brazil_blondie4christ@yahoo.com
This is my poetry page, where I've collected some of the poems I've written since when I was nine... Poetry has always been my kind of thing, and when I get an interesting thought, I usually turn it into a poem:
Sink Into The Depths Of Expression...
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----Not Yet----Your face. What else can I see in my dreams? Why do I wake when you know I’d rather be… Asleep. A breath of soft breeze, Blowing through the night. Find me. Let me see you’re all right. Feel me, pressed against you tight, Breathing, I rest with all my might. Gently, you hold me… Closer. I can’t forget. Don’t let me wake up. Not yet. Age: 15 
----Sorrowful Song----Would that I could sing Sing of sweet things, Sing of sorrows to you. Would that I could bring Bring myself to be me, Bring my troubles all to you. I smile to the rain. My laughter floats through the night. My whispers are stifled. The lightning reveals my fright. And though I lay and wait, I pray. Singing brings lingering pain. Age: 15 
----Sweet Conscience----What a way, to feel beautiful. What a day to wander through. Here I stay, hearing the bronze bells toll, Thinking always all those thoughts anew. What a place, to find yourself. To take the risk of risking defeat. How do they all make it out, With peace of mind and conscience sweet? Age: 15 
----Awake? ----It’s so cold in the land of simplicity. The wind blows in synchronicity, With my new allure. Hold on to what draws you close. Out where the river floats Is where you’ll find me. My wings are folded between your arms. My fingers are holding onto my heart That’s stopped beating. I lie dreaming, deep inside my head. Traveled past a moonlit bed And still sleeping… Age: 15 
----Excuse----A bottle of words just waiting for me, Sits on the shelf inside the pantry. I step inside this cool recluse, When I need find some smooth excuse. Handles and doorknobs, brassy and old, Are smooth to feel and colder to hold. Slipping down, and around about, I have found my way in and out. Age: 15 
----As You Wish----A promise safe I keep for you; Nothing will break our love so true. I will not rest until I hold, The one who once my own heart stole. Over the months I wait to feel, Your strength I’ll cling to as you kneel. Never again will there be need; For you my soul will always plead. Age: 15 
----Release----The stars are spread on a sheet in the sea. Each one was hung specially for me. And this diamond mist has come to be, From constellations whose cries were set free. Age: 15 
----Somewhere in Between----Somewhere in between. Twisting to get a glimpse Of the mainstream. Somewhere uncomfortably close. And still far enough To be with the things I know. Oh what do I know? A Sunday to set me back Back in jeans and a messy braid. You know I can’t seem to find Another way to go on and not be afraid. Comfort me now, I’m seeking the forgotten lands. I’m needing someone to take my hand And show me how. When it’s cold, I still dive beneath the covers. The shelter warm, waiting for me to fall again. All the familiar feelings greeting my wayward soul. And I don’t know, what it is I know. Where have I come to? On who, can I possibly lean? Whose strong arms will take me in and carry me? Somewhere in between. Age: 15 
----No Worries----I want to throw myself off a cliff Then feel the air rush by. I want to give you my first kiss And never say goodbye. I’d like to make everyone gasp Then simply disappear. I’d love to listen to you laugh And have you wipe my tears. It’s a dance in the dark That makes things so clear. It’s that walk in the park That I’ll always hold dear. It’s the things left unsaid That you somehow seem to hear. It’s how there’s so little dread That we needn’t ever fear. Age: 15 
----Clouds----Seep in and sooth my soul, Softly your raindrops roll. Blurred, billowed pools - frayed heavens pour down on me. Fly by the windy skies, Sift through cold waters high. Swimming I glide - flowing tides cry down to me. Age: 15 
----If You Lead----Don’t read the paper, No news is good news. Flee the TV - All we win we soon loose. Set your sights low, With luck things will change. Things don’t work out. - Reality’s strange. If you are tempted, Sorrows don’t come alone. Don’t hope for the best. - Wax wings are overthrown. But if you should decide To give life a chance, Don’t hesitate to call. - If you lead, I will dance! Age: 15 
----Through You----What’s it like to remember me? To think about the things we used to see? Well maybe I’m alone. And maybe I’m with you, But that doesn’t mean that we can’t talk things through. Someday I’ll get over you. How are you when it’s cold and there’s no one to hold? To hear about me as we grow so old? So maybe it’s too late. And maybe we should wait, But what that means is that we’re nowhere through. I’ll soon forget about you. Now why does it feel so hard to remain this true? To listen to the things I thought I never knew. Yet maybe this has passed. And maybe it’ll last, But that just means all we can do is see it through. I want my heart back from you. Age: 15 
----Portunglish----Call me crazy, I’ll go insane! When your gaze is hazy I’m still here to claim. Something’s wrong? I’ll be alright. Got nothing else to do all night. Achará que as coisas não são bem assim! Tentei te explicar. Pensará muito mais e melhor de mim. Não falei que sou o que há? Life is spicy – what a ball! And when things get dicey you know who to call. Somehow I now will find a way, To rescue you and save our day. Age: 15 
----Fly Away----It’s the ones that nobody hears, Who always have the most to say. Come now; lend me your ear, And you will find a brand new day. Can it be that I’m still here, Standing with my feet on the ground? Watch me as I disappear, Into a world that can’t be found. Quickly now the clouds fade, My voice is once again quiet. Back to when I then prayed, That you could find me inside it. Paradise is not far away, I still can see us together. If only you could stay, Then we could fly away to forever. Age: 15 
