NewPoet

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BOOKWORM
Poetry
Red Queen + Twilight
Grishaverse
Volleyball
Fear of Cutting Avocados
Bass Clarinetist

Message from Writer

“If you don’t try you’ll never know what could have been.”
-NewPoet

“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage, against that dying of the light.” -Famous Poet Dylan Thomas

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Published Work

Doom

Do you know that feeling of inevitable doom?
Where you know its possible for everything to go right,
But you are certain that it’s just your luck,
That will send everything down a bad path?

Maybe it was an accident,
Or something you did intentionally.
Let me tell you what I did yesterday was the first.
But now I can feel doom weighing down my shoulders.

Waiting to sweep in and say hello.
It might come quick and quiet without any warning.
But there is always the possibility of a loud entrance.
I know he may never come.

But something in me says he will.

Doom

Do you know that feeling of inevitable doom?
Where you know its possible for everything to go right,
But you are certain that it’s just your luck,
That will send everything down a bad path?

Maybe it was an accident,
Or something you did intentionally.
Let me tell you what I did yesterday was the first.
But now I can feel doom weighing down my shoulders.

Waiting to sweep in and say hello.
It might come quick and quiet without any warning.
But there is always the possibility of a loud entrance.
I know he may never come.

But something in me says he will.

Quiet

Full of silence
To make all prominent
Any sound is raucous
So it is dominant

Things come hard to register
In the silence remaining
Noise and quiet create conflict 
Not open for containing 

Though emptiness remains
Above all the chatter
Silence is regained
Through mind over matter

Quiet

Full of silence
To make all prominent
Any sound is raucous
So it is dominant

Things come hard to register
In the silence remaining
Noise and quiet create conflict 
Not open for containing 

Though emptiness remains
Above all the chatter
Silence is regained
Through mind over matter

Possibility

Is it possible to fall without leaping
To come without going
Is it possible to give without having?
To know without seeing

Is it possible to live?
 

Possibility

Is it possible to fall without leaping
To come without going
Is it possible to have without giving
To know without seeing

Is it possible to live?

Is it possible

To be human?

Hidden

You can’t solve a puzzle without all the pieces
I know its been said many times
If you hide a piece of your soul 
A piece of who you are
Then are you ever truly complete?

What if you know where the missing piece is
And are just choosing to hide it?
That just makes it harder for others

You need to give back the piece
And show it to the world
Maybe they’ll be mad you hid it
Or won’t like the final picture

But it doesn’t matter
You gave the piece back

Do you like the picture?

Goodnight Again

Goodnight again
Go to fall forever
Not hit the ground
Awake? Never

Goodnight again 
To the fields endless
Running free
Unbeknownst to a mess

Goodnight again 
In your joys or fears
Return with a smile
Or waiting for it to reappear

Goodnight again
To a place of your mind
Where you’ll see the stars
That you can finally find

Write the World

When I log on each morning it feels like I’m holding my breath.

Waiting to see the lives of other people finally spelled out.

Each time I read a new piece I can breathe out easier.

It feels like I’m apart of something other than just the thoughts in my head telling me that I’m alone and going through this by myself.

Because I know I’m apart of something greater now. Something that lets everyone be who they are.

A community brimming with love and unity. 

A place when everyone supports, a place where everyone shares their lives filled with both sorrow and joy.

A place where I get to be apart of all that.

A place where I can be free.

July Grab Bag

Look Around



There are so many things I could tell you
Warn you to be careful
Show you what will go right
Or remind you to be grateful

I want to say them all for you
But we never have enough time do we?
It may pass slow now
But eventually you’ll plea
For it to all come back

You need to pay attention now
While most things seem bland
They will be the things you remember
And hold close in your hand

Look around while its there
See what was not meant to be
Realize time is a gift
And one day you’ll agree

That it all passed to fast

Lifeless Nature

Take me back
To when the seas shone
When the stars sang
And the breeze blown

Bring me home
To the meadow glow golden
Home to the whispering leaves
And life unbeholden

The world the longer holds
Free nature on its own
Stars, seas, rocks and trees
All of that this life has outgrown

Mid-June Grab Bag

Writers Block

A blank canvas ready to be painted, but the brush isn’t being picked up. You have everything you need. All the tools ready. Yet there is a wall.

