It

Just a poem I wrote during my freshman year of high school. I was extremely bored in English since I was already done with my class assignments and such.

There is a dog named It.
When It was a pup,
You can tell It to sit.
But It would stand up.

The dog's name is It.
He may be too hairy.
But he is full of wit.
Can even steal a berry.

Dancing Through The Night

This is a poem that I wrote about five years ago. It was the first high school dance I went to. Now I only go to the dances that my church has. They're a lot more fun.

Walking through double doors.

People moving with the tune.

Bodies close together, bumping.

I get the fever super soon.

Jumping into the crowd.

I whoop and lift my arms to the air.

Moving jerkily at first.

Finally getting the moves before people stare.

Dancing through the night.

Dancing, dancing, dancing...

Oh, what a sight!

A group of girls surround me.

Pulling me through the crowd.

Teaching me how to dance perfectly.

Making people around us get wowed.

My new friends exchange names with me.

They tell me theirs while I tell them mine.

Singing loudly to a couple songs.

As we dance, we move into a single line.

Dancing through the night.

Dancing, dancing, dancing...

Oh, what a sight!

The line with front to back, back to front.

We move our hips in one single motion.

Me doing this for the first time,

Feeling like we are surrounded by an ocean.

We break apart, then dance in a full circle.

Sweat gleaming on my face.

We stop for the night, the dance ends..

We leave all together in a single pace..

Dancing through the night.

Dancing, dancing, dancing..

Dancing, dancing, dancing...

To Dad

This is dedicated to my dad whom I've rarely seen over the past few years. I hope that as you read this you'll think about the great and wonderful things your own father has done for you.


Father's day is coming up.
I refuse to think of the bad,
Wishing to only remember the good.
This is my only gift to you,
A poem of all you've done.
That didn't create harm.

Dad, you've held me as a child.
Napped with me on the old green couch.
Dad, you've spent time with me,
Whether in the garage or playing outside.
Dad, you've let me change into overalls.
So I could work with you in the garage.

For my happiness, you've shopped.
You've taken me to Toys R Us.
For my happiness, you've gotten motorcycles.
You've shown me the joy of riding.
For my happiness, you've listened.
You knew when I would want to just talk away.

Whenever I was down,
Most of the time you knew.
When I was sad,
Most of the time, you understood.
When I was angry,
Most of the time, you were careful.

For my safety, you've talked to doctors.
You were there to point out possible cures.
For my safety, you brought water with us,
Everywhere we went, you told me "Drink some water."
For my safety, you've taught me how to defend myself.
Because of you, I no longer put my thumb within my fist.

Michelle was a good stepmother.
We went riding,
Whether it was on horses or motorcycles.
Manley Street was a nice little place.
Charlie and I played with the neighborhood kids.
The tire swing was one of the best things.

When Prom came around,
You've avoided a tradition.
You didn't lecture my date,
Which I'll always be grateful of.
The poor guy was nervous as is,
You knew it would just embarrass us.

Graduation came and went,
You were there for me,
Out of the sea of blue,
You were one of the first I saw.
You were proud of me.
Proud I've worked so hard.

When I close my eyes on the eve of Father's Day,
I hope to reawaken to a fresh day.
I'll dedicate the day to you,
Despite the fact most people won't.
For you are my father. And I am your daughter.
And that will never change.

Graduating

As I heard about several of my friends graduating from high school I couldn't help remembering a poem I once wrote about my own graduation experience. I hope you enjoy it. :)


Walking with a stream of blue,
Fixing tassels and adjusting gowns,
Trying not to stumble,
My chest feels like it's bound.

Taking easy breaths,
I walk to my seat.
Now I'm in the sea.
A few people are feeling beat.

I couldn't believe it.
I'm sitting here.
Not at school.
I hold back tears.

A large part of me was sad,
But I didn't want to show it.
So I kept on smiling,
But it may have shown a little bit.

I walk with the line,
Hearing my named get called.
I carefully walk on the steps,
Trying not to fall.

My family is screaming and waving,
Trying to get my attention.
I finally spot them.
But I had to sit from the tension.

My hat becomes one of the many,
Soaring into the air,
Like how I wanted to be.
It just didn't seem fair.

Later I cheered up quite a bit,
Hugging family and friends of mine,
This has been a long year,
I am part of the class of two thousand and nine.

Black Dress

Mommy and Gramma helped,
To get me ready for the night.
I put make-up on and dressed up.
I was such a pretty and cute sight.


An ankle-long black dress.
Covered with silver sparkles.
The same sparkles on black shoes,
All over, even on the buckles.


My nails had decorations too.
Purple, silver and black confetti.
My skin was covered with glitter.
Dressed up, I was so ready.

I could hardly wait for the night.

Daddy and me, dancing together.

Nobody else, just me and him.

We barely spent time with each other.

Before this, I was unsure about him.

Now I knew he was truly glad.

He was going to dance with me.

He was proud to be my dad.

Now things have changed.

It's been left in the past.

Will never do it again.

I wish it could have last.

Farewell

Two years younger than me,

Small bodied, blonde hair,

One big ear, one little.

Why'd you go? It's not fair.

We've had our ups and downs,

As kids, we have fought a lot.

You stood on your toes,

To be bigger than we thought.

You used to clench your fists,

Your arms snapped to your sides,

And you just stood your ground.

Against us older kids.

We've made you laugh,

We've made you cry.

We've hurt you by mistake,

Why did you have to die?

You have gone through a lot.

Operation after operation.

Tease after tease.

You deserve a standing ovation.

There were good times too.

The many class field trips.

The fun with old teachers,

The memories I'll never rip.

I remember how you cried,

Sometimes when you were sad,

Some of us would be there.

We would try and make you glad.

Why did you have to go now?

We'll pray for your family and you,

We miss you a lot already.

You were a good person, it's true.

You are in a better place.

Farewell, classmate.. and friend,

We will never forget you.

Your life is just about to begin.

Anxiety

This was written around March of 2009..

I have done everything,
All that could help me.
But, it is still there.
My heart wants to flee.

There seems to be no escape,
Claustrophobia takes over.
I can hardly breathe,
As if my body smothers.

I read, write and sing.
I dream, walk and run.
I shout, cry and whimper.
But it still burns like the sun.

I huddle in a corner,
Not knowing what to do.
I can't reveal my feelings.
I can't say, "I missed you."

If I say these words to him,
All will crumble between us.
My mask of not noticing.
It shouldn't be lifted, thus.

Maybe that isn't it.
Maybe it is school.
In my mind, I see this:
Homework, deep as a four foot pool.

And yet, not much homework.
I shouldn't be stressed.
But another thought comes,
The same recurring guess.

This guess is about something.
I guess I should continue.
Or maybe change it up a bit.
I shake at the future view.

Anxiety, which is misplaced.
It goes away at certain times,
It is a mystery to me.
I can't clear it, even with a rhyme.

Yes, I am feeling anxiety.
For what? May never know.
It won't leave sometimes.
I wish it will just go!

This is the fire,
Creating a mental pain.
I am doing everything.
Just to stay sane.