The Promises of the Young

There may have been a fight
A swear, a mess, or a smell
Anything to make you think

To think
I will never do that when I am grown up
I will never fight like that
I will never swear like that
Or I will never smell like that
And so you promise yourself that 

But as life continues in its circle
You end up making many promises
You promise that you will be the best father or mother possible
And on that faithful day when your first child is born you think back
To renew all of your promises from the past

But life has a way of working with history
In the sense that it repeats itself
And we may all break those promises
Probably not each one
But at some point we will break a few

So when you do and you can see your child sitting in the corner
Make sure to make up for it
Maybe not right afterward but soon
And it never hurts to make another promise

Land Of Unknown

In the land of Unknown
Walks a stranger on his own
Around him are things
Things he has never seen
Sounds he has never heard
And a people
A people so very unknown

This stranger is not alone in the land of Unknown
The locals greet him and bring him to their homes
He does not understand them
But follows their leads
One local miraculously speaks his language
Explaining to him all that is unknown
Teaching him to know

Weeks pass and the stanger is more at home
His land of origin is still fresh in his mind
But parts are fading and the Unknown becomes known
The slur of sound the locals speak
Is becoming words
Words that he knows
But only a few

In the homes of the locals
In the land of Unknown
New foods cook over strangely designed stoves
Never the less the food is delicious and filling
Few of the houses are made of stones
Rather endless rows of red clay called bricks
Or shaped into odd curving shapes

The land of Known is no longer known
And the land of Unknown is nearly known
The locals are now the Strangers neighbors and friends
And the Stranger is familiar to the land

Back off in the land of Known is a family
A family that is his
But the land of Unknown has consumed him
Immersing him into a new world
The thought of going back is rare for the Stranger
Everything is so fresh and new in Unknown

One day a stranger walks into the village
In the land of Unknown
Not understanding the slur of sounds
Nor recognizing the odd buildings
But there is someone who meets him
He speaks to him in his tong and teaches the ways of Unknown

Train Ride

The rails slip away as the train journeys forth
The clouds over head falling behind as we pick up speed
There is a zeppelin the sky
Floating defiantly with it's skin made of lead
Cows graze in the large open squares
Restrained by thin channels of water

Around me words are spoken
Some I know but most I don't
Words I will know some day

A train flashes past
Forcing air between us
Shaking our train
As quick as it came it is gone
Leaving us alone on the tracks
As the sun sets the land begins to slow beneath me
The arching metal and glass grows on the horizon
Consuming the train and letting its contents out
I walk out of the station just in time to see the last orange and red bands of light
Leaving me to walk home alone to the comfort of my bed

In the quiet of the night

A Weather Related Poem by a Friend

Rising up
A wave of harm
Its crest foaming
With haunting pain
White heat and anger
Keep on rising.
Curling under
The color deepens
Dark black fury
Pushing its way
Up…
Up to your surface.
Overwhelmed
Your body trembles
An earthquake of emotion
In the depths of your sea.
Forgotten
A lone drop that falls
You catch in your hand
Your glass has chipped
Spider web cracks spin
Cutting their paths deep
In the barrier reef
Protecting your ocean,
The rushing water
Pushing through.
Speaking with your tongue tied
You force words
But your puffy eyes
Cannot lie.
A fire skims
The surface of your wave
Drowning your fears
In its angry flame.
You are way too deep
To swim.
Under your skin…
Bitter salt water
Chokes your throat
You find it difficult
Impossible
To breathe and speak
But you wouldn’t
Even if you could.
Rising up once more
A volcano spits
Spews fiery smoke
Your wave darkened
Blood red
Spinning water swallows you
A whirlwind of tasteless wrath
Flushed with rage
Continuous
Never-ending abuse
The destruction of your ocean.
And now
As the relentless wave curls
Once more in your sea
It is impossible to choke back
The bitter salt
Scraping your throat
Gorging your heart
Until it escapes
And can be held back
No longer.

