A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

22 November 2011

Like You Cared - Poems To A Friend

titling toward the sun
filling our lives with beauty

wishing you were here
sitting besides me now
holding my hand when I’m scared
urging me to try new things

sitting on the beach
sing to our favorite songs
as the fire slowly burns behind us
watching the sun slowly set

its what we say when we're nervous
 not knowing what do to

what has the internet done to life
 not knowing what is true or not
 how can u tell if he really likes you 
when all you get is emails
our parents lives were easier then this

best friends
always by your side
telling them your  heart
knowing their lives better then your own

what is it
a word
 an emotion
 or just a sense of connection
 how do u know if you in love

how can u tell it from in between the lies
who tells it
and u says they do but don't

a childhood memory
riding bikes 
and building snowmen
swing sets and monkey bars

laughing in random outbursts
to jokes said long ago
turning red in the face
or falling to the ground

they clear my mind
never having to make sense
simply flowing out

why do teachers give it
are they just bored
or do they want to keep us from our friends

smiling down on me
a secret source of warmth
making new life grow
sunshine, peeking through the clouds

a single wish
upon a star
or in a well so deep
can keep us hoping
for what is to come

single stars
staring up silently
watching us live our lives
come out
for one
help the poor

if stars were diamonds
I’d make u a necklace
with the moon as the pendant

staring down at me
watching  my every move
helping in my time of need
 knowing my every thought
You are my secret angel

helping the poor
get a better life
fixing wounds
and healing hearts
touching those around you

 sweet and fresh
 a candy cane
 or cold ice cream
stimulating your mind
 and cleaning out you breath

Midnite ( You Were Never Really Mine)

For Midnite who in his life,
Jumped on the Christmas Tree,
Eating tinsel , batting ornaments,
Sleeping in-between presents.

For Midnite who in his life,
Liked eating French fries,
But only ones from McDonalds ,
Licking of my hairspray, or
Eating Dad’s bamboo plant.

For Midnite who in his life,
Walked on a leash through the park
But was no man’s best friend.
Because he had a fear of men,
Hiding underneath the couch , a scardey cat .

For Midnite who in his life,
Was adopted from a shelter,
A little black cat, with pale green eyes,
On the to- be – killed list, but survived,
As my mother’s kitten.

For Midnite who in his  life,
Broke his hip last spring,
Refusing to use the litter box,
Died on my thirteenth birthday,
At the old age of twenty-two,
In my mother’s arms.

For Midnite who will always be,
In our hearts , and always near,
 never really gone,
Silently meowing to be played with ,
Purring like a motor boat.

This Is Me ( A Shortend Version of " Looking Through My Window Pane)

Crazy, fun, without a green thumb, a single fish in the sea,
Lover of summer rain showers, whiskers on kittens and burning the midnight oil,
Who feels confident in myself and others, silly at the oddest of times, and happy as a bee,
Who finds happiness in thick novels, fuzzy slippers , and hot cups of tea,
Who needs my daily soap opera, load rock music, and sleeping in till ten,
Who gives time to help, willingness  to learn, and smiles to the sun,
Who fears the shadows of things unknown, loneliness, and the single crow,
Who would like to see all of  France, the pyramids of Egypt ,and the museums of Greece,
Who enjoys watching rerun movies, trips with my family, and chatting with old friends ,
Who likes to wear ratty jeans ,bright nail polish ,and sparkly rings,
To the world you might be somebody, but to somebody you might be the world ,


Can a heart break,
So many times,
That it cannot heal?
Forever broken

Each time I love
I loss a little bit
Of my self and soul

Some relationships give
Others take it all
I only wish
That I had given more

When you left
You took a part of me
And threw it to the wind
I haven’t seen it since

That hole in my heart
Has not been filled
But simply been ignored
Shoved off to the back

Now its real again
As you leave once more
My heart bleeds for you
And you leave me here to die

They say the world will end
And I'm starting to believe
As you walked out the door
My world ended from within

The Single Rose

Standing tall,
With baby’s breath ,
The morning sun
Shining through the glass,

The children rush in,
She begins to teach
The period passes by,
And the first petal drops

Its lunch time now
The fresh water fills my glass
A few leaves fall, and disappear
The sun shifts again,
Leaving me in the shadows
And the second petal drops

From orange to pink
My  petals fade,
The sun sets,
The children go to sleep,
And the third  petal drops

My breath withers,
My petals droop,
And slowly fall from
My heightened stoop,
Like the moon beams
Coming down ,  they
Lay on the floor,
To stay there for evermore

The Little Orange Fox

The little orange fox
With a tiny black nose,
Sleeping soundly on the book,
The sunshine coming through
The window pane.
Slowly warming his
Thick fur coat

The fire crackles,
The embers glow,
Snow is falling down,
It’s mid- February and
The smell of roses fills
The room .

