There are people in this room

that don’t deserve to be here.

Though I am not great

I have become a name*

The problems I’ve faced

The tasks I’ve completed

Have made me this name

On the outside I am a Superhero,

A lively, ambitious girl anyone can count on.

No matter the risk, anguish, or pain it causes me,

I will do anything I can to help others with a smile on my face.

Being young is hard;

 often feeling all alone.

 Your hair is a mess

 and your face is

breaking out.

 Being young is hard.

You aren’t quite sure of your friends,

 you’re stressed out;

Inside the window, a family you’ll see

A mother, a father, brothers, and

dogs as earsplitting as can be

But this family is the best

Superior to all the rest

Because this family has a bond

We’re all rather fond of

Anxiously tearing open the

shimmering sealed package

Ignoring die red symbols

that embellish the wrappage

Considering this cookie holds

my future unknown

Depending on the message

I’m sure to cheer or moan

Sad

Hiding

Anger

Heart beating faster

Sweating

Embarrassed

Foul Friends

Ganging up on me

Frightening

Victim

Bullied

Wanted popularity

Gossip

Crying

From afar

          it melts into the brush.

Thick, thorny weeds

          ravage its pitiful landscape.

It is forbidding terrain,

I sit in my bed,

Rain pouring outside,

Sadness of the past flooding through my windows,

The night that my father left,

The day he decided I did not matter,

At a young age,

I was left alone,

On a rainy night like this one,

She was like a spider.

Walking youthfully and childlike,

on the verge of being crushed.

Alone,

I wait for

you.

I sit quietly

and picture

you,

wondering if

you will still

come.

Sometimes, when the soft spring rain

slowly soaks the earth,

And lightly fingers everything,

Giving it a coat of droplets,

The color of everything begins to fade...

It darkens out the colors

And smooths out texture.

Was’ up with you and me

can you tell me that

I think the way you have been treating me

is flat out whack

I’ve been putting myself out there

as the months have gone by

But no matter how far we get

you continue to pull back

A secret that was not meant for ears,

Would be told for many years.

Some whispered words meant for a friend,

Would be overheard and spread without end.

What shall be wrong with me?

What shall I fear

What shall be wrong with me

is nothing I fear

For

If I shall fear what is wrong with me

I shall only fear myself

Even though you shall see me

you shall not know.

I am the quiet little Hispanic girl,

Light skinned

people make fun of me

they say I am not the color I’m supposed to be.

But who cares? It’s me not you!

Truth is lost in our society.

It’s constantly altered into lies

that we all think is true but isn’t.

Truth, although harshly real,

is transformed into gossip

confusing its listeners.

Sliding off the tongues

Every time that you

promise It puts me in this

constant positive mood then

you let me down

why don’t you just stop it?

Honestly, if you ever think about it

No one ever knows where to turn,

The corridors are melting into hallways

These hallways are melting into hell.

Life to all, the empty promise

I’ve found something new

Take your script and watch it slip through

Cracks so obvious

Silence is here again.

No whispering trees

Not even a howl from the wind.

The river no longer laughs.

The sounds of our happiness are gone,

But I will never forget that bright autumn day

The mountain trail is steep, and even I am having a hard time staying upright. The ridge I’m on is rocky and desolate, and I am the only thing moving. My chest is heaving as I struggle over the treacherous granite.

Life is a never-ending coil

With twists and turns

And you are the one thing that I did not count on.

You are the mistake in a waltz.

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2

3

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2

3

Standing on this stage, my life flashing before

My eyes, I remember a time of Youthful

Bliss where the impossible was possible.

Yeah, I’m a dreamer,

I dream of so many things.

But do you know what separates all

you other dreamers from me?

You all actually work to achieve your

dreams, you

dream about the future and what you

want to become.

part one

The lovely tune sounding brilliantly through the air

Wonderful feelings as the clear notes catch

The song shines and gleams, its rays golden and fair

There is a thing that is stronger than yourself,

That is from you; its plan is one of stealth.

White-hot insults out of a mouth are poured,

Never underestimate the power of a word!

Poetry is nothing

But everything

Dances in dreams

That vanish when you wake

Coffee and cream

With a taste of cake

Simplicity found

In a hard drive

Books bound

To stay in an archive

Sometimes I just sit there,

waiting to be struck,

with one poetic thought.

Other times I am struck,

with a line to my poem,

and I have nowhere,

to write it down.

Inspiration comes from,

nature and the world.