----Adagio for Strings----Soft. Faintly approaching I know not what… And then, overture! Erupt. It is upon me. Stealing softly it covers it implodes it unveils. Gently, increasing, fading then releasing! Hear the agony, the bliss, the silence. The one small voice is now joined in a host of echoes, a chorus. Then, surging, they gain strength. Amounting before my eyes they rise. On light wings they soar as shadowed chains hold them down no more. And now, oh pain, oh joy, oh feel my blood tingle. Hear each string weep out in sorrow. The cries hover, rising, rising, Flying out of cages bursting over mountaintops and skies in one prolonged stream of pain, shrill, dying, ringing, weeping, crying, ECSTASY..! And oh, now gone. Gently being carried away, diseased. A mere shadow of what was, laying heavily on the impression left. And it slowly retreats. Ever further. Further. Solitary. A mere glimpse. A whisper. It is done. Silence. Soft. Age: 15 
----Hah!---- Smile at me, As you hold my hand. Laugh loud and free, Without reprimand. Come chase illusions, Over evening skies. Loose all confusion - Dare to wonder why. Age: 15 
----Cool Memory----I wish that words I could, Cause to flow in soothing manner. My pencil that it would, Draw comfort forth like waving banner. My eyes that they would shine, With a light not quite my own. And a voice that could remind, All cool memories of home. Age: 14 
----Hidden Treasure----I live in a palace where mold, Is in fact filigree of gold. And I walk on opaque floors, Which are actually opal cores. I brushed off rust from keys, That was in truth rubies. And curtains damp and dank, Were silk to be quite frank. So who will join me now, In this rich and wealthy realm? In a world where treasure somehow, Has to be found to overwhelm. Age: 14 
----Soul Song----Like a thousand points of light, In the midnight sky. And a choir of crystal beams, Who are gleaming and never die. So the souls of those now past, Can at last rest on high. And the visions we have dreamt, Are unkempt till we rise. Age: 14 
----Pipas Brancas----Birds, whirling, twirling from above. Butterflies are flying in the sun. Ribbons, fluttering softly in the air. Doves beat their wings with softened care. Children, holding balls of twisted twine, Smiling at the brightly lit blue sky, Gaze, staring up with all their might. Look, watch the dancing of the kite. Age: 14 
----Amarelo----A yellow light that freezes time; A golden glow that makes things old; A burning beam on floorboards streams; An angelic hue who my heart pierces through. Sweet afternoon in the eventide; Overflowing mists unveil a bride. Captured on canvass in ochre paint, Claiming the soul who looks and feels faint. A bleeding star as sinking low, A scarlet tide the wind does blow. A hidden fire sunken in pride, An overpowering pool of light then died. Age: 14 
----Treading Heartbeats----Percussion; flowing softly through my mind. Cymbals; crashing, flashing from behind. Submersion; sinking slowly into noise. Nimble; as I’m filled and overjoyed. Speed; come and catch me if you can. Flight; over air and space I ran. Leap; knowing not cruel gravity. Sight; come stare closely into me. Dancing; be gone all discomfiture! Swoon; reality has fled. Glancing; see life in all it’s tincture! Croon; for on heartbeats we now tread. Age: 14 
----Heaven's Roar----I'm livin' today like it's my first! I'm singin' a new song as my joy bursts. I believe in heaven, I've seen angels too! It's a miracle babe - believe me, it's true. As they’re all dancing around and singing, People prancing and church bells ringing! Hear the thunder and feel the power, Echoed wonder - the final hour. Now here I'm humming to myself 'cause see, With all my heart and being I believe. Hear it coming - paradise at the door, And I can see the Earth's no more. It's all been swept away... In heaven's roar. Age: 14 
----Assombrado----There’s something about a full moon, Hanging so low in the sky. It’s enough to have a wolf wail a tune, That would make the stars all cry. Hear as hoof beats thud over earth, When dusk flies blurrily by. And while the wind faëries shriek in their mirth, Blackened trees stoop low with sighs. Dark approaches on foggy feet, As dimness creeps and crawls trite. Shadows fall forth in a flood of deceit, And ghosts slink by in moonlight. Inspired by the 2004 transit of Venus. Age: 14 
----Canis Lupus----Phantom footsteps through shadows slide, Poetry in motion, a pun on pride. Tireless tremor, a slinking stride, Watch as on mist the pantomime glides. Something stirs as surge fears to face, A breathless hunt, a perilous race. With deadly ease and a frightening grace, Sharp jaw does close and ends the race. As the full moon shone on shivering height, A cry pierced the cold and shattered the light. Such icy grief felt this heart in its fright, That the ghost of his howl soared off through the night. Age: 14 
----Remembrance Bridge----Heart-shaped leaves My mind retrieves Across remembrance bridge. A dancing game It soon became As they spun among windage. Always fleeting Never flown I haven’t caught them yet. Still I’m meeting Those yet blown For naught shall I forget. Age: 14 
----Electric Moths----Electric moths, flutter. Brushing through chasms in time. The sounding silence mutters, Drowning out all left of rhyme. My eardrums beat, echo. As the chorded creeds cry on. Self-proclaimed prophets grow. Messengers, not gods. Age: 14 
----Dream----A little bird so carelessly, Perched aloof the cypress tree. But one thing did worry he: “Oh ‘to be, or not to be?’” And with such a glee supreme, Did he shout out “Dream! Do dream!” While still a darker answer bore, “Oh nevermore, no nevermore!” As shadows passed upon our friend, Never did his extol end. And even now through shady beam, You can hear still, “Dream! Do dream…” Age: 14 
----Down a Dirt Path----Poetry, I gave the name, To the roadside grass with purple grain. There they danced, in shadow garbs, Stringing music on faërie harps. Yesterday, a crumbled prose, Thus I called the withered rose. Fading back, through memory, Her petals strewn – lost reverie. One last prayer, promise begotten, Is the road not yet forgotten. It stretches out, still forwardly, Hoping for what cannot be seen. Ode song, ode premise, Oh where cloud horizon kissed. Always singing, always sung. How long above they will have hung. Age: 14 (Published in the Eternal Portraits book of poetry) 
