No Hurry

The year went by so fast,

I didn’t think I would last.

Tons of extra homework,

And the counselor being a jerk.

My mind was getting blurry,

I was in a hurry.

The end of credit recovery,

And new discoveries,

All leading to the end of the year,

A happy thing, yet one I fear.

My mind was getting blurry,

But I am in no hurry.

Here comes graduation,

The source of my agitation.

It makes me anxious and scared,

All I can do is be prepared.

My mind is very blurry,

I am definitely in no hurry.

The Dress

I wanted to make my own prom dress;

I knew what I wanted for the big day.

My mom did the work, I must confess.

When I got the fabric, I took a guess,

As to how it would look and how it would lay.

I wanted to make my own prom dress.

The pattern, unfolded was a bit excess;

After a few weeks, we learned what it had to say.

My mom did the work, I must confess.

Procrastinating a little bit less,

Would have done wonders for the load on our tray.

I wanted to make my own prom dress.

I should have thought about all of the stress.

With all of the stuff that came into play,

My mom did the work, I must confess.

It was definitely made to impress.

We were so happy at the end of the fray.

I wanted to make my own prom dress.

My mom did the work, I must confess.

18 and Life

I am a young girl.

I wear my heart on my sleeve,

Feeling my whole world whirl.

Turning Eighteen is hard to believe.

On my way out of high school,

A senior in her last semester.

Scared of the world, so cruel,

Hoping this feeling won’t fester.

I’m breaking out, on my own.

Excited, yet nervous,

I don’t want to feel alone.

I am going to find my purpose.

Starting as a college freshman,

I will make it through each strife.

I will become my own person,

The best I can, it’s eighteen and life.

We Danced

Dressed up, more nervous than I’d ever been,

Walked in the room, he was red like his hair.

More anxious than his cute one-sided grin.

Pictures with both of our families there.

We climbed into the car, tried to keep cool,

I was excited, happy, and nervous.

Taped up in my dress as we reached the school.

That night every girl looked like a princess.

There we stood, waiting in line for pictures.

Waiting and waiting we were almost done.

Listening to each of the songs’ meters.

Too many people, yet it was still fun.

The crowds were something that we chose to chance.

We held each other close and then we danced.

Christmas

If I showed up on your door step crying,

Would you ask me what was wrong?

If I had one day left to live my life,

Would you be a part of it?

If I told you I still loved you,

Would you even care?

You were the best thing that happened to me,

Yet to you I don't exist.

We decided to be friends,

But we don't even talk.

I gave you all I could

And you just threw me away.

You will never know what you put me through,

But neither will anybody else.

I thought I would watch 'til the day I die

And love you all the same.

But I won’t cry for you anymore,

Or wish that you loved me.

I missed your kisses,

And I missed your hugs.

I missed Friday band practices,

And I missed our hanging out.

I missed having something to look forward too.

And I missed having you by my side.

If I called your name,

Would you answer me?

If I tried to talk to you,

Would you realize I was there?

If I told you I was moving,

Would you tell me goodbye?

None of that matters anymore,

I found someone who loves me.

Someone who would do anything to make me happy,

Even if it upset him.

I can’t believe I’m saying it, but thank you.

Christmas left, but now I have a teddy bear.

Between

Born on neither the right, nor the wrong side of the tracks.
Always looking forward, always looking back.
Always putting her best into play,
It was never enough at the end of the day.
Wanting to be friends with everyone in town,
Yet living her life constantly looking down.
Knowing all the wrong and right things to say,
And finding it hard to speak to people either way.
She isn’t beautiful,
And isn’t dull.
Not too good at school,
And isn’t cool,
But she will be alright.
Staying up and reading by book-light,
Then waking up and watching the sunrise.
She will never be able to despise
Anyone. No matter how badly they treat her,
She will never be a threatener.
Maybe one day she will interact.
Perhaps it will give someone a heart attack.
For now, she is here, in this place,
Without even a hint of a smile on her face.
Walking through the world with hope,
Trying to find her own way to cope.
Feeling invisible, yet always seen,
Forever, the in between.

(Un)Known

I know myself.
I know I have blue eyes,
That they turn both green and gray.
I know my hair is lighter in the summer,
And it is darker in the winter.
I know that I am emotional,
That those emotions get the best of me.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
I get hurt easily.
I can love,
But I don’t know what love really is.
I don’t know why we love,
Or even how.
If love doesn’t discriminate,
Are we the ones that do?
How does anyone love?
Do we love to make our own lives better?
Or do we love to make others’ lives better?
Perhaps it is both.
Love is too complex to understand.