Thursday, April 11, 2013

Because I don't know what else to do

You ask me a question
But you've already prepared your case,
Your chance to shoot me down,
To use my words
And twist them to your advantage

You came, knowing well what the end result would be,
And I have no choice
But to concede,
To say you're right, and I was wrong.

I am left with nothing, and the silence that follows,
But from that silence,
I finally have my answer.


Sorry that I haven't posted in a year..... That was bad of me....

I believe I stopped posting right before the end of the school year, so I was occupied with preparing for high school and other stuff.....

So I am really sorry!

Friday, May 11, 2012


I am alone. Nobody understands me. They act like they do, but they don't. Even my closest friends don't. They don't like the same things as me, and when I try to talk about my interests with them, they don't listen. They change the subject, or ignore me. They don't believe what I say, no matter what I'm talking about. They didn't notice when I became more reserved, less outspoken, at least to them. They didn't notice when I started humming to myself, when they weren't talking to me, or getting more absorbed in my books, to compensate for their silences. They didn't notice when I stopped talking to them as much as I used to, or when I started to branch off into more studies and less social time. They didn't notice when I stopped hanging out with them, because they wouldn't include me, and I would just trail behind, feeling like an extra wheel. I hope they notice now. Now that I'm leaving, our last times together dwindling as the weather grows warmer. I hope they notice before I'm gone, and they can't do anything about it.

Saturday, March 24, 2012


You make me feel insignificant,
making me feel small.

You are the one with the power,
the power to crush or save me.

You are the one that holds my heart,
My heart which is made of glass,
Easily shattered into pieces.

Stop making me feel small,
Because it's you you're torturing.

Save me,
Because without your help, I will not live.

Let go of my heart,
Because it's your heart you're holding.

If you stop,
I will forgive you.

If you don't,
I will die.

Sunday, March 18, 2012


I escape
into my books,
from my life,
from the stress,
from all the problems.

The bad things of my life
crowd around me,
threatening to swallow me alive.

I escape,
letting fake lives,
fake adventures,
sweep me away,
temporarily solving all my troubles,
temporarily pausing my life.

When the book ends,
the last page is turned,
the final word is read,
reality returns,
And my life resumes.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

What You Don't Know

You don't realize
everything that's been going on.
You don't realize
how you've been treating me,
these last few weeks.
You don't realize
how far you've pushed me away.

We used to be so close,
when we were young.
I feel like an outcast.
The one that doesn't belong.

You found new friends,
moved on,
while I was left behind,
choking on your dust.

Your friends
pushed you away from me,
isolating me,
without even trying.

You haven't noticed
that I've been retreating into my books,
finding sanctuary from you and your friends.

You don't know
how what you've done
has affected me.

What you don't know,
Is everything,
And it's killing me.

Monday, March 12, 2012


Drumming on the table,
Or swinging our legs,
Zaniness is everywhere.

Whether we notice or not,
It is there.
Whether we like it or not,
It is there.

We might not notice it,
Or notice it
And just not acknowledge it,
Zaniness is everywhere.

It creeps into our lives,
Declaring itself present,
For a class called, "Our lives"

And though it might be our worst enemy,
Distracting us from our daily lives,
Or our best friend,
Keeping us occupied,
Even in the worst of situations.
Whatever role it takes in our lives,
We need to accept it,
For what it is,
Or it will never leave us alone.

We need to accept
That zaniness,
Or all around weirdness,
Is just going to be a part of our lives,
From start to finish.
From the time we wake,
To the time we fall asleep forever.

We need to stop trying to cut it out of our lives,
Is like a cockroach.
It is indestructible!

We will never cut it out fully,
Without it,
We are nothing.