----Them Who Fly----MK, TCK, Call it what you may. It’s the wall I run against; I crash into each day. Everything I know, All the things I plan; I can never show, These MC’s who I am. One sees glass half-empty, Two sees glass half-full. Who believes that MC’s, Just can never know? You can fight, and scream, Or just sit back and laugh. But never will they deem, Your world more than half. Oh to find a place, Where live those such as I. Them who give you grace, Them who know to fly. Age: 14 
----Foolish Fate---- Dance we did in laughter It flowed between our gaze. Haply ever after? A thing of yesterdays. You used to tell me always, Was always ours to share. And to ever speak of never, Oh no, we never dared! Wove on a loom of time, Time not spent nor bought nor borrowed. We spun a thousand rhyme, And song sung of tomorrow. But Fate, oh she was jealous, Jealous often as not. And so she did befell us, On the first of Chance she got. Now on Time’s fair beam, We sit so far apart. In a place as some but dream, Yet severed at the heart. But Jealous Fate, you haven’t won! We’ll discover each other anew. Save your jealous tricks for fun, As laugh we do at foolish you! Age: 14 
----Fleeting Sublime ----On such a day As meet we may, Beneath the twilit sky. The Sun be robed A bronzened globe, Warm memory of Goodbye. In fiery rain All trace of pain, Shed in mine heart doth die. And every tear Hath fled in fear, As catch, my look, thine eye. Age: 14 
----Evensong----Stars have such a seeking power! See their purple powder shine. A promise in a distant flower. O’ stilly star, do come be mine! May it be if I gaze up longer, I'll catch their sparkle in my eyes. Their evanescence makes me stronger, As eventide flows through the skies. My spirit's wings rejoice in soaring, Betwixt celestial points of light. On silver berth they lay their mooring, As I slip out into the night... Age: 14 
----Beija-Flor---- Oh wingéd patron of the night, With wings of shadows spun. Eyes blackened, burn a deathly bright, Flight – Midnight, intertwine as one. Hover, ushering demons forth, Beating, on feathered drums. Heartbeats rung across the wharf, Do moor the vessels that stead’ly come. Uttering ever one taciturn creed, Tremulous angel of hell. Come fierce a flash of ghoulish speed, With which, swift delight doth break the spell. To thee, beija-flor, adeus, farewell!* Age: 14 *Explanatory 
----Nighttime Plea---- Dear God, -I’m feeling sad Will you please brush away my tears? Where they came from I’m not sure, But they’re hoarded by my fears. Jesus, -I’m hurting My heart is breaking at your feet; Smooth your hand across my soul, Your soothing touch makes life so sweet. Spirit come, -I’m needy now Cast these sobs far from my chest; Melt this numbness here inside, And bring this child back to rest. Love, Lauren Age: 14 
----House of Mirrors---- ‘Tis mine a house of mirrors, It sits under the sky. ‘Tis wash’d by m’ tears, M’ smiles rub it dry. Inside sit many rooms, Some shut pretty doors. Others fall in ruins, Behind them olde torn floors. The walls stand painted differ’nt shades, ‘Tis on them, hang the mirrors. The dark ones close me in, ‘Tis their glasses, hold m' fears. Such looking glasses look inside, Reflect m’ heart and shine m’ mind. Reject m’ part and blind m’ kind. Cans’t I really call them mine? In each one I look and see, An alter’d version of what was me. Each one frames m’ face just so, Bringing back what ‘tis I us’d to know. Of times I discover empty words, Or cries of mine ‘twere never heard. M’ image stares on ever back. What am I seeing? What do I lack? This house of mirrors so constantly, Gives me back all that it sees. At times I hide m’self from them, I wish to look in peace again. For I’ve learn’d that cans’t be seen, the world through a mirror, Of times you have to look behind. Going backwards to go through the years, Stop your searching and see what you find. Age: 14 
----Alas---- How crude the genre, in which we express Every one of our heart’s desires. So bold yet foggy, it seems oppress’d By our own grey bogs and mires. To pen a word, which hath not charm nor bliss T’would feel of a blow, whilst you sought a kiss. And poetry I fear, hath lost its place Where such this much, bears so grim a face. T’is as a tear, falls in perfect sphere Which nought but again may be grasp’d. In the end, what is left to say But one bittersweet: alas! Age: 14 
----My True Loves----People make such fickle friends, To please and love and trust. I find more souls between bookends, Leaving only when I must. The human nature is to change, A word that I much fear. They set their sights within close range, And hit whatever’s near. But the fiction world, however far; No fingers does it point. It shines above like yonder star; Your thoughts with light it does anoint. “Bare with me now, keep up!” To people I must shout. But reading’s like a cup: I intake what it pours out. I do not have to worry, If tangible I can be. My mind’s pages, turn in a hurry, Can my book be reading me? Fickle fiction does not exist, Great book friends stay the same. By them alone have I been whisked, To the places that know my name. Age: 14 
----With Me---- Instead of laughing with them, Can’t you come laugh with me? You know it hurts me when, Alone I’m left to be. I’d tell you lots of jokes, If jester you wished to see. You’d call me friendly folk, And friendly we would be. With every word I said, You’d never cease to smile. That mask would soon be dead, And I’d see a little child. You know this would all happen when, I set out to break you free. So instead of laughing with them, Can’t you come laugh with me? Age: 14 
----Have You Ever---- Have you ever… Gone dancing with the hail Or singing with the rain, Or racing with the wind as it came without blame? Did you never… Try separating fireflies From the stars in the sky, Or watching a dragonfly as the wind blew it by? Could whether A dream lasts a lifetime, Or a life live a dream Depend on what it is that dream really means? Should better Be defined by the mind Of what was back in time Or of what isn’t that some day will be? Have you ever… Never Asked whether… What would be Could be… Forever? Age: 13 
