Colorful Christmas

Outside the

frosty window,

the ground is

frozen and

green. Some

birds can be heard

in the distance, some

birds can be seen in the sky.

Lights can be seen

dotting the streets,

hanging from

rooftops and houses.

From bushes and trees.

From porches and

anything else that will

hold the brightly colored lights.

Glowing trees can be

seen from windows,

decorated with

caring hands.

Under these trees,

unseen to onlookers,

are brightly wrapped objects,

anxiously waiting to be

freed from

their constraints.

He… She… We…

He wishes

happiness

for all.

For

no man

no woman

no child

to be

afraid.

He is compassionate

and sympathetic.

Always lending a

helping hand.

No matter who-

or what-

reaches back.

He is sought by all.

And hated by only those who

hate all and

wish pain.

Suffering.

Anguish.

To every man

woman or

child.

But even those he loves.

Those

cruel beings who

war with all.

For he is

Peace.

And the world wishes for him.

Musical Memories

Flowing words

dance from

the speakers

gouging

themselves into

my mind.

Such

beautiful words that

hurt

so

much.

The words they speak

remind me of

times

I wish to

forget.

They remind me of

my past.

Long ago and

recent moments.

Memories resurface,

and emotions

follow along.

How can a

few words

and

melodies

bring back

so much?

Lessons

A child so innocent.

So young.

So foolish.

So naïve.

I wish to

tell you

the world

isn’t full of

sunshine and

rainbows and

smiles.

That people are not always

what

they

seem.

But how do I

tell you all this in only

once card?

Without

scaring you?

Impossible.

Lessons like this

are learned.

I just hope

you learn them

better

than

me.  

Mi Familia

When you join this sport,

you join a family.

Many would disagree,

They would say

“You are no

sport.”

But it’s harder than it

looks.

We’re just good at it.

We welcome you with

open arms,

open minds,

open hearts.

We do not judge.

We do not care if you are

gay or straight,

black or white,

girl or guy.

This club.

This group.

This sport.

It is so much more.

We are a family.

We are marching band.

Rebirth

She’s not

sure

who

she is.

No look seems to

fit her.

She’s

always changing.

Every second

of

every day.

She

never looks the

same.

Even how she

answers you.

Her

voice is

never the same.

Nor the

words she chooses.

Every second

of every day,

she is something

new.

Even now

as you watch her,

she is

not the same

as she was

only a second before.

She is always

changing;

different.

She is always

unique.

Dear anonymous reader

Dear anonymous reader,
     Why do you read these?
     They are but the ramblings of a teenage girl put on paper.
     She is confused and feels all alone.
     She feels as insignificant as she really is.
     These thoughts are just as insignificant.
     Are you still there?
     Are you still reading?
     This insignificant teenage girl wants to thank you.
     With every word you read, she feels that much more significant.
     So thank you.
Just one more teenage nobody