Poetry...

Some of you may not know it but I was into writing poetry when I was younger and have decided to post some of my old poems I just recently found

Snap! Click! Flash!
Snap! Click! Flash!
You are forever frozen in time.
Snap! Click! Flash!
You are trapped in that emotion.
Snap! Click! Flash!
What was once the present is now the past.
Snap! Click Flash!
Eternal memories captured. Both good and bad.
Snap! Click! Flash!
Your soul has been captured
Snap! Click! Flash!
Our hearts are on display.
There is nothing to be hidden.
Captured and held captive.
The moment is now a prisoner.
To be displayed for all the world to see.
Each smile, tear, laugh, and snarl
remind us of the yesterdays that were once
tomorrows.

And to think it all ends to only begin
with a snap, click, and flash.


Prisoner

Held captive in a prison she built for herself.
She wishes someone would set her free.
But never realizes that in her hand she holds
the key.

Feeling neglected and forgotten she collapses
to the floor.
Refusing to see that she is adored.
She seems to feel comfort in the pain she feels
from being ignored.

She tries to think of ways to escape from
this dreadful place.
Thoughts of freedom cloud her mind.
But she never realizes she is the reason she's
doing the time.

Her scars are hard to hide.
To see them makes you want to cry.
But to her it is her way of showing the
pain she feels inside.

 She likes to blame everyone for being
held captive in this prison she herself has
built.
But never sees that the walls that enclose 
her do no exist.
The chains that bound her are no where to be
found.
The thoughts screaming in her head are
silent to the world.

She is a prisoner.
A prisoner kept captive at her own
will in a prison she herself has built.

Toy Soldiers

Here stands a toy solider in his jeans and t-shirt array.
His breast plate shields his heart from pain.
His smile is his mask for nothing is what it seems.
His tongue is his sword for his words can cut deep.

Tread softly upon his territory for he is always on guard, 
ready and armed.
Though what he fears is to do harm.
He just goes numb so that he doesn't have to feel.
He doesn't like to know that pain is real.

His eyes at times look so cold that you know He
has war stories that are untold.
Many would say he is a brave soul and that is not
a lie, but if they could truly see what haunts him in
his dreams at night.

I'm not trying to make it sound like what this toy solider
does is in vain.
Because he truly is brave.
If he is weak he can lean on a shoulder.
But the war is now over.
It is time for him to come off of his shelf and be among
everyone else.

* I read this poem for a speech in my speech class my freshman yr. and my teacher (Bro. Romine) loved it*


Broken Hope

I lay my burdens down to rest.
My heart pounds heavy in my chest.
I am not strong in fact I am weak and 
at times cannot stand on my own two feet.
I'm tired of this constant fight, but I
know I will get through the night

My secrets have taken their toll.
I have a bruise upon my soul.
I have cried my tears of crimson
and salt.
But alas I know all is not lost.

My screams were held silent against their
will.
Because I was too afraid to feel.
Fear had became a friend to me, but
it will soon become my enemy

I live my life as if it were a play.
To keep the world away from
my pain.
But I have begun to learn there is no
gain unless you count the growth of
pain.

I used to think that it was okay
to always find someone else
to blame.
I used to think that it was fine
to treat everyone so unkind.
But in the end I'd always find
broken hearts including mine.

I would love to say that I'm okay.
I would love to say the pain has
gone away.
But that would be a lie and I'm tired
of trying to hide everything that's
inside of me.
So I pray in spite of my broken
misery that you will see the hope
that still lives inside of me.

Striving to Be

There she sits unknowingly that is truly her destiny. 
Though right now all she sees is pain in time she will smile again. 
Through everything she has stood strong and never gave up her song. 
She continued her dance for she knew this was her chance. 
She fought it all along and though it may have made her stumble she did not tumble. 
For she knew what she had to do and it may have made her weak but it did not break her in to pieces. 
For it is within our weakest times that we truly learn our strengths. 
We learn what makes us break and we learn what it takes. 
It is in these moments she knows that she just has to hold on. 
Though she may frown she has not given up. 
Life just seems tough. 
So little by little she pushes. 
For no one can truly bring her down. 
She's too proud to be pushed around. 
She knows in the end there is victory though to her the future is a mystery. 
So she sits there unknowingly this is truly her destiny. 
She just does what she feels is right and within this strength she shall win the fight.