----Bewitched----
What is this spell you’ve cast upon me? What kind of trick have you played? This strange new power you have over me. You’ve left me a little bit dazed. After one look at you, My heart started to spin. Just one day went by, And I was burning within. To have your eyes glance my way Pours hot coals on my head. To hear one word you have to say, Keeps me awake in my bed. When I can’t see your face, What I must say takes it’s place. When you’re sitting quite near, My mouth closes in fear. Where is this charm you seem to hold, That makes all my heart start to twitch? What is your secret, Do let me know. Release me, Yours Truly, Bewitched Age: 13 
----Up on a Cloud----Standing on tip-toe, Up on a cloud Sinking into the mist, As I look down. Edging gently over, To the softer side I hang over the edge, And start to slowly slide. I roll down onto, Another cloud below And hide myself, In it’s foggy hold. Peeking out, From where I lay I look down on, The ongoing day. With a slight sigh, I rest my head on my hands So glad to be rid of, Those far away lands. True it’s lonely, A mentor would be nice But friends seem to slip through me, Like melted crystals of ice. No one lasts long enough, They never stick around But hey, the loss is theirs: ‘Cause they’re still on the ground. And I’m up on a cloud. Age: 13 
----Tiny Footprints in the Sand----
Fresh and new, The sky so blue. Tiring and long, Let’s sing a song. Hot and tight, Step into the light. The breeze so warm, The sandy shore. Sea gulls screech, We’re at the beach. Take off your clothes, Excitement grows. Sunscreen on, This won’t take long. Go ahead and run, Have lots of fun. Don’t wade too far, Stay by that bar. Burning feet, The air so sweet. Splashing waves, A salty spray. Wet swimsuit, That smile’s so cute. Sandcastle fun, Play in the sun. Wipe off sandy feet, Sit down on that sheet. Rest your head right here, The waves seem so near. The ocean echoes, In that little ear. Slowly, those baby eyes, rest… Age: 13 
----Not Today---- Of course dear clouds, I’d love to play Just not today – I must hurry away. But green grass so sweet, To my bare feet On the street – I need now stay. My own lazy Sun, So ready for fun From your rays I must now block my face. Afternoon so new, How I miss you And your warm and worry-free grace. Moon my old friend, More time I wish to spend Singing with you, upon heavenly heights. Farewell restful night, I wish that I might Never leave you, to return to the light. Forgive me my friends – Not today. Age: 13 
----Butterfly Morning---- I close my eyes, And start to rise, I no longer touch the ground. The breeze blows by, I’m a butterfly, By not a worry am I bound. The sun releases it’s glow, And I sip a dose, Of it’s warm and vibrant light. The clouds turn white, It’s no longer night, And the moon slips quietly by. The grasses sway; Sing to the new day, And I drift off into the sky. I am a butterfly… And it’s a butterfly morning! Age: 13  ----Fading Softly---- A dream was given, As a gift to me. No words can describe, The things I did see. I lived the vision, I felt the hope. As I sailed off, In my dream boat. The stars were all singing, A song devinely sweet, The moonshine* flowed; swirled, Under my feet, And caressed; covered me, In it’s cold heat. Supreme was the bliss That entered my soul. I felt it lift me, In it’s soaring hold. Suddenly, a blink of an eye, The nod of a head, My dream bid me farewell… And I was left in my bed As it faded… softly… away… *A river of electric dreams, a liquid form of moonlight that flows through the stars, and if you stand in it's light, when it shines on your face, you become radient. (of course the dictionary will tell you otherwise) But that's what moonshine is you know... a soft, cold heat, in the form a a glow. Age: 13 
----England----- Sweeping willows drop their leafy tears upon the ground, Green blankets laced with yellow flowers stretch for miles ‘round. The misty brook goes gurgling on whispering without a sound, Little dolls’ houses made of brick are placed on grassy mounds. This is the land of dreams of old that linger in the fields, Of days gone by with long proud times, Lost in their royal magesty. Age: 12 
----Over That Rainbow----
Over that rainbow are wonderful things, Crafted in splendour, And made for kings. Over that rainbow, My dreams come true. Because over that rainbow, I'll be with YOU! Age: 10  ----June---- Swinging in the breeze, As calmly as you please. A lark lands among the the leaves, And sings out a song of peace. A butterfly flutters by, And floats off into the sky. Drifting, drifting, Ever so high... Age: 10  ----Song Bird---- A song bird sings, A beautiful tune. And flee must all, That's gray and gloom! Age: 10 
----The Rainbow's Colors----
The rainbow's special colors, Are beautiful and rare. They are only used in things, Made with special care. They give a sweet sensation, To anything they touch. They brush off on creation, And fill the world with such. Age: 10 
----Silver Frost----
Silver frost is in the air, Silver frost is everywhere. Silver frost is in the grass, On the windows of my class. And when the sun comes out to play, The silver frost all melts away. Age: 9 (Published in the Highlights for Children magazine)
Copyright © 2001 Lauren G. Rodgers. |
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----Vita Furtum----You find yourself at the end of the day, With all your advice given away. All their hopes and dreams were spilled out to you. And there you sit, just sorting through Other people’s lives They come to you be it rain or shine, And you always smile and say they’ll be fine. You give them hopes and dreams and then Sit all alone thinking back to when You had other people’s lives. Now they’re all smiling with comforted cheer: You were there for them, you hid their fears. And once again you murmur soft, Something about something you forgot. And you slip away… Into somebody else’s life. 