A wall that freezes all. A wall that makes dreams and hopes turn to ash. A wall that makes it all seem inferior.

You run to the wall, ready to finally break through. But when you reach it, you realize it is solid concrete and you will never be able to get through.

So you find a bulldozer. A jackhammer. A wrecking ball. Anything that could possibly be able to get you through it to the other side.

But nothing works.

So you accept defeat. 

And only when you finally accept defeat, and learn a lesson that sends a spark

Will the wall begin to crack. Allowing you to finally step through

And create.

Final Moments

They say you’ll see a light, when you go to cross the bridge. A warmth that shall call you home from a cold grasp.
But where is it?
I see no light.
Wait. 
A face. Young, without lines aged with time.
Brown eyes with hair to match it. A smile that knows not of the troubles in the world. 
Isla something whispers.
The girl fades and pictures flash of me and the girl Isla. 
Watching her from the crowd receive her diploma that she worked for life.
Seeing her pound gently, keys she knows by heart. Putting her soul to make a work of art.
Leaving her to the first bus ride, greeting her as she returns.
Her sitting on a old wooden swing with a frayed rope hanging from a tree, with me behind pushing her to the stars.
Walks through the forest as I name the types; douglas, oak, pine, fur. Hand in hand we walk marveling at...

Risk

A leap of faith
A step into the unknown
Risk doing or not doing
To something which you are prone

Coming out of a box
Crossing a line
Breaking the rules
For which you were designed

Hope for praise 
Pray for acclaim
Wondering if you can come back
And still be the same

Lifeless Nature

Take me back
To when the seas shone
When the stars sang
And the breeze blown

Bring me home
To the meadow glow golden
Home to the whispering leaves
And life unbeholden

The world the longer holds
Free nature on its own
Stars, seas, rocks and trees
All of that this life has outgrown

Risk

A leap of faith
A step into the unknown
Risk doing or not doing
To something which you are prone

Coming out of a box
Crossing a line
Breaking the rules
For which you were designed

Hoping for praise 
Pray for acclaim
Wondering if you can come back
And still be the same

True Friendship

As I look into the sparkling stars above, I’m reminded of us. Of the times we have spent together, the memories we have made, the secrets we have shared. Those glittering gems make me think of every time you made me laugh, every time we lost, every time we won, every time we said goodbye. They call back things so deep, things that I never could have recalled. In the constellations  I see the good things, the bad things and everything in between. You have stayed through my weirdness, anger, and sorrow. I can never repay what you have given me. And I can never tell you how much you mean to me. Without you I wouldn’t have laughed until I cried. I never would have been blessed with a love for the sea. I never would have known true friendship. 

2020-2021

-Biden became president
-I had two surgeries from an avocado!!! 
-I turned 12!
-I got a new cousin who shares my birthday
-I entered the 2021 National History Day competition, and took it went to regionals and state!!!
-I started going back to school!
-I learned how to play bass clarinet
-I turned 13!
-My parents got their vaccines
-I am learning piano
-I am running for Vice President of next years student council at my school
-I am learning piano
-My cousin is pregnant!
-I am getting my 2nd vaccine next week!
-I discovered how much I love writing poetry
-I joined WriteTheWorld

The past two years have been chaotic and a lot has happened. But even after everything everyone has gone through, the world has kept turning. We have made it this far when a lot of people haven’t, and we will see this through to the end. We just need to be strong. Because I can finally...

The Art of Specificity

Leaves Blowing

The leaves move in the wind.

The leaves whistle and dance as the strong wind blows.

The green slips so thin as paper dance and wave in the strong gale.

