Third Poem?, Poetry Class- Ride

glass
sheer
perfect
endless...

diamond dance floor.

soaring
floating
unfeeling
never ending...

glyder in the sky.

close my eyes
and i can fly
i can unfeel the day
the year
the life
everything.
goes.
numb.

frost bite on my cheeks
all that exists,
is the
snow.

pure.
freedom.
Ride.

Second Poem, Poetry Class.

I live my life by what you say
Shout a command and i obey
All i do is to make you feel worth while
Choke back tears and force that smile

You are the master, i the slave
but shake your first and ill dig your grave
you trapple trod and gallop over my fears
but just you wait till for the coming years

While you are lying there begging for help
ill turn my nose, forget what i felt
for all these times you scarred my heart
i wont forget, you were so smart

ill build my armor, bullet proof
so that when im alone, ill need no roof
ill be stronger than you've ever seen
call me names, ill be so mean

dont forget you little girl
you did not create this ugly world
you are just a speck of dust
floating by, oh flower puff

So no longer will i bow to you
oh queen of queens if you only knew
the pain you drive deep into me
tie that anchor, throw me to the sea

For i shall swim, ill fight you back
your murderous lier, i will attack
my heart my may be made of stone
but i, i am
always alone

First Poem of Poetry Class- E.J.T.

Jungle Goddess
Come to me
bring to me,
your life

Shine your eyes
Upon my fragile remains, once again
And ignite in me
the desire i need

My world was ice
Crystal, strong and solid
But it lacked
The shine your eyes hold captive

Toss your single pebble into my
Still and serene pond
Shake the mountains and
Make the rocks crumble around me
Bring to me the quiet
That follows the storm

Pondering Shtuff

So there comes a point in my day
it happens pretty much everyday
where i realize i hate facebook

with all its snooty snobby people
prying and spying in on your life
it becomes much more than a website

it becomes an obsession for many
daily checking on what people are doing
and then adding their likes and comments

it comes to this point i dont really want all those people
knowing my life, my thoughts, my cares
and as the saying goes
those who care don't know you
and those who know you don't care

so this blog is for those people,
the ones i actually want in my life,
its for those who want to know what im thinking
struggling, dedicating, and devoting myself to

its for those i dont have to call my friends
they already know that they are

Naustalgic

Time lost, gone forever
Someone tilt the heavens
Take me back
to that hot, humid weather

No Name Poem

i sit in this sea of loneliness
and view the world
not as i want it to be
with frills and lace
but as it is
an evil and disregarded place

i stand centered in the eye of the the hurricane
i watch the world
around me spin,
wildly out of control
no matter how i try
it
will
never
slow...

Fighting for You

fighting for you
feels like killing myself all over again
its almost like
to save you, i must bury myself
and i gladly would
but hurting me, hurts you too
and i cannot bear to watch
the pain flood over your eyes
to see the luster disappear
and the glitter fade with the sun
it kills me in another way
to save you, i must die twice
one by killing myself and
once by watching me die
through your eyes

Numb

i love being completely absorbed in this

i love feeling this...numbness, this infinite and absolute nothingness

the Feeling that i am consumed by this liquid

that i am, untoucheable

that no matter how hard some one may try

they could never break me out of this liquid coffin

i love this feeling of being immersed

i love feeling alone in the world, it is a welcome isolation

the Feeling that my mind along with my body is complete emptiness

knowing that i am in control

i hold my breath for as long as i can

i alone have the power to choose life or death

i love being here

i love feeling the cold icyness disappear

the Feeling that forever could come and id still be here

wishing that i could hold my breathe for all of eternity

So i try, and i think

i could just tell my brain to overpower my body

i could just say, don't breathe and it would happen

its simply, mind over matter

So i try to do it,

i try not to breathe...for all of eternity

my body convulses as it cries out for breath

but so does my soul

there fighting inside of me

one telling me to open my mouth and inhale

the dark the liquid that strangely comforts me

the other telling me to break free from my liquid coffin and find

true life

so which do i choose, what do i do

silently, my lips break the surface, and i lay down,

all my feelings return, and i ponder my choices...again

and again......

and again....

