Apr 30, 2010

April 30, 2010

The day of the play
is hectic
you're scrambling around
trying to get on stage
you forget to go on
when your favorite scene comes
but when it's all over
people say it was great
you blush and say
"I guess it was."

Apr 28, 2010

April 28, 2010

1 is not nothing
it is something
it is more than zero
so it has to be something
1 is like the last
leaf on the tree
no one pays it mind
as it falls
1 is like
the last drop of water
in a rain storm
it is there
1 is not nothing

Apr 26, 2010

April 26, 2010

I can't think of
what to write
what to put
down on this page
'Cause I don't want
to put down
mumble jumble
words that don't
make sense
But I guess
I just wrote
a poem

Apr 19, 2010

April 19, 2010

The waves crash
the rain slashes
against my window
as I sleep
there is silence
but I don't mind
it is calming
as I sleep
the sun appears
the birds sing
their happy song
as I sleep
there is a voice
soothing
growing near
and I
wake
up

April 19, 2010

All I need
is the buzz
of my bike
the wind
in my ears
and the world
passing by
to be happy

April 19, 2010

When you
are in a tree
you see the earth
through different eyes
the world passes you by
as if you are traveling
through time
you never want to
get down
unless you are
afraid of heights

Apr 15, 2010

April 15, 2010

Have you ever
wondered
why the world
is how it is
why the tides
go in and out
why the wind
blows strong
why friends
are friends
and birds
sing in the trees
Have you ever
wondered why
it is how it
is?

Apr 14, 2010

April 14, 2010

I am a poet
when I am bored
I write poem
after poem
after poem
and I hide them
in a safe place
until I want to
read them again
They are secret
hidden stories
about my life
codes
waiting to be figured out
messages
waiting to be answered
I love my poems
because I am a
poet