I’m writing more poetry but the goal is too vague for me. I’m going to set a poetry volume goal and aim to acheive that. 3 months ago

I’ve written four more poems and started a song. This is an excellent start to the year. More to come, more to come. :) 3 months ago

A Golden Pothos plant
They grow green vines
And like to climb

From the time it was young it always did well
It stretched and thrived in the summer sun
Everyday it grew some more
It was thirsty and thanked me for the water I’d pour

But when wintertime came, the sun went away
The mornings came later and the plant became sad
It got weak and sick and lost more leaves every day

It turned yellow and brown. ALL its leaves on the ground
I was distraught as the plant fought
It was dying quickly… And then I thought
“what can I do to help you renew?”

The plant needed change, so now it has a new home
I brought it to work and it sits under the lights
though its recovery so far has been only slight
I watch hopefully as the plant continues its fight

It brushed itself off, and now can rise from its low
As buds show promise for a brighter tomorrow 5 months ago

Were you a fragment of my imagination?
Were you too good to be true?
Baby this is all just speculation.
Cuz day and night all I do is miss you.
You are in my mind and in my dreams.
Nothing’s ever as it seems.
Was I just a fool all along?
To believe I had found a love so strong?
When all along you were never here.
You were only in my dreams, my dear. 7 months ago

These things on my arm?
They have scared my heart.
Stressed then leeds to depressed,
Trying to stay strong
But i know i dont belong
Those words you speak
They go down deep
These blades cut into my skin
I’m sorry for all my sins
That meal I skip
Less fat on my hip
Those judgements made
Leeds to that blade
So tempting I try to resist
But only so it drags me in,
I begin to cry
Why me oh why
Words so useless
Me so alone
I have no one
So alone
Oh so alone.
Idea come to mind
Why have I been so blind?
I think that no one cares,
I become afraid of these feeling i’ve made
I don’t know who I am any-more
I take that blade
cut into my skin
vein had been hit
I panic and run to the first aid kit
you did this to me
calling me fat? why did it come to that
hating me for no reason? did you know at home i got beaten?
i lie there
numb
i will go to a better place;
i cry as i begin to die
life slipping away
scared and thankful
who knew it would end today?
the girl who smiled
who though no one cares
when everyone did
ambulance is here
but they are too late
for the girl has met her fate
shes dead
lying on the floor which is stained blood red
parents cry so do friends and bullies
a surprise fills the school
people learn the hard way
this poem is not fiction but infact fact.
this is the story of Thea, but She survived.
She was you once, lying there in a pool of blood
having to cut with blades so blunt
she still is bad
but dont get mad
for she fine she tell herself everyday
but suicide?
its hard to describe 7 months ago

One of my step fathers friends childern came across my old poems. SO now I have 2 young fans, and I’ve inspired them to wirte what they feel aswell. :D 8 months ago

I still remember the day as clear as yesterday,
I remember how we didn’t speak,
I remember how we became friends,
And how we were always the “in a good way” freaks.

I remember the times when we’d walk to the church field,
I remember you’d take pictures and I’d draw,
I remember when we’d show eachother our finished work,
And how we’d give one anothers opinion right there and raw.

I remember we’d swim and pretend we were creatures of the deep,
I remember when we’d venture into the woods,
I remember all the good times,
And how we lived our childhood, like everyone should.

I also remember when I moved away,
I remember we vowed to be best friends just like friends would,
I remember we both eventually move on,
And how I look back now to think of the “coulds”.

I remember I brushed it off,
Like a child with dirt,
I now know how I really feel,
Saddened by all the disgrace and hurt. 10 months ago