Science Fiction Competition 2021

The Unknown Evont

Ever since I was little my parents had been telling me that I was meant to rule, that I would win The Comp of my generation and rule the country. This is my story.
When I was born the doctors tested me to see if I was an Evont. To be a Evont means that your brain is more evolved than others. To be one is to compete in The Comps for your generation to find out who will rule the country for the next four decades. 
The Comps happened every four decades just before the current ruler would pass their position of authority to a new Evont. Evonts were capable of coming up with incredible ideas, were calm in the most dire of situations, they had a much higher level of logical thinking, and were considered better than those who were normal.
I was born an Evont. I was more privileged though out my live, I was given the...

Retiring Sun

I left as the golden sun rose
And the morning light prevailed
Shooing away the final strips of darkness

The leaves skittered in a dance I can’t name 
Crackling across the cold stone walk
Trailing my certain steps
Following my leave of absence

I walk to see the dream
The picture that follows me into slumber
The loud crashing as crests fall

The red fire lays to rest
Coming to end parallel with the horizon
Slipping behind the cold seas
It retires back into the start

Just as I shall return
As though I never left
The image finally seen
Finally allowing me to sleep

Home

I am not from a place
But from my memories
Held dearest to my heart 
The ones that shall be remembered
Till old age take me off

My home is with my brothers fighting
With my cats running around the yard
With my family’s company at the cabin
With their love and support

My home is the smell of mom’s hydrangeas
It is the smell of my great grandma’s necklace
It is the smell of pancakes in the morning
It is the smell of freshly washed dishes

My home is the feel of rough worn pages of my favored books
The feel of soft silk bed sheets
The feel of shaping sticky cookie dough
The feel of the sharp shells lining my windows

My home is the taste of my mom’s lasagna
The taste of a hard days ending meal
The taste of freshly baked goods
The taste of burgers on a late summers night

So next time I am...

Pride

Two days ago my best friend of seven coming on eight years told me she was bisexual. She was scared to tell me, because she was worried about what I would think. But I didn’t care. It doesn’t matter who you are, as long as you are proud of who you are.
Pride month means different things to everyone. For me, it means not being afraid to show people who you are. I know, it can be a scary, intimidating, daunting task, but you will feel better if you do it. You can’t hide a piece of your soul, a puzzle can’t be complete without all the pieces.
There are many different people in the world, but we are all together, we are all related in one way or another. We need to treat each other as family. We need to be there for each other no matter who you are. We need to treat each other as friends, brothers,...

Indecision

Indecision
Something that always stops me
A roadblock in my way
Making me slow to a stop
And halt 

I could choose this
I could choose that
I could choose something she wants
I could choose something uncreated
But what do I choose?

Indecision 
A plague upon my life
Stopping me from sharing
Stopping me from choosing
Indecision

The Improper (Chapter 2)

I still had a little bit of time before dinner started, so I decided to go see if Thomas was ready. Before I reached his room I heard Father’s fiancé yelling at one of the servants just ahead of me. I quickly turned around to go a different direction when I heard her yell at me angrily.
“Elizabeth! Just where do you think you’re going?”
”And may I ask why you care?”
“You think you can just talk back to your mother and get away with it? Beca-“
“Now let me stop you right there... Because you are NOT my mother, and you won’t be for 5 more days! So you cant just boss me around as you please!”
I tried to walk past her, but she moved herself to stand in front of me, and blocked  my way.
“I can assure you that once I am married to your Father, you and your annoying little cousin will be shipped...

The Avocado Incident

The rough skin in my hand
The Hard rock in the center
The deadly metal gripped in the other
The easy feel to the task

I stick the knife in the pit
Trying in vain to remove it
The knife slides through
Cutting precious skin

Scarlet crimson red
Stains floor clothes walls and counters
Pressure is applied 
Cloths begin to wipe

The thread and needle
The stinging pierce of numbing
My tear stained face
The bandages wrapped around

Stitches mustn’t be removed
Something seems amiss
Another procedure is needed
I shall be asleep

Stitches still can’t be removed
Something doesn’t look right
Perhaps another procedure 
Creating a larger cut

Fingers unable to move
Physical therapy is needed
Weakened are the nerves
From months of being unused

A long white line
Crooked and twisted
Firm underneath
Always a reminder of my new fear

