Lovely Little Poems

Lovely little poems
Buzzing in my head.
They whisper and they giggle
As they hear their bodies read.

I write them when I like
And even when I don't.
I've asked them, please, to free me,
But they tell me that they won't.

Lovely little poems
Dancing 'cross my mind.
They've grown to be a part of me
The piece I couldn't find.

The piece I've carefully hidden
That I scarcely dare bring out;
For words are the fiercest weapons
When they're flung and thrown about.

Lovely little poems
That I must learn to bend.
It's my duty to instruct them
To either bite or to befriend.

Shay Stockstad

Sigh.

Applying for college.

It's madness.

For those of us that are.. er.. not as on top of things as our peers, any way. I just spent the past two and a half hours of my life trying to scramble everything together to apply for BYU-I by the end of tomorrow. Ouch, right?

Eh, not really. It was my own fault.

What I'm trying to say is DON'T PROCRASTINATE! Just don't do it! It's HORRIBLE!

Thank you for reading this underthought and hastily written, yet vitally important message.

The Wall

No escaping
The anguish,
The tears that never cease
To beat against this heart.

No breaking through
The wall.

The one you put up in front of me
Everytime I look at you,
Say your name.

I'm lying here
Broken, bloody,
From hitting that wall
Over
And over again.
I can't break through
But I have to.
Have to obliterate
The space
The empty universes you've spanned
Between you and me.

That space has become
Death
To my heart.
Love thrown away
Shattered across the floor.
A part of my heart
That can never be mine again,
Can never be whole.

I live to see you:
That you're safe,
That you're happy,
To see your smile.

If only it didn't flee
Everytime I showed my face.
My diseased face.

Hope dies
The hole widens
When the dead in your eyes trains upon me.
Killing me again.

So why, Love?
Why do I keep trying,
Beating my bleeding fists against
That wall,
The one too hard to break?
The one that can only be taken down
From the inside.

I don't know,
I know almost nothing!

I've lost all but this truth:
I love you.
And that is all.