----My Love----Borrowed laughter and silent smiles, Speak to me throughout the miles. Drowning out the misery, I found out my life’s lonely. Sorrowful songs sing true to me, I listen and sink in the saltwater sea. Headaches and heartbreaks come naturally, Clarity allows the grief to come free. Singing so low and bitter sweetly, Sorrow echoes and settles in me. Somebody soon should find the key To unleash the dormant hysteria you see: My love. Age: 15 
----Who? ----I don’t know who I’m talking to. When I search for the one my thoughts go through. Whoever it is, wherever you are. Trust me you make it just that hard. Hazy, obscured in the corner of my mind, Procure answers and elucidation you’ll find. I would if I could wrap myself in a moment Where warmth meets kind and sleep finds comfort. Protect me, you spirit from the damp and the cold. My mind is still stuck within your hold. Age: 15 
----My Face----A broken angel who tries To fly past the gates of hell Is caught upon the sharp steel And cries out loud for help. Her voice is heard, from a distance; But no one comes to watch her fall. To see her struggle, her resistance; Outside of hell’s cold wall. There she hangs, still plummeting, Praying not to die. Her frozen feathers crumbling; Crystalline tears drop from her eyes. Her worthy spirit quivers, She knows the end draws close. From her mouth an empty whisper Deliverance doth approach. Someway, someone has heard her, For her torn wings start to heal. Unfolding life surrounds her And her sufferings she cannot feel. Breath little angel, live. Float away from this harrowed place. And never may you forget, The day you saw my face. Age: 15 
----Something----Something that you’ve never seen before It’s knocking, why do you shut the door? You’re tripping and slipping, crash to the floor! I can’t wait to catch you anymore. Age: 15 
----Washed Away----A sadness is settling down, Like a fog on the rock ridden shoals. Creeping and crawling inside, It slowly takes a hold. A barrier rises between, A gap that the gulf has clenched. Watch as the bridge slides in, And crumbling flames are quenched. The quiet that blankets the brink, Of the motionless waters is deaf. All life fades away from the coast, Of the sandy footprints of death. And nothing is left. Age: 15 
----Watching Her---- Watching her Walking around You’d never even know What’s buried deep, There beneath. In her skin, Hidden within She never wants to show (Behind her front) Anyone Could still want The worst of sins: To somehow closer grow. That is where She wouldn’t let them go It was fair But yet she still said, “No” And so now You see what has become Of the proud And sweet and strong and young. Age: 15 
----Striving for Perfection----Won’t you give me some space? Just lend me a little grace! Stop trying to save face… We keep coming back to this place. I can’t find the reason why, Why you never even seem to try. Speak to me through the lie; Is it really that hard to cry? My gorgeous mask is complete; I can withstand all your heat. Everyone knows I’m merely sweet… This charade cannot be beat! I’m trying to see through, Into the inner you. I want you to tell me who, I would find if I really knew. Go away you unfortunate pest. Can’t you see I already passed the test? I’m giving this word its best… Perfection can never rest! Age: 15 
----The All----Recently, The world has turned its back on me. All the faces, I used to know are suddenly falling away… And the peace that was replaced, By this inner confusion in me! How I need to crawl back deep into that place, The one where you always used to be. The shadows are stretching their fingers to reach Into the distance - the sanctity I couldn’t keep. And a whisper, a whisper so loud Full of pain - full from the heartache around, Calls out to me… Hear it breath. “Oh oh… What could be more then the all?” Age: 15 
----Naïve---- Listen to her cry. Watch as she wipes her eye. She stands on wooden stilts. How far she lets them tilt! Watch as her long straight hair, Gets tied up without a care. Her beautiful young face, Has taken her soul’s place. Stumbling over all the hurdles, She thought that she could cover. Inside she shrieks, her heart curdles; Such scoring makes a distant lover. She pays such an easy fare, Too easy to get her by, Oh how we wish she’d stop to stare And see the world’s true lie. Listen to her sing. Watch as she’s pretending. She’s blind and doesn’t know. The girl has far to go… Age: 15 
----Pathetic----It’s great you think that we all care, Like we’d be there for you. How nice to know that when you’re down, Not one will frown on you. Such stupid little consequences Couldn’t come leaping over fences, Like the poorly whitewashed ones you build. What nonsense you talk into heads, Once you’re sure they’re interested. How sad you are - you’ll be when you understand. Age: 15 
----What’s Wrong With Me?----How do you expect me to go about this place? The one we somehow come to regardless of the pace. Is it wrong to chase? I’ve tried again and once more to make some progress here. You’ve died back then and before yet never disappear. Have I shed my last tear? The hours pass inside the glass that’s captured all our time. What I used to fear’s no longer near and you’ve been left behind. So what keeps creeping in my mind? Now how do you expect me to continue in this way? Where for have I been headed towards? I wonder every day. What tricks will you yet play? As soon as I get going fast, just when I think I’ve seen last; You’ll stop me right there in my tracks and show me all of this has passed. Has the final part been cast? I need the answers but ask the wrong things. You could show me what it is you think. What’s wrong with you ? Why don’t you give me the feeling I plead? It’s not too much that I want to receive. What’s wrong with me? Age: 15 
----It’s Not Too Late----It makes me sick It makes me hurt To see you fall so hard Scraping by Sell your heart And never cry It makes me sick To hear the things you say To hear you laugh You can’t keep back When I know you feel that way I can’t hold out Much longer You’ll have to try To be stronger And it just breaks my heart To see you fall apart And I want to run away with you And it tears me to pieces To see you unleash this And I can’t watch anymore These scars won’t go away This is not a game to play You can’t go on like this Blood will stain your face You will fall from grace You can’t live life like this Why? Why won’t you listen To a friend? Why won’t you help me help again? It’s not too late. Age: 15 
----Fallen----They carry the flags, Weary, wilted, As legs march back. Lifting the banners, Sagging shoulders, Bear what they lack. Torn open hearts, Weeping, dreary, Their teardrops splash. Still hoping flames, Burn, flicker, rise, As all stand steadfast. Age: 15 
----Be Kind----Make me sigh, make me sob. Make me cry - what else to rob?! Burning flames of bliss blistering me. Let’s just pretend in the end I still can’t see Take my lies, take my fraud. Taking back your selfish job?! You I feel, wrapped around this mind of mine. Oo, so real, lift my wings up one more time to fly. Hold my head and gently and help me climb. This wish will be recalled, once fallen behind. So show that there’s still on who will be kind. Age: 15 
