Magnetic Poetry

When I Was..

The Summer I was Uprooted

Packed up, on the move.
No more big city, hello small town.
Middle of nowhere, nothing but an echo.
Swore I wouldn't leave, I love city life.
Frustration, I don't want to be here.
Forced against my will. I hate this.

Goodbye to Heidi, Jimmy, Maria and Miranda.
Family friends since the beginning of time.
Distant relatives, far from family.
And everything I've ever known,
everything I've ever loved.

Stuck in hillbilly hicktown, USA.
To personal, but nothing I can do.
I used to love bike riding down the block.
To roller skate with my friends.
While listening to Backstreet Boys,
and Aaron Carter, but no more.

I'm out here with no one.
No friends, just my parents and siblings.
I hate this, they don't understand.
This summer sucks, but I'm stuck.
Just call me the misfit stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Cruel Honesty

A slap in your face, what you deserve.
I never told you, I think you're ugly.
Remember that time I said I liked your hair.
I lied. Oh, and the time I told you that
you were my best friend. Nope, another lie.
Never big lies, just white little ones.
They mean nothing, I spared your feelings.

You didn't do the same for me.
Told me, your not my sister anymore.
Loose my number, I hate you. I hope you died.
A whole in my heart is what you left.
Family meant something to you, it meant the world to me.
At least it did mean something to you I thought.
Disowned, hated, I mean nothing to them anymore.

Cruel world, cruel honestly is what I got in return.
A door slamming in my face, goodbye you don't belong.
Left without a familiar face, out to find my own way.
Rescued finally, but you'll never get what you deserve.
My cruel honestly for you will remain locked under key.
Family still means the world to me, but I'll always mean nothing to you.

Her Need For Revenge Is Like A Fence

Fixed steel, restricting, holding
back feelings of anger and hatred.
The need to cause pain, to hurt
those who caused her heart to ache.
Selfish, betraying backstabber.
He doesn't know pain, he will learn.
He'll know my name when I am done.
Never will he forget. He hurt her.
Her heart, body and mind he thrown away.
Used her, like she was nothing.
Sad pathetic boy, pray for a miracle.
Because my revenge is coming. And,
your my main target. Goodbye.

2.25.10 Life

My life as of this very moment, is a bit scattered. One thing is happening here, and oh over there yup, there's a lot more I have to get to, eventually. Being rushed because we are moving is what is currently on my brain. Not to forget the fact that I am sick. Yup, couldn't forget that one, it's a biggy. Well, I went to the doctors a week ago to get checked out because I was not feeling well. So, doc takes some blood and does some tests. Well, I have a severe cold and a double ear infection, awesome. Not, but I went on as usual because I am that stubborn of a person that I don't show that I am in pain. Last Thursday came around, I had to go on my Business Professionals of America trip to Grand Rapids. I was gone, had some fun but it was a lot of work and not a lot of sleep. Bad news, I end up feeling like crap all weekend. I come home sick, I miss school Monday leave my house extra early just to drive 35 minutes to Clinton Township to my doc's office to be seen. I wait 2 and a half hours, finally I get to be seen. Another half an hour later doctor finally comes into the room. "Oh, ya by the way you have strep throat."
Of course I said. "HUH!"
Well okay, maybe I was not so nice about it. Anywho, he tells me that he called this number. Guess whose number it is. It's my father, yah my dad that one guy who kicked me out of his house. Well, daddy dearest didn't find it important to call someone that I live with to tell them that I have strep throat along with the news that came back with my blood tests. By now I am just lit and about to go off, but I keep my compusure. So, the doctor changes every phone number that he has to mine. Even though I did that the previous time I was there. Well, now if it isn't changed the next time I go back then I am finding a new doctor that's for sure. So now I have medicine and slept two days. I was in so much pain because also while I was away I had torn something in my knee, so it hurt like heck to walk. I also bruised my forearm so it hurt to lean on. I sprained my ankle on the opposite leg of my hurting knee. Plus, I still have the same cold all along. That's not even the half of whats happening in my life right now. I have family problems, personal problems that I am dealing with internally, and my boyfriend problems. Which I am glad to say there are few because he has been amazing at taking care of me and doing everything for me while I was sick. That was probably the best part about being sick.

Confessions Poem

Dear Dad;

I confess to you here and now,
I am not your little girl anymore.
I confess to loving other people,
not just you dadddy.
I love my friends, and my boyfriend.
They are apart of my family.
My family, which expands and grows,
it's not just about you Dad.

You have always fought with me on this.
Fought with me on everything.
I have news for you daddy dearest,
this is my teenage rebellion towards
your over controlling habit.
I am fighting for what I have to do,
and for who I love. It's what I have to do.

I need to make my mistakes Dad,
I need to make them on MY own.
This is MY life Dad, you can't
protect me forever. My confessions to
YOU is, I am sorry for breaking your
heart. Like YOU said I did.
I never did any of this to hurt you.
I need to do what's best for me, but
you never listen to me.

You're a stubborn old man and your
suffocating me. I am sorry for what
I have done to you. But you've never
admitted you were wrong or apologized either.

But I'll apologize now, and clear my conscious.

What I Would Do..

You Better Be Careful..

If Chris were to leave or cheat on me,
I would walk into his bedroom.
Take his ever loving sketch pads,
that contain creatures and images.
Grab a big black permanent marker,
and scribble all over the pages.
I would take your expensive goose
down pillows and slice them with a knife.
Dumping all of the feathers over your floor,
pouring honey on top to make a sticky mess.
You will fall, and you will be a chicken.
Like the ones you are afraid of.

I would burn you favorite sour belt candy,
and melt them into your favorite blanket.
Waiting till the sticky and sour strips
seep into the fabric of your blanket.
I would take your precious little cat named
Angel, and paint colorful neon polka dots on him.
I would take your brand new skater shoes that
you love and dump melted butter finger ice cream
in them.

I would dump your beloved Pepsi in the refrigerator,
and replace it with diet cola.
Before I leave I would go to your room, and
blast Snopp Dogg music on your stereo.
You'll be in tears and next time you'll know
not to mess with me.

Flickr Picture

Painting Catastrophe, My Picture

Picture/Object Poem

Fun day, normal day. Art time at home.
Crystal and I painting, getting along.
She wanted green, I was painting grass.
The fighting started. The colors fly around the room.
Screaming takes a turn for the worse.
Yellow, purple, red, blue and green.
Walls covered from head to toe.

Wresting and squirming on paint colored floor.
Mom walks in, we thought we were dead.
Crystal gets crafty and hides behind me.
The blame game starts now.
“She did it.”
“Noo, she did it.” I’d plea.
My sister gets clever and ends the fighting.
Hugs me, hugs me by the neck.
Just playing, and being cute.

I start to choke and gag.
I cry. No one thinks anything of it. I scream.
“No they are just playing,” someone would say.
Faces, painted like wild people.
Camouflaged with the colors of the rainbow.
Caught red handed, Mom walks back in.
The coward who stands behind me hides.

A photo that forever is burned into my memory.
That moment in time I can replay frontward’s to back.
Till this day Crystal and I argue what really happened.
Unsolved mystery, untold lies and the untold truth.
Three stories total, but mine will always go untold.
I am younger; my imagination is too great to recall the truth.

The time captured in this photo remains a burden on my shoulders.
I want to be right. I wish to be right, but I will never be right.
She was not choking me; she was just hugging me tightly.
Showing her affection towards her baby sister. No longer the baby,
She will continue to hold her lies. Even though her memory is going
Faster then mine. Childhood games, sibling rivalry, cattiness.
Just another story of sister warfare.