poetry will never cease to amaze me. 

Actions speak louder than words

And thoughts louder still

The energy they accumulate

As they resonate

Echoing over and over and over again

Till it’s all you feel

All you can say

All you can scream at the top of your lungs

Or do to stay silent

Yet it’s never enough

Not enough to lay claim to your mind

To let out every free ounce in shout or whisper

To hug someone so much they turn blue

To break every wall that surrounds you

With the crack of your fist

No

Words and actions may only be stones

But thoughts are the fire they ignite

homo sapiens have existed for over 200000 years,

which is only 0.00146% of the earth's history.

if the entire timeline of earth was rescaled to a day, 

we'd only be around for 1.26 seconds. 

1.26 seconds is a blink of an eye, 

a flash of light, 

an amount of time that feels so inconsequential, 

I'd never notice it.  

I am fourteen years old, 

fifteen in a month. 

fourteen years is 0.007% of the homo sapien exsistence, 

and if the earth is approximently 4.54 billion years old, 

my entire life is a number so small that my calculator can barely handle it, 

yet here I am, 

here we all are, 

succeeding and growing and thriving and 

living. 

our livespans are so small, 

a grain of sand on the beach of exsistence,  

a single star in a universe of billions,

and I think that's what makes them so precious, 

so treasured, 

so priceless, 

because everything important has a time limit. 

the clock is ticking, 

so we keep going.  

call me smart, 

but do not call me pretty. 

call me brave, 

bold, 

clever, 

kind, 

but do not call me pretty. 

because I know that when you say "pretty", 

you say it as if it sums up my entire exsistence, 

as if "pretty" is the perfect word to define me, 

as if you are bestowing the gift of your words upon me, 

as if I should be flattered beyond all else. 

do not call me pretty. 

I am pretty, sure.

my eyes are a nice color, 

my hair has a nice curl, 

but I would cut it all off,

if it meant you would see past my looks. 

I am an artist, 

an athlete, 

a scholar, 

someone that is much more than the color of my hair, 

or the freckles on my face, 

or the size of my waist. 

do not call me pretty, 

because "pretty" has no meaning, 

when that is all you can notice.  

Cool, poetry!

Terabethia (inspired off the book) 

Time is irrelevent

when i am with you

I am the king, you the queen 

I always thought I would have you.

But on that fateful day the rope

snapped

and you went tumbling to that  

swirling storm of angry water

I learned new feelings

pain, numb and grief

they told me you were gone 

you're not gone

I told myself

but reality is cruel

and the feelings keep coming

they burned you to ashes 

and scattered them

i felt anger

you were mine

but then i cried

and faced reality. 

I miss getting grass stains on my knees, 

and making crowns out of clover. 

I miss building fairy houses in tree roots, 

and leaving offerings for the goblins. 

I miss sand castles, 

and pine needle necklaces,

and dirt freckling my cheeks, 

and the taste of salt water on my tongue.  

I miss feeling so connected to the world. 

I was a child raised by the forest, 

a child raised by the ocean and rivers, 

a child raised by the earth, 

and I hope someday I'll return home.  

Ignorance

I guess we’re all guilty

But I’m confused by all these

Colors blowing in the wind

As if we have nothing to fear

This attractive place with all its

Mysterious warmth; what about the

Dragons sleeping below?

East the Isle 

East the Isle, 

Round the bend, 

Up the hill, 

And back again.

Here I am, 

Waiting still, 

To hear your words,

Yet silence still.

East the Isle,

Round the bend, 

Up the hill, 

And back again.  

I lie unmoving

silenced, hushed

you could set me free, 

But you don't, won't.

East the Isle, 

Round the bend, 

Up the hill, 

And back again.  

Nothing reaches,

The depths of me, 

except your song. 

Why can't you sing?  

East the Isle, 

Round the bend, 

Up the hill, 

And back again. 

I haven't left, 

Do you not see, 

For eternity I stay

Frail, no rest. 

East the Isle, 

Round the bend, 

Up the hill, 

And back again. 

You can pull me free, 

Set me loose, 

Open the door, 

Untie the noose.

So 

East the Isle, 

Round the bend,

up the hill, 

And back again. 

I'm waiting now,

From day to day, 

For you to come, 

To save me.  

(Btw I have had a birthday so now I'm 11.)

THE DRAGONS TEAR (a short but sad story/song)

Dragon tear,

Run away run away!

Don't come near,

Hide away hide away!

It's all just fear,

That's the way that's the way!

The dragons tear.