----Step Down----I don’t like you It hurts me To say that you’re no more. What can I do? It scares me To see you lost in your own war. Run and hide ‘cause you’re not wanted Loose your pride and then find someone Else to listen to your whining Oh, roll away the curtain So then I can be quite certain That you just aren’t there at all for me to see You always have to be so hard You couldn’t soften out Not even if it killed you would you start to have self doubt Step down. Your crown has broken. I frown, to see you now. Step down. Accept this token From one who already knows how. Age: 15 
----Poltergeist----Let’s pretend you could hear me; My cries of pain, my hurt, myself. Just looking at your picture, Collecting dust upon my shelf. Daunting, your smile scares me; Frozen in a time not my own. Shivering I dare remember, All the places I once called home. Not tangible to touch me; A ghost, you stare behind the glass. The night we spent together… -That lifetime was our last. Age: 15 
----Generation Clone----Wanna be somewhere else Wanna do nothing at all Gonna freak you out Mess around while I fall Dance now make a move Take a chance just don’t call Get over it, the stuff you hate It kills me to feel so small And I just can’t run from you And it must be faintly true I no longer fear what’s new But who’s to say I had a clue? Follow fads that fade out Hollow pictures on your wall Staring ‘round long and hard Watch me bend down far and crawl Who’s to know to care? I was spared for the wrong thrall It dares fight life back The spectrum rises above all. Age: 15 
----Back----It’s a feeling we’ve all had before. It’s the meaning we’re searching for. When our hearts are on the line, When we say, and pray we’re “just fine”. Oh that’s when there’s nowhere else to turn, And that’s where we have to stop to learn. In a face; someone to know. Where there’s grace; somewhere to go, You don’t have look anymore. And I have found an open door. It’s a place of mind we’re all going to It’s the space in time that we once knew So why bother? Soon tomorrow is ours. Cry over my shoulder and in my arms Now just come sit and stay a moment, If we would only wait and foment, Then see the only lonely way, Is back. Age: 15 
----Déjà vu à le Plus Subtile----And the saddest word of all, (Memory) Echoes with the call, Of what used to be. Around has twisted present (Visibility) So that now all harm’s been spent On what can’t be seen. Cry on do those who know, (Certainly) With hope the future road “Ends here with me.” And just these tangled words may, (Possibly) Matter – As the former causes the present Caused the latter be. Age: 15 
----The Corners of My Mind----It’s a muddled troubled moment, On a rainy Christmas day. As the clouds roll through the darkening sky, And everyone’s gone away. And you see me sit in silence, And I cannot see past. As we stand before a barrier, That cannot be the last. And we seem to wash away, Trapped in this cold corridor, Like those that never end. You can wonder if there’s more… And the world has now abandoned us, And the rest just fly on by. - The corners of my mind. Age: 15 
----Just Go----I have a message. Will you listen? It’s not a secret, I’m here to tell. But you mentioned With a whisper, That you don’t care If I dare yell. I want to cry. Do you know why? My day was hard, And no one’s there. Would I sit here And think these things? If it weren’t so tough To get somewhere? Slowly staring, Out the window Do I hear My own cold pleas? I couldn’t in My right mind. Can this freak Possibly be me?! Well, sorry. We don’t care. Don’t bother ‘Cause no one’s there. Why would we? Why should we know? Want to get somewhere? Just go! Age: 15 
----Odium----I hate, I loath, I despise. Death be on all who cross my eyes. I gnash, I scream, I’m ablaze. This wild beast trapped in a maze. I rage, I rant, Oh what malice! Come swallow poison from my chalice. I scorn, I spite, I revolt. Go far away! Leave me alone! Revulsion, disgust, rebel, distrust, Abhor, detest, reject, distressed! The night of slight and spurn has lain. And how I spurn the day with deep disdain. Age: 15 
----Halloween Lightning----Spirits seek me now. In shadows they appear. The thunder that beckons to them is now drawing quite near. Electric flashes fill the sky, As trees blow in the wind. The calamity of tempest tide now signaling the end. Whispers hanging in the air. The streets grow slowly dark. And from the silhouetted clouds do all hallowed beings hark. Age: 15 
----The Edge Unknown - The mist between the blue.----How do I erase Every special face, Without expunging signs Of how I cross these lines? In future days I may Learn to knowingly obey, The course that this life leads Even when my heart still bleeds. But now I wander through Corridors of what I knew, Which make me wonder how How I’ll stumble out of now. For as I’m on the edge Where unknown my life I pledge, I aspire to carry through, Through the mist between the blue. Age: 15 
----Grave----The dampness and gray Of a dull spring day, Drips off branches’ decay As bowed heads turn away. The minister still prays; The undertaker stays. And they slowly parade, Twos and threes, from the grave. Age: 15 
----Lost----Disturbed, distressed, confused; Perturbed, upset, bemused. If you could be but more, Then I now could be quite sure. Exempt, immune, excused; Intrigued, alert, amused. Since you have come to me, Then I now begin to see. Transfixed, enticed, becalmed; Enrapt, spellbound, enthralled. Whisper but once my name, And I fear I’ve lost the game. Age: 14 
----Missing You----Missing you, Like no one ever understands. Wish I knew, What it feels like, holding hands. Sobbing deep, Where no one ever looks nor sees. Throbbing sleep, Corrupt with wakened memories. Wandering gazes, Believe “Seek and yea shall find.” Yet pondering mazes, Cry “Come in and become blind” But here I’m missing you, Like no one ever understands. And I still wish I knew, What it might feel like, holding hands. Age: 14 
----Dusting Off Life----Gone - an imprint, a brushstroke... A mark made faintly near. Strong - a fever, a coal stoked... Hot whisper in my ear. Far - not ever, not closely... The wind blows feelings felt. Scars - left on me, cut deeply... My heart has long since melt. Trials - rejoicing, I suffer... Perseverance builds up trust. Hopeful - still patient, no rougher... Character sifts through life's dust. Age: 14 
----Far From Trusting----Where are you? Where did you go? Who are you? I want to know. I want to lay inside your arms. I want to understand your heart. I want to know just who you are. I want to know why we’re apart. Oh an if you’re not actually for real, Now why do I even care? But since there’s nothing I can feel, Then how could you possibly be there? The proof all points to you and yet you don’t even exist. If my hypocrisy is untrue then why not prove me blasphemes? Speak to me only when I can in fact hear your voice. Give me a sign and then leave me no other choice. My ears are surging with “why?”s; I don’t understand – my world is rusting! Doubts now flood through my eyes; In this new mind I find I’m far from trusting. Age: 14 
