PoisonedPlum

The leaves rustling in the wind River not so softly bubbling Insects making all their usual noises Birds singing to one another Nature at it's finest Hiking trails going in all different directions One leads to the condemmed covered bridge Another the poor abandoned cemetery The click and whirr of a camera sounds Another Jo original photo taken The subject only known by her Waves splashing against the beach Bees pollinating the vibrant flowers An old manor still in it's original condition Kites floating seemingly in the clouds A willow tree hiding the family's graves The beach containing an uprooted tree Fields perfect for flying kites or

1,2,3 1,2,3 1...2...3 Oh her eyes they hold no life That glow is gone Robbed along with her innocence Once upon a time she believed in love Thought everyone had that someone out there At least that was until he came ...And left... They fell in blissful love ...Or so she thought He had someone else on the side A girl he liked more... One day he was saying how much he wanted To  finally  be with her ...The next he wanted the other girl instead She went cold Feeling it spread. With every. Pathetic. Heartbeat. With that she died inside... No longer did love seem possible Soul mates did not exist to her He  killed  that bit of innocence That l

Through darkness there comes strength Those who have fought their way through it They have learned to fight How to survive They know how to keep going Instead of letting themselves fall into the dark They kept striving to get out. Without darkness there would be no strength And through filth there comes wisdom Look in the drabbest corners of life There you will find the wisest of people Some say the privileged are the wisest That is never the truth. Those who come straight from nothing They are the ones who have been through And done the most They give the best advice For they know the ways of life. Without filth there can be no wisdom

Now that summer is here I can't help but remember our plans Do you remember them? The two weeks we'd spend together One spent here in Indiana The other spent in Ohio. A part of me wishes it would stil Be happening and we'd be together But you want nothing to do with me Even had a friend say it for you. Did you think I would be okay with that? That it wouldn't kill me even more? As July approaches, The time we figured would be best Do you think of what summer could have brought? Or do you even care at all? I wish things would have ended differently If not at all. How is it that I am the only one who cares When in the beginning you cared mor

People can use it to physically harm themselves Drawing things, carving them into their flesh Perhaps bringing blood to the surface It can be used to cut apart your feelings Dissect how you feel Bring a certain feeling closer to the surface Hurting them more A pen can be used to hurt another It's easy to write out a rumor And have it spread like wildfire Burning the person it's about So tell me, Is a pen truly a harmless writing utensil?

Death. Just that one word holds so many meanings It could make a sentence of its own But is Death really an end to all means? Who is to say there isn't another life Or that there is one? How do we know what Death really means When we can only experience at the end? Can we truly capture it? Or are we just trying to reason with it? Age. We always tell kids they're too young to understand But really, are they? Should we let them go one to think That people are immortal? Especially since life can end so suddenly Ripping away that innocence so easily? Are we protecting them or hurting them more? Life. Another word with multiple meanings. A se

This day, it comes but once a year The day she left, leaving nothing behind But ashes, memories, and holes in our lives People expect us to be sadden But why mope, when we can celebrate? Celebrate that we knew her That she, Tracey Jo Stinson graced our lives So I sit here, celebrating and mourning The life and all too soon passing of her My beautiful, witty, and sometimes bitchy mother In the only way I know best; Writing a poem or two And reading a damn good book

 My friends are the one thing that completely matter to me. I don’t know where I’d be without them. Especially Holly. She’s been there for me through everything, ever since I moved here to Indiana when I was 10. I’m now 16. Have you ever had one of those days that it started out perfect then ended terribly? Well that’s how today was. The weather was beautiful. A perfect temperature of 80 degrees, with a light breeze and a little bit of humidity. When I got up that morning, the sun was shining through my window, and green curtains. The green glow that everything had was so cool looking! About every week, I chang

Dearest Mom, Well Happy Mother's Day Mom. I just thought I'd write you to not only say that but I love you and thank you. Now this isn't going to be the cliché short little insert into a card thank you paragraph. No, I have more to thank you for other than for raising me and loving me those 11 years I had with you. First I do have to be a bit cliché, sorry. But thank you so much for raising me and loving me. I know our time together was awfully short, but I am grateful for every single second of it. You were the greatest mom and my best friend that entire time. Even if you would pick on me. Like that time I was dancing to "I'm