Out of Sheer Boredom

As Batman was driving the Batmobile
Down the street, he lost a wheel.
Then Spidey swung down from buildings above
Stole Batman's tire, and saved his love.
Then Superman flew down, carrying Lois Lane
And smacked Spiderman upside his brain.
Captain America then grabbed his shield
And hurled it at Lois. She fell into a field.
Then Godzilla came and killed them all.
The end.


(P.S. I wrote this because I was bored and Zach told me to write a poem. So I did)

As of Now

Dear Life,
Must you be so complicated?
My brain can't keep up,
My thoughts are belated.

Dear School,
Anything else to throw at me?
I'll take it in stride.
Maybe.

Dear Dance,
I love you, but really?
My feet are about to die.
And they're smelly.

Dear God,
Are you still there?
Yeah, you are.
I breathe You in like air.

Dear Sleep,
Will you be my best friend?
I'm lacking something.
I think it's you.

Show Night

You're jittery, you're glittery, your hair's been sprayed so hard you could crack it with a hammer. You put on your costume, apply just one more layer of mascara, and then...

You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Song after song after song until you think you'll go crazy. Finally, they call you on deck. You wait in the wings, fidgeting with the sequin on your skirt because you just CAN'T stand still. You crack your toes,  relevé and then come down, half paying attention to the dance going on onstage, half trying to remember what the heck you're supposed to do when you get out there. The lights go down, the audience cheers, and you run onstage.

Then

SNAP!

It's over.

You dash offstage, running frantically past people and trying not to run anyone over.

             "Make a hole!" you yell, stripping off your costume even though you're not even close to the dressing room yet.

You make it to the dressing room, half naked, attempting to find your next costume. "One song change, one song change" repeats over and over in your head. You drop something, put your costume on backwards, lose your shoe. You let out a very creative profanity. You shove a tiara on your head and hop on one foot as you put a shoe on the other. You run on deck just in time and, with no time to breathe, perform another two minute forty-eight second song.

            And somehow-though you're so tired you feel like you're going to puke and you could swear the floor's moving- it's worth it.

            It's worth it because your family is in the audience cheering for you. It's worth it as your best friend hands you your water bottle and gives you a hug even though you're dripping with sweat. It's worth it, because for two minutes and forty-eight seconds,

You lived



(P.S. It's not exactly a poem, but I love it.)

Beauty

Beauty wears a crown of glass;
Pretty, but sharp and mean.
Beauty wears jeweled shoes;
Sparkly, enticing, yet heavy all the same.
Beauty dons her thick fur coat
Only to fall over from its weight.
And when at last Beauty sits on her throne
The legs give way
And on the ground Beauty lays.

for those days we don't feel like trying

Beautiful Girl
Trapped in this crazy old world
You just want to live
You have so much to give
And you are so loved

Sing,
Sing to me now.
Your voice is a beacon
For a world trapped in silence.
Dance
All around
For when you twirl around
Your Father's smiles and says
"You are so loved."

Wonderful child
Tripping over your own feet again
Your beauty and grace
Shine out through your face
When you smile for Him

Sing,
Sing to me now.
Your voice is a beacon
For a world trapped in silence.
Dance
All around
For when you twirl around
Your Father smiles and says
"You are so loved"

Take these hands
Move my feet
God, You are the one I live for.
Make me cry
Give me Your life
Make me all that I can be

Sing,
Sing to me now.
Your voice is a beacon
For a world trapped in silence.
Dance
All around
For when you twirl around
Your Father smiles and says
"You are so loved."

Pointe

Your toes ache,
Your legs shake,
Your arms are numb for hours.
Your blisters pop,
Yet you don't stop
Till victory is yours.

The Dancing Girl

Such potential greatness
In such a small, young child.
It kills me to repress
The memories of your smile.

Sweet little girl
Dance around your room.
Did you ever suspect
The fate to unfurl?

Teenaged wonder,
Gorgeous all around.
Clothed in God's splendor
With beauty to abound.

Sweet young beauty
Dance upon your stage.
Such talent radiating through her
Even at a young age.

Then came that final moment.
I wonder of you knew
How much we all would miss you
When all was done and through.

Sweet little angel
Dance upon the clouds.
Fly away to Jesus
And make your family proud.


