hope

hope is in the

not the kind of hope where I hope I finished my home work

but the kind of hope where I hope I can succeed

not the kind of hope where I hope I can win

but the kind of hope where I hope I can do well

not the kind of hope where I hope I can actually finnish this poem

but the kind of hope where I hope I can write a poem

the hop means something to everyone

Always

Always the winter breeze
the sweet sunshine
Always the love of family
the emerald moonlight shining through my window
Always the baby learning how to smile and walk
the tiny new little feet hitting the wooden floor
Always waking up combing my hair then brushing my teeth
the sweet minty glimmers of white
Always the safest place to go
the innocent sweeps my mind
the bad dies and fades away, always

The Past

The past.

The stream of sadness.

knowing that I could never have just one house

switching week by week

no more dog

that bone that he choked on was all he needed

2+2=4

well thats how many parents I have now

it started out as just 2

but 4 is much different

the sad trickles down my back

I tell myself if they're happy, I should be happy

but it'd hard.

If you were me you would know

four different opinions every day

it's hard

I would know

I Have Everything

I have everything and faith;

faith in the world around me that's tipping

over into a new dimension.

I have everything and the shining moon;

shining over the deep roars of the city,

depending on her to give them light.

I have everything and purple, black and green;

the deep indigo purple, the bright

neon green, and the deep depth

of pitch black. I have everything and family;

the family that has four parents as well as

brothers, and just one me the only girl.

I have everything and peace;

the peace that so quiet I have to

plug my ears.

I have everything and joy;

not the looking up photos

of Cookie Monster on google,

but the joy of knowing that I'm at peace

with my family.

I have everything and time;

not the time to score the winning

goal in soccer, not the time to

finish homework 5

days before its due,

but time to know I'm

happy, time to sleep

and dream about stuff that

could only happen in my mind.

I have everything and

my eyes; the eyes that

don't just see, but they

let me see love, that let

me see hope, that

let me see faith in

myself and everyone

around me.

I have everything and

purple, and black, and green,

and joy, everything and faith, and eyes.

I have every thing that I need.

And I know it.

Wake Up

Waking birds

chirping happily

waking me up minute by minute

day by day

wishing I couldn't hear it

wishing I was still asleep

wishing I didn't have to get up early to take a shower

wishing that the end would be 8:30

wishing I could fall asleep again.

My Name

Tall

Amused

Loving

Likable

Unstoppable

Left

Amazing

Hats

Many

Umbrella

Soft

Sweet

Ears

Rat

Jupiter

Justice

Under the skin

Pry them apart

Unstoppable

That's just how it is

Ears to start

Rats love is the same.

Follow

Fare enough, maybe not always

A new purse, a new life, a new everything

Leaving the old instead of

Loving the old

Old is good no matter

What it is, including you.

Night

Nothing can stop me

I feel invincible

Grow bigger, stronger

How does it work

That is just how it is

Laughter

Lakes, twisting

a new life entered years ago

under world whispering my name

great waves crashing against the walls of my

heart, hot winters cold summers

thats just how it is

elephants trampling over me

row your boat harder your almost there.

Blue Jeans

The rough sweet texture

of blue jeans. And

the swish- swoosh when

I'm walking. The pitter-patter

of water when I'm

setting them out to

dry. And the scrape

of my finger nails

against the denim

while I'm rolling them

up The blue as

deep as the ocean,

like blue eyes staring

into mine as. And

the little innocent look

you give me every

time I look at you

The taste of sweet

licorice as I eat

it, one bite at

a time. And the

strong confidence you

give me as I walk

by. People stare in

amazement as they

wish they had a

pair of blue jeans.

Sounds of the Emerald Moon

The sound of light

streaming down on me.

Over the hills the

sound of corn growing.

And the watery dark.

The sound of red

bubbles. The sound

of the emerald moon

shining through my bedroom

window. The sound of a

purple dancing whirl.

The snap of paint.

The whisper of a

midnight carnival.

The sound of a cloud

screaming my name.

The sizzle of starving

kids in other countries.

The sound of fingers

rolling down smooth

velvet. Twist of scarlet.

The sound of nervous

water. The chant of

a million jigsaw puzzles.

The sound of waves crashing.

And most of all the

sound of love my family

gives to me and

I give to them.

Four leafed Clover

Pitter-patter

the sweet splashes of feet in the fresh rain puddles

the water spraying my face as a truck rolls by

like they don't even notice my pale wet face

look a four leafed clover, watch out for the lawn mower

as it cut it down into shreds the grass covers my black converse

I sit down on a bench, the bench is wet, I guess watching a four leafed clover getting torn into shreds isn't such good luck after all

four leafed clover, demolished

Dare Me To Be Afraid

Tomato kissed children

lifting off into the darkness

dare me to be afraid

weave through a quest

eating a thorny peach

hidden through out the

humid breakfast burrito

moving out down hill

until it stops

rain drop footsteps

come crashing down on

my window

I'm left standing there

in your prayers

white wool shone through

the mirror

afraid of waking

gold barely used

arranging two dozen

tales

bridges, boats,

a street lamp twenty

feet away

freckle soup splashing

me in my face.

skipping egg cartons

over the lake.

canvas sneakers carrying leaves.

not an end but a begining.

Rain

The smell of firewood crackling. The pitter-patter of wet little footsteps racing to the window pane. Wrapped in with my family struggling to keep warm. I fall asleep hoping no one wakes me. I open my eyes. I felt the thunder shaking the house. I try to turn the lights on. They flicker on and and suddenly there was another rumble. The lights dim, then turn off. I shake the switch, I wait a second, nothing happens. I go back to sit down with my family, they welcome me into a cave of blankets. I get a chill down my spine, it goes through my legs and out my purple double layered socks. I snuggle in my moms lap. I hear the pitter-patter of the rain stop in their tracks. The thunder dies down into the deepness of the earths core. It's over. The sky is surprisingly clear. I go outside. not even a drop lands on me. It's done.