Live Love Poetry
by Kylie Gary
Where I'm From
I am from knee pads,
from Nike and Under Armor.
I am from clean kitchen floors.
(slick, shiny, smooth to the touch).
I am from leaf pile in the back yard,
the dirty brown crunch
as if I would forget them.
I am from big dinners and thick brown hair,
from melody and Richard.
I am from the one-uppers
and the fall behinds.
from good job! And It’s ok!
With Christ as my guide and strength
And the ten commandments to follow.
I’m from Greenville and Alice’s care,
fried chicken and Mac and cheese.
From the swollen lip I got from clumsiness,
the finger my sister got smashed from stubbornness.
In my drawer a photo album
Cluttered and dark
Laughing and smiles on faces
Tear stains from loved ones
I am from those moments—
The ones you wouldn’t forget—
Another apple from a family tree.
The heart as steady as a drum.
Beats as hard as it can,
While it’s trying to hold on.
All we can do is hope,
Wishing for a miracle.
As I sit on the edge of the bed
Thinking of “what if” moments
What if I was the one?
What if she didn’t get hit?
What if no one was in this situation.
The doctor enters slowly,
With a face pale as snow.
“She doesn’t have much time left.”
As if we wanted to hear those words.
The tears couldn’t be held back much longer.
Nothing more we could do.
“Please don’t leave mommy”
I beg her not to go.
“I don’t want you to leave us!”
Her soft sweet sent was fading,
Half of her here, half somewhere else
Her life was slipping from our grasp.
As if she wanted to let go.
“Please mom, I don’t want to be alone.”
Bullies are just so vicious. No caring for anyone but themselves. For what, just to make them-selves feel better? For their own problems. They feel as if it’s ‘okay’ for them to take it out on other people. Like no that is not ok for them to do that. Yeah they have problem and we should feel bad but they shouldn’t take it out on others. And their followers that just follow them for popularity and cool credits. Like whom do they think they are treating people like that especially girls. Girls a fragile and once you break us we are hard to fix. Like you can’t do that to us like why would you even think of that…. Like why….
BULLIES are just so vicious
_____________________No caring for anyone but themselves.
__________________________________________For what, just to make them-selves feel better?
FOR THEIR OWN PROBLEMS!
They feel as its ‘OKAY’ for them to take it out on other people.
LIKE NO... ____________That is not ok for them to do that.
Yeah they have problems and we should feel bad but they shouldn’t solve their problems on other people!
And their followers that just follow them for popularity and ‘cool credits.’
Like whim do you think you are for treating people like that…
Girls are fragile and once you break us we are hard to fix.
Like you can’t do that to us
LIKE WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK OF THAT?...
I never felt more alone
Lost and can’t find my way,
Maybe I just need to go away
Because no one needs me anyway.
I’m just a waste of their ‘precious’ space
Maybe I should to outer space,
Then I will be far away from my troubles
So they won’t hit me with rubbles.
I have no friends on earth
I have had none since birth,
Then… just then…
Someone came up to me,
Telling me things I’ve wanted to hear.
He said he could make my troubles vanish like thin air.
He said to me believe in all you do
You won’t be alone anymore
Because you can come with me
Away from all of this reality
Come with me to Neverland ,
For there we could be lost boys
Scavenging the island for amazing things.
Because Neverland is a place for lost boys
Lost boys like you and me.