them both black eyes and you blamed it on me.
I am glad I got my sisters and myself out of your house before you abused us more.

i really love to write and express my feeling to everyone and i would love to donate my poems out to anyone who would love to have them i really want to let eveyone know what kind of person i am so i hope that you guys understand what my poems are you about as soon as i write them? i hope you guys will love to have them to

See I won the ‘Spotlight Poets’ for Forward Press and had 18 of my poems, along with my photo and bio published in the book ‘Poets Passages’. But that’s not quite my own book is it?!!!!

I wasn’t going to do this before, but I decided after someone mentioned it, why not?