Friday, June 12, 2009. Trying to find love,. No hope, no boy. But ten years before,. Used to be friends, nothing more. Can go no further,. No end is near,. Nothing to do now,. Friday, May 15, 2009.

Monday, April 27, 2009. Tuesday, April 14, 2009. Rivalry and rebellion I sought out for you to see. Initially I suffered in pain and sorrow. I love each and every one of you.

Poetry 2009 is about poems that I have written, about things I like or feel. How I can relate the things I like to other reality objects. Friday, May 15, 2009. In the afresco, there are many different things you may see,. People who wear aprons with acorns on it,. People who have fire alarms going off,. People that have sneezing and sniffing allergies,. Kids making art on the sidewalks,. Kids apologizing to their parents,. Affection and appreciating friends,.

Friday, May 15, 2009. May be lost in time. The sun will have fallen. And this day will be swallowed. The abyss that has no bottom. The abyss that is time. They did not understand me. They did not understand me. Thursday, May 14, 2009.

I am a highschool student in poetry class. On this blog I have posted some of the poems that I have written just about random topics. Family, Home town, Myself and more. We practiced certain techniques such as how to use imagery, alliteration, consanace, assonance, personification and others. Thursday, May 14, 2009. Slouching in the dusty vase. Looking out into the world it once took part in. Still as lonely as the women who put him there.

Thursday, May 14, 2009. A June bug dressed in a jute. He did a jutty jig to the jam session. Only to be jumbled by the. Mr Strange walking towards me. Why are you dressed so fancy? Three piece suit, shiny shoes. Big black briefcase, sophisticated hair do. Mr Strange walking towards me. Monday, April 27, 2009. Crackle, groan, creek, swoosh,. Trees swaying in the wind,. Bold branches bend and break. Climbing higher to look at the view,.

Thursday, May 14, 2009. Awakened To An Abrupt Touch And Contagious Giggles. His Body Is A Free Carnival. Legs Pumping So Hard Their Feet Collide With The Sugary Puffs. The Plastic Tunnels Capture The Munchkins. And Spit Them Out Into The Wood Chips. The Metal Path Leaves Them Dangling. In A Hurry To Rush Across Because Of The Fear Of Falling Into Lava. He Sacrifices Himself For Their Pure Entertainment.

Friday, May 15, 2009. I was bagging food all day. Till this man came in. And so he made us. When he asked us this question. So tell me where it is. So tell me where it is. Hey! Thursday, May 14, 2009. If I were to pass on.

Thursday, May 14, 2009. Nor do you want them. For the world to see. Monday, April 27, 2009. My visage shows most often. The limbs sometimes are seen. You cannot change what I do. I am free like the tide. The pleading looks I get. Where is the sun? Where are the mountains? Where are the trees? They have no choice. Some might call it light.

I am a high school poet, sort of. I am in a semester long poetry class, but I enjoy it. I have found that high school authors are very talented, sometimes more so than published authors. High school poetry has allowed me to open my mind and share my creativity with other high school poets. On this page you will see some of my work. Monday, June 8, 2009.