Little Lone Tree

I see you standing,

Little lone tree,

By yourself,

Do you wish to flee?

We are alike,

Little lone tree,

In the way, I too,

Wish to be an escapee.

The leaves your bear,

Little lone tree,

Are few, not many,

But they so suit thee.

I am the same,

Little lone tree,

But my leaves are friends,

And they are few, I decree!

Your body is skinny,

Little lone tree,

Which makes me wonder,

When you will be free.

My body, like yours,

Little lone tree,

Is slight, not much,

Because I always pee.

I see you hurting,

Little lone tree,

And I wish to help,

Yet I let it be.

But don’t you worry,

Little lone tree,

You’ll pull through,

Just like me.

Because, you and I,

Little lone tree,

We stand tall,

Proud as can be.

Any other

Tonight is one of those nights.
You know what I'm talking about.
You close the door behind you
And numbly lock it shut.
You stare at your hands
for long, long minutes before finally breaking.
You gasp for breath.
Silently sobbing,
sobbing about everything that went wrong all at once.
Everything that is wrong with you and the world.
Everything that you just can't deal with.
Then you deal with it the only way you know how,
without physically hurting yourself too much.
You take deep, exhausted, shuddering breaths
as you quietly cry yourself to sleep.
The next morning,
you wake up.
Huddled in a corner of your bed with a sore neck
and a pounding headache.
So you get out of bed just like any other morning.

Fear

I'm tired of smiling when I'm sad
I'm tired of laughing when I'm mad
I'm tired of hiding the real me
But I'm too scared of what others will see.

Y'know?

You know that feeling?
When you're just waiting,
Waiting to get home, into your room,
Close the door, fall into bed,
And just let everything out that you kept in all day,
That feeling of both relief and desperation.
Nothing is wrong.
But nothing is right either.
And you're tired.
Tired of everything, tired of nothing.
And you just want someone to
Be there and tell you it's okay.
But no one's going to be there...
And you know you have to be strong,
for yourself, because no one can fix you.
But you're tired of waiting.
Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else.
Tired of being strong.
And for once, you just want it to be easy.
To be simple. To be helped. To be saved.
But you know you won't be.
And you're still hoping.
Still wishing.
Still staying strong and fighting,
with tears in your eyes.
You have to keep fighting.

Are You Smiling?

Are you smiling?

Wondering,
What is life?

Are you thinking?

Grinning,
What's the point?

Are you curious?

Mysterious,
Why you're here?

Are you smiling?

Wondering,
Is there a purpose?

Are you shining?

Sighing,
What is life?

Are you laughing?

Pretending,
You're ok?

Are you grinning?

Lying,
Who isn't?

Are you smiling?

Wavering Blogandians

All around, people smile;
Everywhere a grinning face,
In the crowd all the while-
Simply lost in this place!

You turn your back,
You look away;
You close your eyes-
You cannot stay.

Laughing voices fill your ears,
A gentle hand reaches out,
But you grimace, hiding tears
Your mind so full of thoughts of doubt

You look back and see their faces-
Down-turned lips and hurting eyes-
You grab your pack,
You mumble some goodbyes.

It's right, you think you know;
You don't belong inside their land:
It's time, you say, to go-
This is what you've planned.

To the exit door you trudge,
Your eyes, staring at the floor,
You feel their looks and hurry on
You lift your eyes and see the door!

Silence makes you feel so small,
But then a whisper murmurs low,
And a thousand join the call-
A roar that simply tells you, "No!"

They declare that you belong here-
They ask you.... Stay...
A thousand voices yell at you,
Pleading, never go away!

You pause, though, unsure
Why would they even want you?
You frown, confused to your core-
What on earth are you to do?

Then a voice calls out a plea,
And another speaks your name.
You realize... This has always been your family...
This is your home, all the same!

A smile spreads across your face,
And you grab the nearest hand!
They pull you in, the laughing mob-
You belong here in this land!

You always did and ever will!
A grin has kindled on your face;
You watch them laughing, sitting still;
And you know you're loved inside this place!

You belong, you really do!
You talk or watch contentedly;
This world of theirs, well it's yours too!
This is your home; they are your family!

This isn't a poem

Sorry.
But I just had to say..., Dude? Over 10,000 pageviews.
That's pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.