Fly

girl looking out window (Fly)When I was young, I dreamed

Of soaring through the skies.

I dreamt of wings and feathers

And birds way up high.

I would sit by my window

And watch the clouds drift by.

I’d close my eyes and wonder,

And in that moment, I’d fly.


*(Note: I wrote this after an English test during the time that we weren’t allowed to do anything else. It’s one of my few short poems, but it’s also one of my favorites.)

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Dear Future Me

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Dear future me,
I wonder who you’ll be.
Will you love? Will you hate?
Will you make or break?
What will you dream
when you have time to think?
What will you say
to keep you going every day?
Will you hold on
when your world goes all wrong,
or will you fall apart
and have to restart?

Dear future me,
just remember to breathe.
Let go of your anger and fear.
Remember why you’re here.
Remember what you’ve learned:
how easily the tables can turn,
how far you can fall,
the power of standing tall.
Always offer your help,
and above all else,
don’t forget to smile.
A smile can go for miles.

Dear future me,
I hope you find yourself free.
I hope you accept your past
and live life to its last.
I hope that you find joy,
whether you build or destroy.
I hope you cling to faith
and that you never hesitate.
I hope I did what was right—
that my actions are a guide.
I hope you chase your dreams.
I hope you remember me.


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Seed

imageI planted a seed long ago

in the hopes that a lovely flower might grow,

but, as it grew, so did I

until the light dimmed in my eye

and I realized, that seed would not be enough

to save this world from itself.


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A Piece in the Games

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The scratching of fingernails across the steel,

The never-ending sorrows of screaming reels—

I call for help, but nothing comes.

I’m alone by myself. The darkness succumbs.

I hear them coming, the deadly pain,

And I know I’m finished, the blood pumping in my veins.

But I won’t fall without one last stand.

I’ll fight until death takes my hand.

I pull out my knife and stand in range

As the killers come like deadly mange.

In what seems like slow motion, they burst through the trees

And come straight at me with unstoppable ease.

But I remember my training and stand steady and strong.

The hours of labor; the days so long.

I raise my knife and as they come in for the kill.

I slash down and the first blood of battle spills.

A boy falls before me, grabbing his neck as he dies,

But I don’t notice, not falling for the lies.

The others are coming, their swords flying in deadly arks,

But my knife meets them all. They lay not even one mark.

I slice about as I remember what they’ve done,

Killing my sister, my brother, and my loved one.

And before I know it, they all lay down dead,

Lifeless eyes looking up from lifeless heads.

I look to the sky and scream in rage,

“Are you finished with me yet? Have I pleased your bloody sage?”

I hear four cannon shots and I know that it’s done.

I have beaten the odds. In the games I have won.

But I feel no glory as I look to the beyond.

They’ve forced me to kill, and to lose my loving bond.

“I’ll never forget you,” I look forward and say.

“I’ll avenge your death. I’ll make them pay.”


*(Note: This poem is written based on The Hunger Games, if you didn’t get that. I wrote it a long time ago, just before the first Hunger Games movie came out. I found a soundtrack that some fan put together and wrote this while listening to it. It’s got some weird punctuation and wording, but I still think it turned out pretty cool.)

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Seasons of Us

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Spring days are for hopeful starts,

Blushes and giggles with longing hearts.

My simple belief that we’ll never part.

This time, I know, will be a work of art.

 

Summer afternoons we spend in the sun,

Running on the beach for a bit of fun,

Letting my hair out of its simple bun,

Sharing little kisses until the day is done.

 

imageAutumn evenings bring colors so bright,

Only tainted by constant fights.

But still, I try to believe this is right,

Even as frost begins to bite.

 

Winter nights I sit and cry,

Feeling like my heart has died.

That promise of love was all a lie.

I can’t stop asking myself, why?

 

Spring days are for new starts,

You coming back to ask for my heart.

But this time, you’re not a part.

I walk away and begin a new work of art.


 

*(Note: This was another one of my early pieces. I wrote it long before I’d ever been in a relationship, so it was really just me messing around and trying to write a love poem. I don’t know if this can be considered a love poem, but you know. It was still a beginner when I wrote this.)

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My Heart

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Watch my heart.

Watch it well.

It holds my dreams,

My love to tell.

 

Protect my heart

From prying eyes.

Keep it safe,

Gentle and kind.

 

Water my heart.

Let it grow.

Treasure it always.

Keep it close.

 

Love my heart

Forever and more.

I give it to you.

My heart is yours.


 

*(Note: I wrote this a long time ago when I was first exploring poetry and trying to decide what my style was. I don’t write poetry quite like this anymore. Nowadays, I tend to stay away from love (unless it’s lost or broken love), but I still very much like this poem.)

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Iridescent

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To them, I’m lost and brilliant.

I’m smart and my future is bright,

But they act like I don’t know who I am

And they have to teach me what’s right.

 

To them, I’m quiet and different.

I’m weird and overly nice.

When I speak, I’m a little too peppy

And, in the end, I’m not worth their time.

 

To them, I’m innocent and naïve.

I’m ignorant when it comes to life.

They think my smile holds nothing but joy.

They know nothing of my inner strife.

 

To them, I’m hyper and stupid.

I’m always talking and moving around.

I’m attention deficit, so they call me dumb.

Now I won’t make a sound.

 

To him, I’m annoying and worthless,

Nothing but dirt on his shoe.

Everything I do is wrong, wrong, wrong!

And everything he says is true.

 

To her, I’m wise and crazy,

Immature, lively, and strong.

I’m a friend, no, a sister,

And I can be both right and wrong.

 

To me, I’m iridescent.

I won’t deny anything they say,

For every person has a different view.

A thousand words a picture portrays.


 

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