by Kit McCallum
My soul drifts aimlessly in times of hopelessness.
It searches tirelessly for meaning and truth ...
Yet finds no direction.
My heart bleeds quietly in times of loneliness.
It yearns to find warmth and happiness ...
Yet it somehow eludes me.
My eyes seek out visions in times of want.
They gaze endlessly through the blackness that envelops them ...
Yet they cannot see the light.
My ears listen earnestly in times of silence.
They search for familiar sounds to comfort and console ...
Yet they cannot penetrate the darkness that surrounds me.
My arms reach out frantically in times of despair.
They seek strength and compassion to enfold me ...
Yet they find nothing substantial to enwrap.
My mind cries out desperately in times of solitude.
It poses intense questions that demand answers ...
Yet there are none to be found.
My hand reaches out earnestly in these times of confusion.
It dials the number of a familiar and calming voice ...
And gratefully, my lifeline to sanity ... remains intact.
Today we had an open mike at my school.
Its only the second one weve had so far.
For every poem that was really great and touch you deepley,\
there were three that someone wrote a class before the event.
But still the ones that were good were really good.
Like this girl i knew hillary normally i would think of her as one of thoes fake goths, you know the ones that sit there and beg for attention.
But her poem was really good!!!!!
It made me really think at the end.
rember thoes flowers you use to make wishes on?
you know the ones that went fron that ugly yellow flower that would show up in the hundreds in youre yard and then turn into that poofy kind?
(WELL IF YOU DONT YOUD BETTER STOP READING CUZ UR JUST NOT GONNA UNDERSTAND)
well i was told at a young age if you could blow all the fuzzy stuff off it in one breath and made a wish it would come true.
and i tryed
and tryed
and tryed
and when i did manage to blow them all off in one breath i would always wish the same thing.
it never did come true.
a wish upon a star is nothing more then a wish.
I FINALL REALIZED AFTER 18 YEARS WHY AM I DEPENDING ON A FLOWER TO MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE!!!!!
ONLY I CAN DO THAT
NOT A FLOWER
NOT A WISH
NOT A DREAM.
i hope you all realize that too.
Why does tomorrow have to come?
Why cant I live in tonight?
Live in the warmth of youre arms holding me so tight.
Live in the kisses
tender and soft
live in the words
as I watch them trail off
off of youre lips that i long to meet
off are youre words to me
always so sweet.
I live for the moonlight where I meet you in my dreams.
I long for the daylight to just leave me be.
Only in the world of my mind can we meet.
As i sleep through the night i dream of you to be.
A dream is all you are
a dream to me
and forever a dream i hope you to be
each night i meet you i fall in love
each night i meet you
youre all i dream of.
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