Always a reminder of 
​The Avocado Incident 

YOU, The Writer

My Writing Process

I stare at the cursed little black notebook with the white cover. Full of crumpled sticky notes, half written stories, possible ideas that never came to be, and quotes that I thought would bring me inspiration.
I sit in front of a computer with an empty Word document. I stare at the little keys, funny something so small can make a task seem so daunting.
I write a line, delete it, scratch it out, erase it, throw it in the garbage.
I look out the window, unblinking, searching for inspiration in the beauty of nature and rarely find it.
I may come up with a piece, and leave it alone for some time. But when I come back to it a week later it seems like such trash. 
Most of my pieces are destined to be thrown away after only a few hours or days of existence. Very little of them actually please the mental critic constantly raging in my...

Friendship Tweet

Molly

Can always be called on
Always be there
Never far 
Many memories shared

Loyal to the end
Endures my anger
Tears shed in laughter
Listens intently

But is always there after


 

If You Could Ask

If I went ahead
And let you ask
Anything you wanted
What would you ask of?

Would you ask of 
My stories
My victories
My failures
My joys
My sins
My memories
My life?

Would you ask
When did you laugh?
When did you cry?
When did you have to say goodbye?

What were your triumphs?
What were your pains?
What did you lose?
What did you win?

You could ask 
And ask
You could know everything
There is to know

But you could never
Truly 
Understand me

Not 20/20 Vision

The lines blur
The words bleed together
Shapes unfocused 
Faces change form
I know what’s real
And what’s not
But not having 20/20 vision
Is hard

The specs first made them laugh
Tease and mock
I endured it for a while
But eventually snapped
They tease no longer
But I have blue spheres
They hide the glass

One can only stand things for so long
People can be pushed and prodded at
But you can’t expect them to hold it in forever
They will break
They always do
I did
They pointed for only so long
But I stopped it
Now I don’t care what they think
Only what I think

Dream Room

The ocean blue walls marbled together
Churn like the sea
Restless and alive
They spin and twist
Mixing blues, teals and blacks
Mesmerizing with every move

Succulents drape walls
Soft ivy spirals smoothly downward
Plush green, dark and light
Encases the vertical boundaries
Give off a feel a peace and wild

Shells line the windows
The dresser and the door
Pulling me back to the sea
The ocean and its rage
Sharp and gentle 
Fragile yet strong
Once held lives
But now hold shadows

Beyond the glass
Giants reach to heaven
Stretching for warmth
Shading the ground
A cold sight 
Yet always comforting
In it’s silence

The ocean colors
The green walls
The shells lining
The outdoor haven
My Dream Room

 

Tell

I can tell you many things
I can tell you a story
I can tell you a song
I can tell you a art

I can tell you my life
My history
My scars
My joys

I can tell you stories of friends
Their fun
Their laughter
Their life

I can tell you my life
My hopes
My dreams
My sins
My wishes

But no matter how much I tell
No matter how much I let you know
You will never truly 
Understand me

The Improper (Chapter 1)

    I came out onto the balcony of the west wing. Nobody would bother me here, it was deserted and no one ever came here... I would not be left alone while my father prepared for his new marriage. As the King’s daughter I was supposed to be all prim and proper, however i was just the opposite! I yelled at father’s fiancé, I climbed the trees in the forest behind the castle, I slept in until midday, and lots of other “improper” things like that. Ever since i was little Father had been trying to raise me as the best Princess that the land would ever see, but i just wanted to be a normal village girl, that way no one would care what I did, or how I acted, and I could just be myself. After Father realized that I was a hopeless, improper, little princess, he decided to find a queen to rule along his side. And trust...

We

We
Its a small word
Only two letters
But its meaning can be so much bigger

We work together
We find a solution 
We help people 
We follow our dreams


One letter
Smaller than most
Has an even smaller meaning

I works alone
I struggles without help
I breaks down in nerves
I doesn’t work with others

We work with each other
We ​succeed with one another’s help
We help everyone through stress
We find a way

Only we can change the world
We can right our wrongs
We can be stronger 
We can get through this

Together.

