When She Sings

When She Sings

She sounds like a frog when she sings,
but I haven’t the heart to tell her.
She’s been singing since she was only two,
even then she couldn’t carry a tune.
She would invite me to all the concerts.
Yet she didn’t see the earplugs that I shoved in before the first song.

Even her parents will cringe at her voice.
But when asked how it was they nod and smile.
They have tried to spark her interest in other things,
like painting, baking, or the softball team.

She says that singing is her dream,
and that she will do anything to make it come true.
But she sounds like a frog when she sings,
and I haven’t the heart to tell her.

Warning to the Reader!!!

I wanted to take this time to explain the many poems that been seen on this blog lately. I am currently enrolled in a creative writing poetry class and want to share the work I am most proud of with my blog readers......

But I promise I will post one of my rants very soon.....

I just haven't had anything in my life to trigger one......

But just give it time......

For now, just enjoy the poetry!!!!!!~

A Student’s Solitude

Solitude is like being the ghost in the crowd.
Screaming, Screeching, Shouting,
desperate to be heard.
Yet, my words seem to also be translucent and transparent.

What does it take to be noticed?
What does it take to make them see
that I am just as good as them,
just as smart,
just as talented,
just as qualified for the job of life?

What gives them the right to disregard me?
To treat me like week old milk?
To walk past me like I was a mutt at the pound that gets passed up for the puppies?
To declare me as someone undeserving of compassion and care?

Tell me,
What is wrong with me?
Tell me,
What can I change?
Tell me,
How can I make you happy?
Because that’s what it’s all about right?

Well I am tired of living my life for you!
I’m tired of trying to fit in!
I’m tired changing who I am!

So I have decided,
if you don’t like me,
and you have a good reason.
I will respect you.
But if you just dislike me simply because I’m quiet,
Then I’ll say “Right back at ya!”

When Faith Can Fly

When Faith Can Fly

A bird with wings to fly,
sits trapped in a cage.
The owner sits and admires the beauty of the bird,
and yet refuses to let it fly
What she cannot see,
is that by keeping the beauty for herself,
she is shielding the world from experiencing
the true beauty of the bird
that is seen as it takes flight.

What I Cannot Say

What I cannot Say is killing me inside
It's wanting to jump out
But is trapped behind my lips
How can I help if I cannot speak the truth?\
How can I be a friend if I cannot seek the answers?
Helping her would be so easy
If I could say the words I cannot say