Mama's blog: "Poetry"

Shards of crystal Grains of sand My soul is running away As is time To be freed from my cage While I watch the hourglass Captured, freedom slipping away Like grains of sand Locked back in my cage For another eternity Smashing the hourglass Shards of crystal Grains of sand.

Who was crying in the dark Alone in the night She was strong-willed And brave on the inside But outside Possessed no might And she cried in the dark All alone in the night She who was crying in the dark Was also crying in the day No longer able to hold back tears anymore Her strong will had broken And her bravery smashed She cried in the dark All alone in the night When crying in the dark And the daylight No longer sufficed She turned to a friend And he gave her some light Still, she cried in the dark Not quite along in the night She cried in the dark With her friend, oh so dear, With his eyes and ears open He was ready to hear Of the pain and the turmoil And the strife she'd been through As they cried in the dark Not alone in the night.

Perfection should no longer be a word For there is no such thing When you say something is perfect What do you really mean? Did you know it couldn't Really ever be perfect? Nothing and no one can be completely perfect And never will be Because I believe that Perfection should no longer be a word For there is no such thing.

In Elementary School You laughed at someone And hurt their feelings They were annoyed for the rest of the day They yelled at their best friend And they were friends no more In Middle School That friend had no friends And she was sad Not just sad, But severly depressed She cried all the time In High School That friend committed suicide And people were sad They were sad for a long time And they were never completely better All because you laughed at a little girl In Elementary School.

I waved goodbye to the friends i'd made Though I didn't think it possible To make them I come weeks ago They've been here for months Or so it seems And as I leave before them I wonder, Why? Was I more behaved than them? Didn't seem like it Was I more adjusted to life? I didn't think so Naw, I wonder Why were they really here? What were their problems They were "working out"? Their mountains to climb? Have they all left by now? I can only hope that They live wonderful lives now As I sit and remember Waving my hopefully Final good-bye To East House.

What are poems? I mean, What are they REALLY? Just a few words Put down on paper Like a grocery list? Or feelings and emotions Put down on paper From one person to another From one person to the world What are poems? I mean, What are they REALLY?

I keep all my poems In a heart-shaped box It's blue and pink It sits on my shelf or under my chair I worship that little box of poems They are my life My good times and my bad All stored in one little heart-shaped box.

A poet came to our school today He told us to write about what happened to us today And put it in a poem Most people will try and make their poem rhyme Something like Sarah's: Roses are red Their leaves are green My brother hit me I think he's mean Or something equally as confined Me, I wrote a freeform A girl called me names at lunch A boy pushed me down today And the teacher, She forgot I was here when she called roll Invisible is my middle name A poet came to our school today He told us to write about what Happened to us today And put it in a poem.

I know you cry at night I can hear you Even when you are miles away Your sobs can carry on the wind I'm sorry I make you cry I'd comfort you if I could I know you cry at night I can hear you I know that you don't know that I know And I know that you do know I'm sorry i'm not there to hold you I'm there in mind and spirits, hugging you I know you cry at night I can hear you.