In Honor of Corrine Patterson. 1991-2010

Revision of "New Year"

Change, hope, a new beginning,
That is what is promised us.
Change, hope, a new beginning
All fly away and turn to dust.
The promises stay every year,
But our hopes get drowned out
By our fears.
then by October you're back to the start
With a bleeding mind and a drowning heart.

Maybe a song

I lie awake and say a prayer
About all the things I said.
And though I know you always forgive
I wish they were never there.
For as the pretty horses dance
It's useless without you.
And as the mothers rock-a-bye their babies into sleep
I sit and think of all the things your lovely eyes have seen.
For as the stars shine in the sky, in all their majesty,
I couldn't think of a better thing then you in the arms of me.


Later note: This one really stinks. I doesn't mean anything. I'll keep it up here, just know that this one is really really bad.

Creativity

It springs up from no where,
Or so it would seem
But when it appears,
It's more than a dream.
It's greatness and fame,
But it's more than that too.
It's an expression of feelings
That's long overdue.

Don't mind my rantings,
They're only a phase.
One that I'm sure
Will pass within days.
But while it's still here,
I want you to know,
Don't think about it too hard.
Just let it flow

Is This Really Happening?

Out of the darkness and into the light.
Somehow You've managed to break through this night.
From petty to humble we're down on our knees.
From shipwrecked to starstruck we're begging you please.
Sometimes humility can be inspired
By things that we wanted, but never desired.
Take what we wanted and throw it away.
Give what we need now,
Give light to this day.

In The End

I never thought this day would come.
It's almost like spring has sprung.
Please tell me it's not too late,
To get me through those golden gates.

Pretty please would you tell me
What is it I have done?
I'm just a lonely sinner
With no where else to run.

See you in May

See you in May.
Just one more day
when we'll float to the sky
on a blue butterfly.

See you in May
Then it'll all be ok
and I promise we'll stand
Up there, hand in hand.

See you in May
When we'll seize the day
and when it's all said and done
the prize we'll have won.




Note: I'm not really sure what this is about. It does sound very pretty and hopeful and reassuring though. I wish I could figure out what it means. If it's not just random garble.

This pain will end in beauty.
Somehow I'm sure
that everything I go through
that the reasoning is pure.

It's not like it's excruciating,
but it's not too pleasant either.
It started with the smallest thing
then began to blaze like fire.

It never lasts too long at all
but scars me every time.
Eventually when I'm past scars
I'll be thankful for the rain.

Yet to have a name

Stranded in the desert
Seemingly dying of thirst
A rock splits open wide
And out the water bursts.

One last meal to serve
Before supplies run out.
She gave it all away.
God's doing, she had no doubt.

Beaten and abused,
Yet still they pass him by.
Till a man with different views
Helped him before he died.

God's ways are not absurd,
Though they sometimes seem that way.
It's all because of His word
That from Him we never stray.

New Year

Change, hope, a new beginning,
That is what is promised us.
Sameness, struggles, never failing
To shove our hopes back in a box
Under a bed to save for next year
so we can pull it out again
and see that struggles never leave us
Just because we celebrate
but one other thing is never failing.
Beauty will always wait.

Autumn

Leaves
Fall
Delicately.

Head,
Shoulders,
Covering me.

Wind
Blows
Frantically

I'm
Shivering
Miserably.

Fire
Dances
Coaxingly

Toes
Thaw
Greatfully

Not a Good Thing

"It's not a big deal," I keep telling myself.
I know that I'm wrong, but i stick it on a shelf
Back behind dust and cobwebs of old.
Yet it's forefront in my mind
Big and bright and bold.

It doesn't seem bad, a good thing in fact.
But at the same time, i feel i've broken a pact.
One that I've never made, but i know is there.
Pne that says that these feelings are not small or mere

Too Blessed

Riding along on waves of beauty
Wondering how it became mine.
I don't deserve this Love
That's proven one of a kind.

Suffering for the righteous, luxury for me.
So unfair that this is how it must be.
The gracious are lost in life unplenished
While shallow exist without a care finished.

Maybe it's the other way around.
The poor are rich and the vain, impoverished.
The broken will be blessed, their Wealth abound.
The haughty will fall, their luxuries useless.

We are New

Not merely sinners
Broken and torn,
But God's chosen people;
Alive and reborn.
Though our eyes stray
To the things of this world
You take us away,
You're beauties unfurled.