The door opens,
A breeze rushes in,
He awakens from his nap,
Opening one eye, he glances around
In she walks, with coffee cup in hand.
Ready for the new day .

The Fairy Princess

Glinting through the air
Quicker than a snap,
A drop of light in the starry sky .
The fairy princess has arrived .

In a rosy dress,
Sewn by little birds, with
Shoes of glass, blue as sky,
Upon her feet, so small.
The fairy princess has arrived.

Dancing from lily pad,
To water way,
Stopping to chit-chat with passing friends,
A quick hello, a fast goodbye.
The fairy princess has arrived.

Eating dragonfly wings and
Sipping rosebud tea,
A noon-time snack,
Before the nightly feast.
The fairy princess has arrived.

Sleeping in a bed of clouds,
With a blanket of spider’s silk
Dreaming of the days to come.
The fairy princess has arrived.

Swept away, in a world of wonder,
A figment of our imaginations
Our secret hopes,
And farthest dreams.
The fairy princess  in all of us

Dear Miss Evil Marget

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
Ms. Young’s not-so-nice twin,
Dressed in black,
Who passes out steps
While drinking her morning coffee.

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
Yells at the little things,
Sending kids to the hall,
Appearing once in a blue moon.

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
Getting headaches from jelly beans,
Black like her garb,
Licorice by the handful.

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
Not so fond of nuts
And little noises, along
Those who pick up early.

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
The grammarian about whom,
Your mother warned you.  

21 November 2011

A Specail Thanks

Every poet has a beginning
A first reader
A first fan

There’s a few people I’d like to thank
Mrs. Young and Mrs. Hobbs
Anna and Sarah
And Paul …..

The first to read it in its current form

18 November 2011

My Heart Sings

It was feb-u-ary
Just pass my birthday
You gave me roses
And I broke your heart

I was sick of you being so bi-polar
I wanted out of this mess
You flirted with other girls
As I sat there and cried

So I said goodbye

So don’t come coming around
No Begging will help will help you now
I'm never going back to you
So might as well get a life
With a girl who gives a damn

Just get over me
I’ve already moved on
And gotten a new prom date
He’s richer and hotter than you’ll ever be

I was sick of you being so bi-polar
I wanted out of this mess
You flirted with other girls
As I sat there and cried

So I said goodbye

So don’t come coming around
No Begging will help will help you now
I'm never going back to you
So might as well get a life
With a girl who gives a damn

I wasted a whole year with you
Time that’s never coming back

Its Not A Small World After All

If it was teens would have thier say

Why can’t I be taken seriously
In this world full of adults
They look down upon me
Because of my age

I'm smart enough to work
And responsible too
But how come I cant’ get respect
Where I need it most

Respect at home?
Ya right,
Dad tries but talks to me like I'm 10
Mom yells and doesn’t care

Respect at school?
No, I'm an underclassmen
I'm not a honor student
So teachers don’t care

I never get my say in things
Invites, rides and meals
Sure they try
But never really care

Freedom of speech is a relative term
As long as you say what they want
Talk back and your punished
Speak your mind and be ignored

They sit and talk about things I shouldn’t hear
Assuming I don’t understand
As if I'm not even hear
I believe that the walls have ears

But I have goals and dreams
A few to fight for
But its hard to stay ahead
When I keep falling down.

11 November 2011

In the Shower ( a note on my to do page)

In another life
I had my own prince charming
But time took its toll
And here I am today

Each year I’ve had to restart
From the smart bitchy popular girls
To our queen bee cliché
So here I am today,
 somewhere in the middle

Only partially honors,
Not really popular,
An outsider to the band geeks,
And a poet in the shadows

Will the time come
When I find out who I am?
Which friends will stick
And who keeps moving on?

02 November 2011

To Be or Not To Be

Everybody’s got expectations for me,
Marching band, swim team , and musical,
Rugby, poms and the paper

There’s things I'm passionate about
Poetry, reading, helping and engineering,

And things I want to do
Tennis, writing and photography

There’s so many skills to learn
Clarinet and marching, props and tennis

I edit, I write, I work, I play
But who am I ?