Slam- You, Friend

Here's a poem written in slam style for a school production. The poem was written with no rhyme scheme, but still flows without any specific format. 
The peom is about how as high school is ending, friendships will be separated but will never be forgotten...

Friend
Your hands I rely on
Your smile I wait for
When I need a cushion for my falling tears

But they don't stick around
They never stay in one place
If I turn around for one second...
They're gone.

Have no fear though, there will be others
New smiles, new laughs, and new memories
The bonds that crush us
They keep me from falling apart at the seams

Friend, what would I do without you?
How would I create my own path without you?
With no shadow to keep me company.
This is our future.

We cannot hold each other forever
We close our eyes to the future
Where cities and states pull us apart
Ties that will last a life time?
Only an experience now
A stain I've framed and kept untouched
Because you've meant that much to me

For now let's sheild each other from the rain
You teach me, learn from me
My energy comes from yours
Friend, let's make the most of the next coule years
Let's end with this
I am grateful,
That you my friend, came into my life.

Spring Writing

The best place to write.
Photo I took in Oahu, Hawaii

What sits on my nightstand..

10 Ways

Valentine's Day this year inspired pages of poetry across the world: words of love and heartbreak. The following poem I wrote on Valentine's Day emcompasses all of those day's feelings... Called 10 Ways of Looking at Love

To embrace the heavy heart

Of love's past

To emrace the void

With open arms

 

Tinkling of glass hope

Whispers of affection

Splashes of dreams

 

Hidden in the eyes

Of a lost stranger

Reaffirmed

With a kiss

 

The gleaming sun

Shining down on

Hopeful hearts of the young

 

Eternal oceans of

Loving

Infinite skies of

Wishing

Endless coasts of

Longing

 

The one and only

To stand from a crown of millions

The pearl in the sand

The needle in the haystack

Careful now

 

Rolling,

Stronger and stronger

Catapulting through fierce,

fiery emotion and

feeling

 

Anticipation, butterflies

Scattering in a burning field

Their wings hot with fervor

 

A pillow to the stone

To ease the blow

To catch the fall

To hold the heavy heart

Of a love

 

Reaching towards the sun

Breathtaking

Looking into the light

The light that blinds

The love that is light

The love that is bright

About Me

I don't consider myself an artist, but I love to create.
To write and to make something out of nothing is a favorite pass time.
Whether it's a creative poem on the topic of love or an academic essay that reflects the symbols and themes in The Great Gatsby.
Everyone loves to write, but I love to invent new emotions and put them on paper.
The music I write is a direct reflection to things I'd never say, but exist on the tip of my tongue.

I am a sixteen, almost seventeen-year-old high school student. My full time job is learning and my activity of choice is living my life. I love my friends and family with all my heart. They are my inspiration and the people I write for.

My experiences, my daily emotions, and my leisurely thoughts all motivate my writing and provoke the inspirations within me that keep me creative and in love with writing.

Writing poetry is one of my most loved things to do, and it allows me to express how I’m feeling and be creative at the same time. Whenever I feel at a loss for words, I write. Putting myself behind a page of poetry or song gives me room to describe things that would normally be impossible to explain without poetry. Now, as a writer I look back on my previous work and I see that I still write with descriptive language. This type of writing makes me feel like a storyteller or an author of my inner thoughts. However, before this year I never knew there were so many styles and diverse forms of poetic writing until I saw the many different examples and forms that poetry can come in. I hope that I continue writing into the future and for as long as I still know how to hold a pen. Writing has become a large part of my life and I know that it will remain that way forever.