Stars

Glitter like gems
Diamond, silver, and gold
So far away
The light so cold

Sparkles alive
Shines anew
From a distance
At times so few

Silver light
Outshines not to fade
Surrounded in dark, though glowing even
Light pierces like a blade

Miles and miles 
Yet always present
Height no matter
Soft glow so pleasent

May Grab Bag

Traveling Book

The room of pages 
Rows and rows 
Ink on paper 
All full of words I suppose 

Hands grab 
All different 
Many people and places 
Some quite magnificent 

The old woman 
House of cats 
Musty old rooms 
The smell of scat 

The little boy 
Chocolate smear on his face 
He fought with his sister 
And dreamed of going to space 

The teenage girl 
Who had no friends 
Spent her time reading 
But didn’t know the trends 

The joyful man 
Who always went on vacation 
Had many friends 
And never had any bad situations  

The young girl 
Always had a smile 
Was an only child  
But was happy all the while 

I’ve seen many places 
Been through many hands 
But if you ever need someone who will listen 
I’ll always understand

Lone Streetlight

Stream so bright
Alone in mist
Surrounded by dark
Struggles to exist

Always fighting
Though it remains tied
Both light and dark
Can say they tried 

Darkness surrounds 
Engulfs with no mercy
Conquers the light
Slowing without mercy

Pressed together 
An eternal battle 
Light against dark
Neither accepting a saddle

Uncertain Flame

It burns bright
Never flickering
And stands against the darkness

A wind blows
The flame flickers
But comes back strong

A harder wind blows
The flame dies
Will it rise again?

The wind soon dies
A match is thrown
And the flame is lit again

Burning bright
The flame might flicker
But will always be a light in the dark

Shadow

It is the barest of flickers 
Against the darkest of the nights
Always out of focus
Never a clear sight

It creeps along
Always hidden
Its always there
But never seen

It’s behind
Its ahead
Its all around
But never clearly seen

You catch a glimpse 
See a flicker
Hear a scratch
But never see a full form

Always a flicker in the corner
Always hidden in the cover of darkness
Always there but never truly seen
Always watching from afar

Its always there 
Hidden in the night
It never fully disappears 
But it always follows

It’s never thought of
But it’s always with you
Cloaked in darkness
But always more

Than a shadow

Everlasting Darkness

The darkness
Never penetrated 
The darkness swallows all
Will the darkness ever fade?

It is still
It is quiet
It is everlasting
It is darkness

No sliver shall come
Nor shall it creep
It will be overpowered 
Useless

It blocks out all
Letting nothing shine through
Nothing could break it

Not a shine
Not a sliver
Not a fade 
Nor a shimmer could break it

All is gone 
Never to return
All that remains
Is the everlasting darkness
And all there will ever be is

The everlasting darkness

The Cycle

Blooms in light
Rising from the Earth
Then turns to cotton
While laying on the world's hearth

So light and soft
Then comes a breeze
The seed rises and floats
Going any direction the wind may please

Off the seed goes
To become embedded in dirt
It takes hold of ground
Then begins to revert

Later the seed will fly on again
And land in the ground once more
Repeating the cycle forevermore

Ruins

Ground quakes
Ash falls
Fire pillages
As charcoal takes walls

Heat searing
Eyes stinging
Skin blistering
Hair burning

Try to outrun
But only in vain
I trip and fall
But look back and feel pain

Crumbled to ground
Reduced to ruble
Ash and smoke
Faded has the signs of trouble

And left my world in ruins

Farm to War

Rough wood of the barn
Tall wheat of the field
Deep forest of the edge
Open sky of the revealed

Thunder of boots
The crowd’s uproar
Pushing me along
Towards the war

Fire, ash, and smoke
The boom of steel 
Cries from the wounded
Awaiting heal

Returned home
To wood, sky, and wheat
Mind bearing scars
Hoping the future doesn’t repeat

Sea

Crash and wave
Storm and rain
Harsh and soft
Loss and gain

Towers over
Falls out of crest
Slides smoother
But never taking a rest

Soft with breeze
Rough with storm
Divides and gaps
But can always be counted on to reform