A misfit writer
Who cried for acceptance
Among the huddled, writing masses
Brought herself here

To admit she wrote since she was 10
And still has a little portfolio

I will learn your ways
I will accept your ways of life
I wholeheartedly focus on your life and ways of living
Because I am Christian

I drank your blood, the wine
I ate your body, the bread

It was all part of a dare,
within a girl cabin, insomnia laden Truth or Dare at midnight
Little did I know that would change.
You met me last summer, but you probably don't remember,

I'm sitting here debating
Whether I'm ready to send it off
My poetry is beautiful...I've heard that before.
Not ready to publish yet(sigh)
I'm standing on the edge of that dilemma,

Last summer on an average day
I found you
We, two gifted students
Bonded

Pausing for the moment to stop and think
I gathered my thoughts
And rolled off to say hi

Last summer on an average day
I found you
We, two gifted students
Bonded

Pausing for the moment to stop and think
I gathered my thoughts
And rolled off to say hi

Sitting with ideas and thoughts
Thinking of you
Wishing I could put a thanks into words
For you...my dearest mother
I love you so deep
And I see it every time I look into your eyes

Sitting here, thinking.
Got nothing to think about
Just a perfect essay
With thought put into it too

Seeing it take shape
Under my hand
Thrilling.

History...not my best

Me, a poet
Penning beauty
To the unpublished portfolio
Sitting on my dresser

Debatable, yes.
Normal, no.

I want so desperately
To let my school see
The poetry I write
But I can't

Chemicals under flame
Big explosions
Brilliant flashes of light

Ideas... they come us at random
Like the brilliant flashes
Of magnesium under flame
They flow like homogenous mixtures

Tired eyes cast down
On a book
For a US History research paper
Boring

Westinghouse...mmm
so boring
Could be doing better

So bored and frustrated
Can't write Westinghouse

[center] Angels
Angels live among us
People designed in perfect form
They rescue us
From our own mistakes
Bringing us back from the brink
Of desperate Circumstance

[center] Lost
Without you I'm lost
Broken beyond recognition
Without you, my dear friend

Met last summer
On an average day
We got to talking
I was happy with you

Lost I was