This poem is one I wrote right after I got off the phone to a female I liked who was going to get asked out the next day. I was also unhappy about many other things going on in my life at the time. So..… I got my emotions out on paper like I always do.

This poem is about a girl who has a tiger statue that she calls Kismet. the day that she got this statue she met the man of her dreams who brushes her off as a pest. She believes that to be noticed you have to be beautiful to be with this man. She wants to be beautiful to be some man's Kismet, some man's destiny

One of the most difficult words to say, especially to ones you never want to close off from, its the longing and wanting to know are they still open for you.

I am only 16 years old and I feel that I have been through way too much for my age. Some of my decisions in life have affected me forever and I feel that poetry is the only way I can express myself.

Everyone plays the fool at times-unfortunately I learned a very hard lesson at a very young age so here is my story.

Leaving a loved one, especially new found love prompted this simple sentiment, against a backdrop of an airport, I was returning to my home at the sea, feeling empty and unfulfilled wishing it could all be different.....and it was...nothing will ever be the same. Sharing the simple things with the one I love is what I miss the most.

Through a separation I think we all forget to see it through a child's eye's, I tried to feel what my kids are going threw

I didn't have a very good April this year. My friend and I weren't getting along and things were very stressful. I was very down sometimes and so I wrote this poem.

How are we suppose to deal with depression? We all have our own ways of dealing with it, but sometimes it gets carried away. I know . . . When my boyfriend left me I didn't think that his excuse was the honest truth. Seeing he obviously showed that he didn't have feelings for me anymore, I thought that his reasons had to do with me. So, I thought of many ways to try and convert myself and live up to his high standards and expectations of what he wanted me to be.

I remembered him telling me that my weight was a problem to him, so I was determined to do something about it. Whoever knew that bulimia was a thought? Well, this poem was written when I was in my room looking at myself in the mirror and what I had become . . . I didn't care about what I was doing to myself, all I could think about is how much I wanted him back. Well, I know that isn't going to happen, and now that I look at it from a better point of view, I don't want it to happen . . . I'm still dealing with the repercussions that came out of my choices, but they are healing with time. I'm learning to move on and slowly learning to love again . . .

The feeling of obligation is something that is common in most relationships. I know that I've been through it and now that I look at it, it was because of that feeling that I was hurt the most. I gave so much that I can never get back and I regret that so much. I just didn't want to lose him. I still don't understand the feelings that I felt, as well as the reason why I did some of the things I did, but I guess some things are suppose to remain a mystery.

I am 15, this is a short poem about deception by friends, family,...really anyone we care about.