Disappointment

Disappointment
It makes my heart feels like it's being pulled down
Farther and farther, sinking below ground
My vision is blurred by tear upon tear
Dripping down my face
They feel cold, like my current despair
My body quivers and shakes
I feel like I'm drowning in black ink
Dark and shadow-like, it engulfs me
I can't even think
What's happening?
How?
Why?
I can't seem to figure out anything
Except that I can only cry

Veterans Day

For many this day is simply another one free
Of school and work, you can be lazy
They figure it's just another holiday
A day where they can relax
But really, truly, its much more than that
On this day we remember those who fought
For us, our country and whoever they love
They shed blood and tears protecting us
Of their own free will, driven by pure courage
These people are heroes
They nearly gave up their lives
To serve their country
No matter if they died or survived
These soldiers of the red, white and blue
Their hearts are always strong and true
They should be honored always from day to day
But we made the current one our holiday
To show that we cared
Appreciated what they've done
And that for every soldier that comes home
It is another battle won
So think about this, boys and girls
Think about what they're doing for our world
It's Veterans Day, be proud <3

Flying

Floating
Flying
Above the world

Soaring
Swooping
Through the clouds

My head light
Along with my heart
Higher with every stride
I fly

Weightless
Effortless
I'd like this life

To be this way
All the time

Up
Higher
Ascending
I go

Feet never touching the ground
Eyes closed
Feeling the breeze
Sweep over me

I sleep on a cloud
Let it take my body
To a place where I dream

Of love
Of peace
Of purity
Tranquility

This is what it's like
To be Free

Other Writings

Hey everyone who reads my blog thing. So through a friend, I recently discovered a really cool sight called Figment. I recently made an account on there and have been posting my other writings, besides just poetry, on it. If you're interested, I would love if you checked it out. And there are also a TON of other great writers on the site, so there's always something to read. So if any of you are interested, look up Mikaela Manzano. Anyway, see ya guys later!

Seasons

Now is a time where things begin to sleep
Where the trees turn to gold and velvet
And much earlier the sky turns pink
The fresh breeze cools us down
From the heat that is no longer found

Ever so slowly, things begin to die
All the beautiful birds must fly
Far away before the cold comes
Before the trees are bare
And ones breath is visible in the air
That time of year makes some want to sing
Of laughter and presents
Of snow and skiing

Others feel the cold
Straight to their bones
They cannot wait for the time
Where things start to grow
Where the sun shines every so often
Making room for rain
It is the time of rebirth
Of flowers blooming
Of birds returning
Along with the warmth
Yet there's still the air
Clean and fresh

That will soon be gone
Replaced with one humid and heavy
With sweltering heat
Where people find comfortable
A difficult state to keep
Yet the sun shines bright
It makes one feel like glowing
Many find it hard
To keep from always smiling

But too soon it seems the cold will come again
The cycle will continue
Until the very end
And some like one better than another
It reflects on their tastes
Their personality
And many others
Times of the year are not something that we control
They are one of the many forces in nature
That we find are truly special

Remembering 9/11

So here's something that people has been posting as their status' on Buzz and Facebook, and I thought it was quite accurate in describing what I'd like to say. So to honor those lost:

On September 11th, 2001, 4 passenger jets crashed by the force of terrorism. The twin world trade centers were each hit with planes, a third into the Pentagon. A fourth plane never reached its destination, it was brought down by the brave souls on flight 93 that made the ultimate sacrifice . Almost 3,000 innocent people were killed that day, along with the first responders to the attacks as firemen,police, and paramedics. Let us remember of these brave men and women.

Eyes

Eyes
They say are the window to the soul
They can be cold, dark
Or warm, inviting
They say what you won't
They define how you feel, even if you don't know
Clear and bright,
They allow you to see the world
In the colors of the rainbow
They're the first thing you see
And the last thing you remember
They shape who you are to others
Whether you're bold or shy
Pretty or not
Loud or silent
The eyes help you see what others want to show you
What you can see is what they want you to think
How they want to be remembered
And if you pay attention,
They can help you see who you are yourself
Simply by looking in a mirror
Sometimes, the eyes can be controlled
You only allow yourself to see what you want to see
But closing yourself to the world is like walking around blind
You really can't understand what's happening
You can't see what's truly going on
You can't take things in
You can't learn
The world is a haze and you're walking in a dream
But you have to wake up
You can't lose reality
You can't lose yourself
Your eyes would be blank
Soulless
White and empty
The image that gives many nightmares
Would you really want to have that?