Like You Cared - Poems To A Friend

flowers

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

umm

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

love

what is it

a word

 an emotion

 or just a sense of connection

 how do u know if you in love

truth 

how can u tell it from in between the lies

who tells it

and u says they do but don't

parks

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

poems

they clear my mind

never having to make sense

simply flowing out

homework

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

shine

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

volunteering 

helping the poor

get a better life

fixing wounds

and healing hearts

touching those around you

 peppermint

 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 ,

Broken

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.  

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

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.

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?

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 ?