A girl with storms in her eyes

They think I am small
I am insignificant
I am careless
I am odd…
They think I am not competition.



I am actually strong willed
I am determined
I am prudent
I am my own person…
I am actually a force to be reckoned with.



In photos I may be brown eyed
May have dark brown hair
May not be flawless
May not look blank…
so they think I am not competition



I am actually a girl with storms in her eyes
A girl with flaws
A girl with thoughts
A girl with a mind of her own…
I am actually a girl with a past that she is not afraid of,
 Looking to a future she can see.

The Thing With Society

           In life, we are little red riding hood, and the society is the big bad wolf.

         

          In class we discuss how "the body is like a canvas" but aren't canvas' supposed to be filled with art?

          Because instead of accepting and appreciating the art, we Laugh at a girl because her form of art is a birthmark covering half her face. Or the boy who was attacked by a dog and his form of art is  2 four inch scars running down his neck.

            We say that art is a part of life, but only accept certain forms. We act as though, if our world was an art museum. for it to be close to any definition of perfect, Everything would be white. The walls, the canvas', everything. and they'd all be the same size. A perfect square.

              But is it our fault? Is it our fault that we where raised in  this society?  That this is how we've came to be?

             In my opinion... No.

             You see, that's the thing with society. We judge, because someone once judged us.

          

              We refuse to love, because someone once refused to love us.

           

               And in the end, some decide they're not worth it. because once, someone told them they weren't.

               So who's fault is it?

              Ours?

              Or society's?

They

They are the ones
who can't see
the humans
on either side of them
in their souls
and in their hearts
What does it mean to care?

You are the mountain
they have to get around
your backs are the stairs
that get them to the top.
does anyone really care?

Their eyes widen
when you fall short
they don't understand
or what life means
they can't see what lies ahead
they can only see
the "they" beneath.

They are you and me.

Autumnal

The Fog
with the sun
rises above the bay
you can still see the light
it drains through the mist but you still see
it's glow

antlers
you don't see them
until you hit them with your headlights
and they're gone
from the day










The Fog
the sun
sets into the bay
the moonlight stands triumphant
and the
crackling flames
pull you away
succor and release me from this bitter cold and

The Fog

A Deeper Understanding

 When you look around what do you see?

  You see the grumpy old teacher, whom you thinks life goal is for him to yell at you and give you extra algebra 2 homework.
Like you really need that. 

 You see the girl who, every time you say hi just trying to be nice, glares at you, with such ferocity it would seem that you killed her family.

 You see the loner kid of the class, he never talks. To anyone. Yet he is brilliant.

 You see class clown. He always gets in trouble (mostly because of the grumpy old teacher,) and yet still laughs like it's his job. But there's just something off about him.

 

Poem: The Hidden Life of the Gamer

I'm a gamer.

Nothing I can do about that.

Take away the game,

Take away the heart.

Even though I'm stuck like this,

I don't want to leave.

But maybe,

If I never ended up this way,

My life would be much different.

Extraordinary

Sometimes 

On a boring day like this 

I feel like doing something 

Extraordinary. 

But I can’t  

Because I’m ordinary 

And I’m in stupid math class 

In a falling apart 

72-year-old school 

In a stupid little town 

Where our only fame  

was born from a  

Long distance runner 

Who died 

Drunk driving.  

But he had cool hair. 

 

Nowadays 

All you have to do  

Is get people’s attention 

By being the absolute best 

The most impressive 

Over all the rest 

 

To the people who can throw the football the farthest; 

Run the fastest; 

You lucked out. 

To the people who can scrawl some words on a page 

And leave the reader’s mouth hanging open; 

Go for it.  

Because there’s still those people  

Sitting around  

Who were always only halfway 

To life’s expectations.  

When asked what their hobbies were, 

All they could ever think of was 

Eating; 

Because it’s better than being empty. 

Sleeping; 

Because it’s better than being awake. 

And living out those glorious days where you don’t have those urges 

To punch everyone in the face. 

 

To all those people; 

You’re not alone.