----Left Behind----When shining diamonds turn to dust, And glistening gold begins to rust, When crystal water turns to ash, Then the first shall be the last. When all your treasures stored in locks, Turn into earth and sand and rocks, When money here’s not worth a cent, Then you will know your time’s been spent. When wings are not needed to fly, And eternal wealth abounds, When women wail and children cry, For those left on the ground. Age: 14 
----6 Essential Questions----What part of my heart will I give to you? What piece of it will you now take? Choose carefully now, I beg you, For I cannot let it break. How far will we walk together? How much further is yet to come? Step carefully now, I beg you, For I do not wish to run. Who have you held before me? Who will you hold in years come? Think wisely now, I beg you, For all is not said nor done. Why do you glance to your side? Why not look straight ahead? Don’t be blind now, I beg you, For beauty will soon have fled. When will I find you again? When did you find me before? Come stand near me now, I beg you. For soon we may be no more. Where is the future point of parting? Where do our lives divide? Let my hand slip away now gently, But I beg you, don’t say goodbye. Age: 14 
----Unspoken Farewell----It was a year ago today, With fire I began to play. I got burnt, I broke my rule, It started when I fell for you. I knew better, I see that now. But then, how could I’ve known just how, How it would end, and you would win. Oh why did it all have to begin? Me so young, and you so coy, What did you do to me dear boy? You made me soar on wings and fly, And was it you who made me cry? I smile now when I think things through, How tangled up I was in you. As I sigh a little, cry a bit, Knowing that you never knew it. I left too soon, and you too shy, That neither one did say goodbye. So now you’re gone and far away, Oh, it was a year ago today… 27/06/04 Age: 14 
----Soldier Game----A little hand, a makeshift toy. The makings of a soldier boy. Battles fought in war of fun, How carelessly he waves that gun. Salute the flag, a country proud, At soldiers’ feet the young boys bowed. Make me ready, make me strong, So I may sing the marching song. With bold goodbye and spirits high, Did our strong boys march off to die. And in the dust that blew and burned, The little men did wait their turn. But now their time has come and gone, And have they made us proud? Which of us dare to boast of brawn? When cowards crow aloud. Which of us now can wave a flag, When we are yet to blame? And will our boys still wish to brag, Of this our soldier game? Written in shameful memory of the abused Iraqi prisoners held by American soldiers. Age: 14 
----Vulnerable----Vulnerable. Imploding heartbeats. Stripped. I cannot hide. Innocence. Death by deceits. Shivering. They see inside. Weeping, where no one sees. Smiling. (I’ll say I’m fine). Sleeping, lost in my dreams. Sighing. (What hope is mine?) Hold me I’ll pretend you’re here. Tell me that I’m not to cry. Show me that I shouldn’t fear. Let me know when it’s alright. Age: 14 
----Only He----The softness of your eyes; It hurt me. I stared in white surprise, Which burnt thee. I hide my gaze now lest, Inside me, What naught in life be best, Divide thee. And now please go away, Do leave me. You cannot want to stay, Cans’t thee? You bring reminder of, One to me, Whom once I did call love… Renew thee, leave me, truth do free me! But only he, not thee, hath never seen me. Age: 14 
----Pity Me---- It’s so typical. Where have I seen this before? You all glide on through the sunshine. And I am left back in the storm. The laughter stings. Cutting time and time again. I can’t bring you back to me, Can’t use force with you, my friend. Distance is a liar. You can’t trust it to get you by. You sit across the room from me, A room of a million miles. No no, that's right: I'm here. Busy sinking lower still. Pity me: I’m my own worst fear, Self-induced, yet not by will. Age: 14 
----Advice to the Young-----Such as M’self- Pacing ‘tween long rows, Of painf’ly straight white stones. Facing countless woes, Who lay hidden ‘neath still bones. M’ thoughts – drown’d out by voices Of a thousand soundless mouths… M’ eye’s – haunt’d by choices, Of those who fell yet prowde… Ethereal peace heav’ly hangs, Upon the calm ‘afore a storme. Shiv’ring with a silent pain, At the thought of those who mourne. Tread caref’ly, gently now, O’ foot of mine so bolde. Ye know but little of how, The young become so olde. Age: 14 
----Hidden---- I stare. Sitting quietly behind the shadows… Don’t worry, You can’t see me. Beware. No secret are your battles… Don’t hurry, Keep breathing. Observe, I’ve been watching for awhile… Keep calm, I will follow. A word, Leaves my lips without a smile… A silent psalm, I am hollow. You can’t leave me, (Oh I know the truth) Because I’m not there. (I can look right through) And even though you won’t see me, (As I see you) I continue to stare. (I’m looking right through) Age: 14 
----Once More---- Break my heart Shatter it one more time. Such a beautiful thing it was, Back when it was mine. Crush my spirit Grind it into dust. How high it used to soar, In a time when it could trust. Tear me apart How long I have been scattered. A soul that can’t belong Is a soul that’s been shattered. Step on me I no longer feel the pain. I’ve been numbed too long, Drenched by this frozen rain. You’ve won the game Do you feel no shame? You’ve made your claim. I’m yours, to ignore, Once more. Age: 14 
----To Read Your Mind----Somehow I imagine, As I walk past, The things known are few, And the things thought are vast. That I could take two steps backwards, And hear what was being said. That the words I could see with shrew eyes, Hearing from the back of my head. To keep inside my mind, A memory of every chance, Mention of this name of mine, Would cross another’s glance. To know how I placed in yours, Or at least on what ground I stand. For I fear my knowledge is vague, That I’m stepping in sinking sand. It’s hard enough to hear echo, My own thoughts through my own scale. But not to hear yours of mine, I might as well sigh and fail. Why don’t you try? Why do I cry? Why do your eyes not open wide? Why cannot I just see inside, To read your mind but one last time. Age: 14 
----Fourteen---- 14 ways to say no 14 faces that never show 14 days in a row 14 summers I’ve seen go Nothing special about 14. Not sweet-sixteen, Nor dancing queen. No new ego on which to lean What do you mean, Oh strange 14? I’m one year closer… Approaching what? On my heart… One more day cut. As I trod on through… The same deep rut. It couldn’t be, That on my own… This endless trail, I’m left to roam… Taking me, Away from home? A tear now laughs, A smile sighs. What does 14 do With ordinary lives? Thirteen, farewell, To thee, good-bye! What will you bring... Oh 14, tonight? Age: 14 ----In Memory of Mine---- I left you On a gray and frigid day. My heart froze As I turned my head and drove away. My world stopped and I was blind My eyes looked on but didn’t see. It was panic in a dead mind A drowning soul on an empty sea. I don’t know which was colder My tears or the frozen rain. I couldn’t have felt older I was numbed by the icy pain. Have you forgotten me? How have you changed? You haunt my dreams. In them you cry and call my name. I’ve saved a memory, it’s tucked away. It reminds me of, our happier day. There it will stay, just that way. I won’t let it fray, you won’t slip away. I haven’t forgotten Age: 13 
