I wrote this poem this year for a poetry project we had in my AP Literature & Composition class. I got the idea after remembering a certain event. I Facebooked a popular girl the day we got out for winter break, and I basically poured my heart out to her. How amazing she was, how pretty, and how thoughtful she was for actually trying to talk to me in class – no other girl of such high social class did.
She never replied. And she hasn’t talked to me since.

Poem.

Glass is a fascinating substance from sand.

How precious time really is.

Poetry writers do it for the love of poetry and the creative spirit. If you aspire to become a poet. Read poetry. Read old poetry. Read new poetry. Poets take all kinds of emotions and experiences and brings them to life to make them art. Words are often used in new ways to open up the readers mind and make him see life in a different light. Poetry is something humans have always done and always loved. If you want to be a poet. Pick up a pen and go to it.

Inspired by a work in progress by Mandee Alyson Clifton.

When I work with people they make me to kiss silence even though I’m right and this knocks me dead.

A great companion in the battle of life. Even though she’s on four legs, she’s considered a member of the family.
~R.A.H.~

This one talks about how nothing lasts. Not even a diamond.

This poem describes how I "lose myself" in thought and how now, since my thoughts are fading away, I keep thinking about all the time I’ve lost and how I am going to make up for that time being lost and start fresh.