Storm Dance I wrote this after a really big storm. I love storms and the way they make me feel
Coming Home To The Waves One of my favorite magical animals is the unicorn, so of course I had to write a poem about it
Just A Warm Memory This poem is about a guy and what he made me feel
Earth Mother I love Nature in all her forms and this poem embodies my feelings
A Hole Inside A poem about child abuse from the child's point of view
The Chase Called Winter It's just about the changing of the seasons
Butterfly I have no clue where this poem came from. It just snuck onto the paper
In The Outside I was always teased and made fun of when is was younger
Not Daddy�s Little Girl More poetry about child abuse
Life This was the first poem i ever wrote. I wrote it when I was twelve
Shari's Poem I was at this two weeks summer program and I wrote this poem for my advisor and dedicated it to her
Corrupted One of the girls from where I'm staying was killed, I wrote this poem after I found out
Me. What makes you, you. That is basicly what this poem is about
I live for a world of my own.
A world of my own making
is a dream while I�m awake,
and a fantasy within my waking.
A world of my own,
where there�s food enough
on every person�s plate
and hunger is a thing
told in fairy tales.
Where pain is not
the waking or
the sleeping at night,
but as a pinprick
to the flesh of happiness.
And where innocence remains,
not ripped to shreds
by knowledge
thrust on a young body
too soon.
I live for world of my own.
A world of my own making
is a dream while I�m awake,
and a fantasy within my waking.
The feeling in the air
as if electrified.
The wind forms dancing groups
and twirls around.
It carries with it
air rarified
by swift-coming rejuvenation.
They are all sure signs,
Zeus walks the earth
tonight.
Jagged bolts singed the sky
thrown by his hand.
His thunderous footsteps fall.
His dancing keeps time
to the heartbeat
of our souls.
The ancient rhythm
holds us enthralled.
He pauses in the forest
and his brightly shining horn
spirals skyward
to caress the shadowy night
with its unearthly glow.
Then the unicorn races ahead faster
because his home is in sight down below.
He is weary of travel,
eager for rest,
and is tired to the bone.
The beach is his home;
the ocean, his bed.
And when he reaches it,
he jumps in,
curls up,
and drifts to sleep
on its gently rocking waves.
Then the stars float down
to become a blanket of light
and to provide a warm protection
from any chill.
And the surf pounds out a gentle lullaby;
that the wind answers.
The unicorn has come home to the waves.
A rose velvety soft;
blood red.
Crying tears and thrown away.
Screams and whines,
Why me?
Why him?
Why not one more day
or a night that doesn't end?
But if it must end
let it end alright and fine.
No shouting or tears,
bad words;
revealed fears.
Or let me wake from it
like a dream,
not a nightmare.
Just a warm memory.
My mother is your mother,
and your mother is mine.
She is beneath our feet
and above our heads.
She is the lush forest
and the dry desert.
She's both,
the still lake,
and the running water.
She is the stillness of the Arctic ice;
the solidness of a redwood tree.
She can be a sunny day
or an angry tornado wind.
She is light and darkness;
day and night.
Life and death are apart of her
because she is the circle of life.
She is our planet,
the earth.
She is my mother;
she is your mother.
my mother is your mother,
and your mother is mine.
only 12 years old
but age by experience.
a father's lust replaced his love
leaving a shamed and broken girl.
scrubbed till red and raw
but could still feel his touch.
used a bottle of mouthwash
but could taste him still.
tried hiding
but was always found.
tried pleading
but was smacked around.
used for years like a toy
then was broken and cast aside.
picked up the pieces
but found some missing
leaving a hole inside.
the little girl
runs across the field
the one that yields
snow white flowers.
a storm is on her heels
and chasing fast.
while the girl has hopes
to outlast,
to outlast.
the girl now maiden
picks a red apple
to keep up her strength
for the continuing chase.
now the maiden
continues to play
in this game.
this game of chase.
the maiden now wife
knows her time is near.
as she picks her way
among a pumpkin patch.
while the storm tries
very hard to catch,
the wife thinks and fears.
she fears.
the wife now crone
shakes with fear
to run any more,
she cannot.
she cannot.
and the storm swallows her,
so the chase called winter
has claimed her again.
Lead on,
little rainbow,
brightly splashed
with color.
Fly through
the sky
with wings
wildly aflutter.
I might be different,
but you are too.
So don't point at me
and please don't stare.
If I trip,
don't laugh at me.
I might be clumsy,
and I might be awkward,
but I won't always be.
There will be a time
when I am not.
I hope it'll be soon.
I may wish,
and I do daydream,
but is that any reason
to make fun of me?
A crumbling underneath me
standing on shifting sands
no power bequeathed me
My fate is in another�s hands
My spirit is severely tarnished
the brightness of my soul, dimmed
like a shabby house with old varnish
All on a father�s whim
The past comes to haunt me
my heart and mind are sore
the pieces scattered around me
He�s never Daddy any more.
As the rainbow swings,
and a newborn baby cries,
Life goes on.
As the traveler walks on,
and we're tucked into our beds,
Life goes on.
As one takes his last breath,
while another is born,
Life will go on.
You light the sky with your light
and chase way the darkness.
It runs in fright.
You guide us through murky fogs
that are clouding at our ankles,
and show us where to place our feet.
You listen to our fears
and tell us not to worry.
Then you smile at our dreams
and watch us succeed.
An earth not appreciated,
a love just ignored,
and the Goddess sadden and forlorn
with her children,
with us.
We find death easily,
for ourselves
and for others,
and life can be cheaply bought.
We once sought the golden dawn,
but only found the gloomy dark.
We once thought
with the wings of angels,
now only demons
reside in the heart.
I am someone;
I am no one,
yet I am me.
I will be loved,
cherished,
hated,
and will perish,
yet I am me.
I am special.
I am plain.
I am normal.
I am strange.
Yet I am me.
I am many
all in one,
yet I am me.
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