By, Cameryn

The Finish Line

Long off in the distance
Strung between two points
Waves the ribbon of success
Holding all you strive for

Toiling indoors to reach your goal
Making what will be yours
Making what others will admire
Making what others will envy
Creating who you are
The immaculate image only stained in your mind

Sculptures of intellect
Monuments to imagination
And reputations of eloquence

All the while being just a person
A person like the rest of us
Yet all the while
A person unlike the rest of us

You are someone unlike the rest
One who dreams of the amazing
And one who brings your dreams into the world
Sharing them with everyone

You stive to be different
And you work towards the waving ribbon
Working towards your goals
And when you do will you stop
Will you end your race after the finish line
Or will you continue to amaze the world
With the beauty of your mind

Memorial

Waving goodbye to the soldiers as we cry

Moving away in the military's trucks

The military's trains

The military's boats

And the military's plans

Off to a land of hurt

Where fear may overcome their courage

Where bodies are maimed and forever scarred

Off to another land where we cannot see them

Until they come home hollowed or cold

Today is the day to memorialize these men and women

From the days of the great wars

To the ever lasting war of today

Remind these fellow citizens that we thank them

And that what they did if above all

For they saw the ultimate price be given  

By their friends 

by their comrades

Let these brave and selfless people know your thanks 

And acknowledge them this Memorial Day 

Is it Possible

Is is possible to ever win
Or are there just victories surrounded by defeats

No matter how hard you try
Is it all in vain
Will your efforts ever open that door
Will you ever reach what you are reaching for

Is it even possible to love
To love a true love that will last as long as time
To say how much you love someone
When no one takes you seriously

Is it possible to be nice to everyone
And to believe that everyone will be nice to you

Is it possible that I could be loved
Loved by the one who I love

Or is it impossible
If words turn to air
Gifts to dust
Feelings to nothing
Warmth to cold
Joy to sorrow

I will never believe in impossible
I will take them

I will take their love
To make the impossible possible
To turn the air into words
Dust into gifts
Nothing into feelings
Cold into warmth
Sorrow into ever lasting joy

Is it possible?

One More Year

One more year gone by
Im told ive changed
Im told for the good
And i agree

I have learned so much
I have felt so much
This year has given me a 16th stamp
This year was amazing

Now on my birthday
I never walk alone
I receive good wishes and hugs all day
Who could ask for any more

I see how much  friends love me
And my voice is sore from thanking
I am a lucky person you see
To have friends like these

To everyone
I wish to say
Thank you for saying "Happy birthday"

Spring

Fresh and clean
New and green
Bright and gleaming with dew
Spring is here bursting with baby green

The smell of clean air
Freshened from the months of cold
Birds calling
Geese flying
And everybody out to play

Now we sit in school
Wearing shorts and tee shirts
Itching to go outside and soak in the sun’s warmth

The trees are a blurry green
As new buds burst into leaves
The grass looks less brown
And the rain has washed away the winter grime

Fresh and clean
New and green
Bright and gleaming with dew
Spring is finally here bursting with baby green

New Poems

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Life's Not So simple

Black is black
White is white
No means no
Yes means Yes
One is one
Two is two

Life isn’t this way
Life isn’t black nor white
Life is a canvas
Where our colors mix
Where some are brushed over
While others highlighted

Life isn’t this way
It’s not all yes and no
There are maybe’s
Or even I don’t knows

Life isn’t this way
Where there are only ones and twos
What of threes and fours
Fives and sixes
Endless
Endless possibilities for us to explore

Life is this way
Life is a colorful canvas
Life is never a simple answer
Life is a host of endless possibilities

Good Or Bad

People say change is good

Others say it is bad

To me it is both

Life can change for the good

Or life may change for the bad

It all depends on what happens

When the seasons change someone always complains

While in the other camp someone is rejoicing

When a new couple is formed people are happy

While a few are quite sad

Every part of life should be good

Though this never may be the case

To make life good

Or to make life bad

Is everyone's own decision

Whether it affects themselves or others

Strive to make life good

For whom ever you may be

For whom ever they may be

Her

Her hair
Her eyes
Her voice
Her sighs

Nothing would get between her and I
Nothing in the world
Not wind
Not fire nor ice
Not even times of thick or thin

No one is in comparison
No one can come close
Its only her I see in the crowd
It is only her I hear in the wind

To sit by a fire
To read our favorite books
Or to listen and make music on those empty nights

If only it could be true
If only I were there
But for now its not

But for her it will be
I will be there
Soon it will be