Is this a dream...or a nightmare

a fairy tale ending gone awry; true love that once flourished, was forced to die; something so sacred as you and me; but now forever, will never be

the pain that cuts, deeper than a knife; smile for the world and your perfect life; bleed deeper than you’ve ever blead before; know that me and you are no more

as i look in the mirror, this pain seems so real; sometimes its hard to know, this is what YOU feel; i am only a visitor in your nitemare, i only see the things you fear; MY fear, is simply that we’ll become you; that this one will also become two;

he calls me crazy, emotional and insane; i just wish he knew that im not to blame its fear that drives me to act this way, fear that tangles the words i say; for in my heart i know its true; that if there is love, then there is also you;

Barista Poetry

As her eyes glance upward she sees a beautiful array of color, like a rainbow, but brighter and more colorful. Shelves and Shelves of stacked rainbow consume her thoughts on most days. "This is my job", she thinks, "I actually get paid to mix different colors of the rainbow in a cup, and offer someone the most precious treasure of any morning, liquid sunshine".

She is a barista, an esspresso bartender. She makes the drinks that keep people going all day long. Half-Calf, Italian Soda, Breve, Espresso, Latte- She can make it for you. If by chance, she doesn't know how to make your drink she will figure it out. On busy days her time is spent making shots and steaming milk, but on slower days she loves to make her own recipies. Cherry Fudge, Non-Alchoholic Kahula Blaster, Nutty Orange- She loves trying new flavors and new combinations.

Her creativity is not limited to making esspresso drinks. She loves to write and draw and dance. She will try any art form that she can make her own. Her whole life she was taught not to conform but to think for herself, to be an individual. As she comes to the point in her life of being an adult that truth has stayed with her.

While being a barista is her job it is not what defines her. In her life there have been many objects that have tried to be the object of her definition- jobs, guys, religion, even her family. Her defining point was not found in any of those objects, still she has not found all of herself. She knows she is a princess. Her God- Not her religion- tells her that. She knows her morals and values, but she is still searching for that defining niche. She is still growing up.

Hunting Poem

The soft purr of the machine below me is as soothing as a childs lullaby.
I only drive as fast as my eyes can scan,
for desire and necessity are one and the same.
My want does not out weigh my need.

The forrest is full of secrets
It calls to me in a whisper, come deeper
And the wind sings my name
With a tune as melodic as a dance.

Lucky to be a Nobody

Im lucky to have been a nobody here
Because it has only made me strong
enough to be myself
somewhere
else

Since I was not labeled by you
I am able to live
label free
just
as
Me

This poem is kinda offensive, don't read if your easily offended

So im pretty much effing pissed

whether its from the backstabbers,

the cheaters, liars or haters

fakes, skanks or popular

i just really dont know...

if i could sum up how much

i really dont like you all

yeah you, tok school

and all the people you put in control

i would...

See i am me

and im not something you can change

something that is easily rearranged

cause i choose who i listen too

and its not you...

i despise this town

with all the fakes and clowns

they try to say what is right

but honestly this isnt a realistic sight

cause tok is not something that is real life

this is just a nothing town...

but what kind of people

live in a nothing town

oh thats right, its {({you})}

the easily forgettable

nobodies...

and as the saying goes

the people in my past

{({you})}

wont make it to my future

and yeah, there is a reason for that

cause unlike certain nobodys

i refuse to live a life

full of unnecessary drama

and your unwanted strife

i will be happy....

so one last thing i want to say

the happies thing that comes to my mind

when i think about living in tok, ak

will be the day i leave

and never come back...

and when i pass you

on the street

dont expect me to greet

you will a phony smile and laugh

cause i have rid myself of {({you})} at last...

i know you probably wont even read this

those of you that should at least

but honestly thats not a shame

cause your lose will always be my gain

this is a writing about my wasted past

a journal from a pissed off outcast