O solitude of emptiness
of grief
a hole through your heart
that love makes
when it is betrayed by the loss of Eden
the sudden absence of what should be
as familiar as life
and the glare against your eyes
against your heart
of what should not
and what is making you
cracking
breaking you

Plant me near the ocean
so I can stand beside the sea.
Find a barren hillside
and take me there, if it needs a tree.

Let my branches brush the clouds
like a baby's arms that rise
to touch a father's face.

Find me a hole that only I can fill,
and capture the sky
in a star-fishing net.
It's my only limit, you know?

When I stand my full height,
unashamed to be strong,
don't top me off like other trees
that rose too high above the rest.

I started writing poetry during my English class last year. It was actually the very first English class for me, since my mom had never really been strong in that area. I was in the tenth grade, and studying mathematics at the eleventh grade, but because of my weak background in grammar, my mom had enrolled me in a ninth grade class. Even so, I was nervous that first day.

Since I'm new to Apricot Pie, I thought I should introduce myself, briefly, to you all. My art will certainly do a better job at revealing my personality than I ever could, but I thought I might provide a little bit of the bigger picture.

Why do they hunt us, Why?
Why do they want our skin?
It looks better on ME, than on THEM.
They use these big boomers called "guns."
And they've killed many of our sons.
I don't see how they can find us;
We can smell them a mile away.
They sneek up on us;
while we're sleeping the day away.
I wish the Indians would drive them out;
But, oh, the white man guns are stout!
We're gonna have to get used to having them about.

Originally posted 10/31/06

I have made myself a cup of tea,
A fire's brightly burning,
Soon pages of a book will be
Meditavely turning.

Snuggled warm, my full heart sings,
While happy in my nook,
I'm grateful for the simple things
I often overlook.

Originally posted 11/13/04, but it applies at the moment, also!

A Blank Mind
Isn’t hard to find
It pops up
And doesn’t stop
Till something comes
To take its spot.
It isn’t smart,
Or fun or nice.
It’s so boring,
You’ll start snoring.
It’s contagious,
It’s outrageous,
It’s a snoozing, losing brain!

I am strong, I am proud.
i am fierce and i am loud.
I hold myself with dignity and try
my best to make you flee.
I, I am a marine.

I am taught to use my head if i didn't i could be dead.My home is above the earth flying flying like a bird.
I keep it cool and keep my mind protect the homeland from the skies.
I show no remorse for i am of the Air Force.

Sitting at my big computer
Hoping that things don't get duller
I close my eyes
And cross my hands
And enter my own dreamland

Trees that rise one-hundred feet tall
A thief scaling a castle wall
I'm over here
And around there
Everywhere in my dreamland

There are no lessons and no school
No smacking rods or useless rules
Just me and my
Own little self
Traveling in my dreamland

This barn is twenty-five years old and for three years I have been pretending it belongs to me. This barn is where I spend sixty hours of every week, the place to which I devote all of my time and energy in exchange for the shelter of my beloved horses. This barn holds twelve horses and half of them have left hoofprints in my heart.