New DNA

stain myself
with ink,
it seems
through hand
pores

words sinking themsevles
into my DNA

covering my body in their
defenitions and
flow

creating a new person
as new skin forces
the old one
off

Growing Up

why must you
always manage to
give me this
goddamned feeling that I'm
always doing something
wrong?

why can't i go out
an have you not sounding
shocked?

or having fun an asking
if i'm feeling
alright?

please,
mom,
dad,

let go,
you're going to
have to anyways

learn that i won't
always be there
and neither will
you

please, let me
go out and
live

Me and Dad

Highway
Change the radio

You're going so
Fast
Speeding cause you know
I don't
mind.

subjects change
bouncing one
to another

because you just have
so much to
say

and we haven't talked in
forever

Poetry In Motion #5

poetry in motion
isn't what you see
it as

you're looking for
bigger and better
tha what you already
are

why ask for more
when you're my
everything?

you don't need to be
stronger,
slimmer,
because the way you

hold me
wouldn't be the
same

neither would the way
you move

because to me,
you've got poetry
written all over you,

changing yourself would be like
changing the words
and the words
that are already
perfect

Next Heartbeat

Transparent skin
Blue veins
Shows how
I'm struggling
For make it
To the next

Heartbeat

Flying Forever

Maybe calling
Wasn't the
Best idea
Ever

Made me more
Confused
Which is
Something I
Don't need

I'm already spinning
At a hundred
Miles an
Hour

And am
Afraid that when
I end up stopping

I'll fly
Forever

And when I
Hit the
Ground

I won't be
Able to get
Up

No matter
What you
Tell me

I Want

I want
Black and white
And
Old school

I want
Open thoughts
Loud laughter
And things
Making sense

I want
Tears to
Fly away,
Somewhere far
Never come
Back

I want
A chance
To prove myself
To someone
Other than
Me

I want
To scream in his
Face
Tell him
Exactly how it's
Going down

I want
Someone to hold
Me
And love me
For being
Me

Package of Poetry

That Girl

she's just
trying
to make it to
the next step

and she's wondering
why
she's going though
it all

is life
going to get
much
better?

or is she
doing it for
nothing?

she closes her
eyes each night
as tears silently
flow

praying she's
going the right

way>>>




What's That Say?

Washing away
Every bit of
What I don't
Like

Trying so hard
To find
Love

The water's turning
Dirtier
So what does
That say
Of

Me?

Something Worth

I want to peel
Back each
Layer of
Skin

Until I find
Something worth
Keeping

Apply

Scrubbing away
Every inch
Of myself
And hoping to
Apply what
They find

Attractive

Searching

I want to be loved
I want to love

Why's it so hard
To find?

I've searched
And am wearing
Away

Until I can't
See
Myself

I've faded,
Trying to find
The perfect
Love

That really
Doesn't

Exist

I wish I could
Hate you
Find every
Quality
And throw them
Down onto
Boulders
Below

Watch them
Shatter

Against the
rocks
shatter

into a million

little pieces
or more

but no,
i can't
manage it

you have one
quality i
can't seem
to let

fall

the way you
come right back
whenever i'm
upset

just when
i think you've
abandoned
me
you come

back

and i can't
seem to be
able to throw
that away

i hate that
i love
you

Let Myself Let You Go

i'm sick of being
just
'one girl
i happen to
know'

to you

i'm sick of you
choosing when
you know me
and when
you

don't

if i'm so
sick
why can't i
let myself
let you

go?

Forgotten Living

faded words
pencilled in
on crumpled
pages

have been
forgotten

and yet still
manage to
live

so why
can't

I?

clutter,
with a system

notebooks stacked
to
toppling

words inscribed
within each,
papers here,
there,

floating,
fluttering.

ideas on corners
and scraps
to be piled

for later

Light shines through
casting blue shadows
as I look over your
shoulder

and watch you print
words and ideas
neatly,
carefully,

because they're the
only thing
you can
fully

control

Superheroes

i believed in
superheroes
and one came
when i needed
him

flew right into
my heart,
and made himself
at home

and then when
i wasn't
looking
he opened the door

and flew
back out

She's Just Waiting

she's just waiting
for that perfect
guy
to see beyond
her catcher's mask,
basketball jersey,

track cleats,
volleyball pads,
speed swimmer's

suit

she's just waiting
for the perfect
guy

who'll see
that
she's scared of
making mistakes,
getting hurt,

breaking down,

being weak.

she's just waiting,
for the perfect
guy

to tell her that
she's beautiful,
unique,

smart,

and his

that she's his
only girl

she's just waiting,
cause she
knows

she's worth
him.

It's Not Just 'I Like You'

The words I want you to say aren't, "I like you," there's time enough for that.
No, I want to know how your day went, don't leave anything out. What kind of food you wre craving since you walked into first period, that you can't stand your science teacher, and that nobody know, but you simply adore art, the idea behind it all.
I want to know how you're stuck in the back (again) and you're sick of not being able to read the board.
That you can't live without your friends, and you value them beyond popularity (even though you have that anyways baby!).
How all you want to do is go and sit outside on your lawn, watch the sun set, moon rise.
Why you're so excited for your new school year, though really, nothing beats summer. Really, nothing (except, me (but you don't need to say that...yet.)).
What country you wish you could visit (and not because of the girls there boy!).
Where you hang out, your favorite place (it's in my arms, I know. But there are others) to be.
The sound of water lapping as the moon rises isn't cheesy.
Boy, that's what I want you to say. It's everything easy, simple....PURE!.Everything about you.
Because, even if you don't say, "I like you," you don't have to when you're letting me in.

Finals

black ink
painted art chair
(Georgia O'Keefe)
math equations
laundry,
(clean & dirty)
science notes,
unmade bed

new CD case,
laptop music,
social text,
atlas

finals wearing me
d
o
w
n

Black, White, & Faded

I’m gonna ask for black and white and faded.
I want to be able to see every mistake we made, and how we can cover them with ink.
I’ll paint myself red for what was lost, and white stripes for what’s remaining, what’s still pure in us.
A red and white ribbon threaded through that medal because we've gotten this far.
And ink black tears are falling down because we won't make it farther.