----A Lua Preta Dança---- Swimming deep in hidden oceans. Sitting on a rocky shore. Swiftly darker clouds roll in. Slowly the water turns black and the sky is torn. Vem as ondas, batendo forte. Vem o vento frio do norte. Cai a chuva, as gotas voam. Me abracem e me cubram. The wind’s long fingers run through my hair. My feet spring over wet gray sand. The hail flies against my face so bare. The icy spray splashes across my hands. Por quanto tempo que eu danço? Pergunte ao sol que se esconde. Até que divindade eu alcanço? Implora à lua, que sabe onde. Age: 13 
----Abstract---- Words rush at me, I brush them away. Words can’t help me, Say what I must say. All my thoughts group together Piling high. I push them far back, Deep inside. My tears fall and feed, An underground stream. Evaporating sorrow, Gives off a cold steam. My smiles fall silently, Inside a cardboard box. They are no prize, They need not locks. Why do my hands Try to keep clean? What are they waiting for? What can their emptiness Possibly mean? Will they ever fill once more? Though even now, A word… A thought… You could not Understand Age: 13 
----All I Want---- Yeah it’s me, The same old seed sown. But I wish you could see, Just how much I’ve now grown. Now I look, before I leap (Before I’d skip right through) Now I think, before I speak (If you only knew…) My colors shine now, Brighter and stronger. My story somehow, Has gotten quite longer. But how is it then When confidence most matters, It’s around you when All I’ve built bends and shatters. Dust at your feet, Just put me back together. All that I want, Is for you to make me better. All that I want, Is to have your approval. Accept me? You could… Or can that smile mean… you will? Age: 13 
----Please?----
I am falling, Won’t you catch me? Carry me in your arms. I am crawling, Won’t you lift me? Scoop me up into your heart. My eyes are empty. Help me fill them? Let me glean some light from yours. My voice is sleeping. Wake my silence? Speak to me with soft words. So drained of color, Bleached dark white. As withered leaves float through the night. If a wind could lift me, I would fly. If a smile could touch me, My heart wouldn’t sigh. Won’t you come, Be my breeze. Do Love, capture me, Please? Age: 13 
----When I Look at You----
When I look at you, All my eyes can see, Is the way you were meant to be, The way you could relate to me. Your smile could mean so much, Love could flow from your touch. Your words would run deep, I'd think through them in my sleep. You could make the world such a beautiful place, I could see God in your face. But this emptiness that fills my soul, Is in the places you still have to grow. In the only way that you refuse to see, The only person you were meant to be. Why won't you please, Please cut yourself free? What is blinding you from the real? But until you tell me, I guess all I can do is kneel. When I look at you, I cry. ~Ephesians 5~ Age: 13 
These are the words to a song I wrote on the piano:
----Here In the Woods---- Here in the woods are whispers, Here in the forest are secrets to tell. Lost in the shadows are voices, Drifting around, and Singing their songs of the dark and broken hearts. Laughter and teardrops Ring all through the trees, Echoing off of the leaves. Beauty and Sorrow, Blow in on the breeze. Cold clouds from afar, Breath their snow on the trees. Age: 13 
----Not a Game----
You make me feel, Not quite real. Like a breeze that chills, Then passes. My words to you, Seem to slip right through, As running water, Through the grasses. My deepest thoughts When placed before you, Look like nonsense Just there to bore you. A broken silence Crushed with words of truth, Only serves to remind you, How I am “uncouth” When I whisper, You hear a shout. When I murmur, You cry out, With feigned offense and blame. When I call upon Him, You laugh with your eyes. When I fall before Him, You harden and rise, Pretending to hear His name. Won’t you see: Mine is not a game. Age: 13 
----I am a Treasure Chest----
I am a Treasure Chest, Full of hugs not given, Of thoughts forbidden, Of warm embraces, And smiling faces, All locked away. Days spent together, Lasting forever, Never discovered. Romantic dances, Not to be stolen, By mear dreamy glances. I will not release my precious things, I'll preserve them carefully, As if for kings. They will stay my possesion, Free of any guilty confession. I will build strong walls, To guard them well. Like a pearl, In it's shell. My gate keeper keeps them safe, Helps me listen, helps me wait. One day He will find for me me, Someone to whom I may give the key. But until that day, I surely pray, That he will wait for me. I am a Treasure Chest. Age: 13 
----It's Easy----
It's easy It's easy to get caught up in the rush. It's easy not to care about that much. So easy It's easy to get lost along the path. It's easy to think you're first but still be last. So easy It's easy to believe you really know the way It's easy to let yourself be led astray So easy It's all so easy, and yet, It's so hard. Age: 12 (Published on the BeingGirl website) 
----One More Day...----
I sigh as I face, In this new place, One more day, In most every way, Just like the others. I guess that's what hurts the most. Age: 12 
----I've Seen That Little Girl----
I've seen that little girl, Staring from her window. Like a little pearl, Locked up in it's shell. She's caught up in her dreams, She's lost among her thoughts. She's living a world, That's not real. She's loosing in a game, That doesn't exist. She fights a battle every day, That she cannot resist. She can't find the answer, She can't find the way. She can't find the words, To say what she must say. She's tangled in an invisible web, She can feel it all around her. She cries invisible tears, And knows not where they found her. I've seen that little girl, Wrapped up in her little world. I've seen that little girl. That little girl was me. Age: 12 
----The Perfect one----
Of all the places she had been, Of all the songs that she had sung, Of all the people she had met, Of all the shapes that she had hung, She could not find the perfect one. The perfect one where she belonged, The perfect one sweet melody, The perfect one that she could love, The perfect one that fit. She spent many of her years, Searching, Singing, Looking, Listening, For the perfect one. But has she found it? Age: 12 
----A Melted Gray Confusion---- Thoughts mixed with slumber, Doubts without number. I have no inspiration, A lack of sensation. Passionate thoughts have fled me. As my troubled mind ceases to seek, In my plans there appear leaks, And all my answers escape me. Age: 12 
----A New Meeting----
Of a new kind and of a new mind, I come to you now. Many things new, have left me scarred, And bruised. Sorrows, discoveries, trial and error, Have much in a man Like footprints in the sand. But yet I am the same. Age: 11
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