Breast Cancer Awareness Day

I wrote this poem for a teacher at my school. She has breast cancer. I hope she likes it.

My Faith, My Hope

Breast cancer. A crippling disease.

It can tear families apart,

causes so much pain.

But, it also shows

how strong you can be and

who's a true friend.

Remember there are two sides to one coin.

I wear pink on, this

Breast Cancer Awareness Day

to honor those who have fallen.

To inspire hope to those

still battling.

Fighting for a chance.

for a way. Just like

I used to back in the day.

I used to feel so sick, so weak.

It would start in my chest 

then end in my heart, my head.

I thought, on some days, that 

I would be better off dead.

Sometimes I cursed my 

cancerous breast.

For the pain, the fatigue

because I couldn't do 

what I once did.

I wanted to run and play

Like I used to 

back yonder day,

but I laid there

in that bed 

to wait.

To wait for a cure

to somehow appear.

I wished, I prayed 

that I would live

until that faithful day.

The chance of survival

has increased, but it is 

still, just a maybe.

We need a cure not

not a silver tongued promise.

I was on of the lucky ones,

one of the so very few.

Who faced it head on, 

the never ending feud, and won.

At least for now.

And if the battle starts again.

I will fight, I will wait

until the cure appears

I will have never ending faith.

Heart Thief

Took my heart

didn't look back.

You laughed at me.

Heart Thief, you've got a knack

for taking n breaking hearts.

You've got good looks

and a silver tongue.

Just say a few words 

and the ladies are drooling.

But you took my heart;

I want it back

I can see through your lies.

Through the rainbows and butterflies.

Heart Thief, I want it back 

You waisted my time

you and your bedroom eyes.

Just let me live my life

without you in my mind.

So give me back my heart;

then get out, be gone.

Heart Thief no more pretty lies

Just give me my heart.

This is just a verse of a new poem I'm writing.

Just cause you see me like this 

that don't mean I'm ready to kiss;

I'm gonna fight to the very end.

Save your kisses for your boy friends.

Sounds weird, right?

Fear

Fear, that is what I feel as soon as I wake

Fear of being unneeded, of being useless.

Fear, it is like a womb, a cocoon.

It keeps me in, the spikes

Hurt every time I try to break free.

I fear in school, torn apart

from fear of failing and not to.

I put on the air of nonchalance

but inside I quiver

Heart, my Heart to throat. 

Fear's clear monster, in front of me,

always sits back to back never letting 

anyone out of sight.

Breaking Out

Oh, how it hurts

when I touch those invisible thorns.

I know what outside, lurks

The sun, stars, and Dark clouds always turn;

but I want to be free, to fly

I want out, so I fight.

Against my restraints

I don't care anymore if I live or Die.

I want to fly, to feel the blues of the never ending sky.

But why, why am I stuck,

 here alone in this Glass Box.

Can no one come, can no one hear me?

Crying and begging, and screaming

for a chance to feel that world you are in.

You know what, I don't care;

Stay out if you what.

I can make do, but I will tell you.

I will get out, I will feel and touch the sky.

Just you wait, I will never stop trying

to break out, to fight against these bars and thorns.

Just you wait 

soon I will not be looking out but in,

so that I can see how you continue to think

 that you are restraining me

Untitled

Morning Dawn, and all is clear;

The skies a blue periwinkle

then gray clouds appeared near,

rain started to drizzle

then a harsh wind, white thunder.

Waves and rocks meet, clashing foes

wind singing a shirring song.

Slow to a silent close

as the storm runs gone.

Nothing left but Mist and Dew,

As the clock strikes twelfth 

on thing is revealed true.

Nature likes to hide itself. 

My Aunt's Wedding

A Broken case,

A shattered nail,

light flying up in place;

A horn that yells

rusted gates open;

colors fly

And a softness of white,

water going down.

A revealed lie

expression of fright

A flying crown

Appreatly this is a type of poem. Well this expains how my Aunt on her wedding day found her soon to be huaband with his bestman, yes i said MAN!!, heck she was so anger and she was crying. she actually through her crown, tiara thing at him.