Unmake The World

The walls come crashing in,
It's a beautiful disaster.
This world we live in
Couldn't break any faster.

This air I breathe,
It is tainted with the dust
Of the crumbling cities
That still build up around us.

I hear the footfalls of us all,
It's like we're walking on air.
The ground falls away
To reveal what's really there.

Slowly time goes backwards,
As our world is erased.
The buildings unbuild themselves,
Our history is replaced.

Plans For The Summer And Why

Well, last summer I didn't go anywhere, do anything, or even get to see any of my friends (for various reasons that I really don't need to get into) but this summer I really want to make up for that. I'm hoping my skin isn't permanently damaged  from last summer's lack of sun and will still be able to get tan, so tanning at the pool/beach is at the top of my list of priorities. Also, I really want to go on a backpacking trip, maybe in the Adirondacks or the Smokies or on a section the Appalachian trail. I'll have one week of the extremely exciting and utterly exhilarating job of....cat sitting. And the week before that I have to go through a rigorous course of learning how to cat sit. I'm sure everyone is very jealous of me. I'll be attending my mom's best friend's wedding, and I still need to buy a dress for that. Sometime in July, my family will be renting a beach house, which will be a big step up from babysitting a cat. I also have tennis lessons on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for the whole summer, so hopefully I don't knock myself out with the tennis racket. (And that is extremely likely to happen, but I can still hope.) Also, at the beginning of the summer I'm going to see tfios for my friend's birthday. (For all you people out there who don't know what tfios is, it stands for The Fault In Our Stars. Duh.)

Everyone Else's Story

I count the steps up the stairwell,
Stumble over the cracks.
I can't see where I'm going
But I know I can't turn back.

She lies in her bed now,
Looking at the stars.
She's stuck in her life now,
She would rather travel far.

He hides in the closet,
Hoping not to be found.
Cowering and shivering,
Screaming without a sound.

She walks the park alone,
With the shadows and the moon.
She wanders without thinking,
Not knowing what comes soon.

He holds her hand too tightly,
His fear turns red and loud.
He keeps her close even though
She wants to be let out.

And now she wakes and wonders
Just what was in her dreams.
Her life is still her own, she thinks.
But it's not what it seems.

Not enough Time

A thousand cranes,
A thousand words,
Unsaid, broken,
These poems and birds.

A thousand lives,
A thousand deaths,
So many hearts,
So little breath.

A thousand "I'm okay"s and "fine"s
A thousand wasted days gone by.
So many years that slip away,
So little time, too much to say.

The Old Man's Story

A piece of paper,
   pair of lips,
A kind man's story
   barely fits
Inside the space,
   inside the time
Of every day
   that passes by.

He tries, he hurries
   rushing on,
To fit his words,
   but they're too long.
He  pushes, pulls,
   screams and kicks,
But nothing makes
   his story fit.

Still he speaks,
   and still he writes
As he tries to win
   the pointless fight.
And finally
   with his last breath-
His story's done,
   he triumphed death.

Thoughts On Recent Tornadoes in the Southeast

Lately, there's been a lot of tornadoes and storms hitting down in the Southeast area. About 30 people have been injured and killed from them, and a lot of damage has been done. I, personally, am kind of a paranoid person. Anything from diseases to house fires to crazy storms gets me worried. So it goes without saying that tornadoes are not my favorite thing. And it sucks, because unlike diseases and house fires, there's no way to cure or prevent tornadoes. Now, it is possible to sometimes predict the tornadoes in advance and have enough time to get the people to safety, but that doesn't always happen and these storms continue to ruin homes and take lives. I think storms are cool to look at- from a distance -but I definitely wouldn't want to get caught in the middle of one. I hate seeing the stories that report the terrible aftermath of them, and I wish there was something I could do instead of just cringing away from the news reports.

About The Author

I write poems, words and rhymes,
When I have no other way
To explain what's on my mind,
To understand what I need to say.

I read the words that talk of beauty,
Places and wonders of all kinds.
I see in them what I want in me,
This, I search myself to find.

I revel in the outside world,
In every single broken blade
Of grass I pass, and every mountain,
Every flower in every glade.

Each thing out there, perfect or flawed,
Contains beauty that I strain to see.
I hike in the woods, bike on the paths
That are undisturbed, untouched, pure and free.