A poem I wrote at work

I wrote this while I was at my retail job at the mall. I had no customers for 3 hours and I had a realization about my summer...that I hadn't had a lot of chances to enjoy it with my husband or friends and it got me to thinking about my summers as a teenager where they were truly care-free. So this is what I came up with.

Summer Young

I remember a time,

when summers were for adventures,

imagination and best friends,

ice cream and fast food,

bike rides and barbeques.

When the beach and amusement parks were a must do,

and nothing was better than having fun and enjoying youth.

Now summer is just another season,

working and cleaning,

bills and money,

late nights and sleepy eyes.

Memories of summer young,

when fun was an necessity,

instead of out of reach.

Being older is overrated.

Doing something “just to get by”

sucking away creativity and life,

until the day you can break free and truly be happy.

Dreamer

I wrote this the other night after a stressful day at work.

Dreamer
Don't let that dream go,
Don't let misery and despair overflow,
You have to let it show,
That you're more than they will ever know,
Let your dreams grow,
Because one day you will reap what you've sown,
All that you've done,
Your dreams will be known

L. Moore 2011

It was somewhat a motivational thing for me because I know that I am destined to do more than what I'm doing right now. I have dreams that can and will be reality for me one day. I just had to be diligent and work hard to get there.

A Poem for My Sister

This poem is dedicated to my baby sister Lorean. She's going through a rough time yesterday and it was on my heart to write this for her.

My sister and I

Baby Bear

I may not be a mother but I am your mother,
You may not have come from my womb but from as far back as I can remember I helped take care of you,
The diapers, feedings, keeping you safe,
I feel as if you’re mine,
I’m protective because I know,
I’ve been there,
done it,
I understand how you feel even if you don’t,
I know where the roads go,
So as a momma bear with her cubs I try to steer,
Help you make the right choices and bypass my mistakes,
I’m here for you,
always,
Never be in fear that you are alone,
That no one loves you or cares,
Because I will always be there,
To hear your pain, love, joy, hate,
I will be there when you fall to help you back up,
I love you baby bear,
my sister.

Crying

Tears on the brink,
Waiting to trickle down the warm, round cheek,
Closed eyes,
Flooded with salty liquid,
Fighting rumbling sounds,
Trying to escape sealed lips,
That quiver and temble,
Muscles contract and release as waves of emotion beat tiny white leveys,
Lungs scream for air,
Then there's a sweet release,
that gives way to a shreik,
A scream,
A release of pain,
Of stress,
Of heartache,
And the tears fall,
Covering the warm flesh,
They keep coming,
Until there's none,
And then...
There's peace.
Deep breaths of peace.

Creative Writing

So this weekend while many of my new friends were in Scotland I was doing homework. Well for my creative writing class we had to do a poem and a short story. I'll wait to post the story but here are the poems I wrote using some writing cues she gave in class. The first one I had to write a 10 line poem where each line is a lie, the second each line had to begin "I used to___, but now___" and the third had to begin "This isn't a poem but..." So here they are enjoy! I know I am!

Liar, liar pants on fire

1. When I was six I ate three goldfish.
2. My father invented M&M’s.
3. My sister had a tail removed at birth.
4. I lived in Nova Scotia.
5. My favorite food is marshmallows with anchovies.
6. I’ve never been in love.
7. One day I cried over lost play dough.
8. I never met a person I didn’t like.
9. I was attacked by pigeons.
10. I hate writing and love math.

When I use to…

I used to cry, but now I laugh.
I used to run, but now I walk.
I used to crawl, but now I stand.
I used to think, but now I dream.

Not a poem

This isn’t a poem, but a story
of a girl not afraid to live,
to love,
to learn,
to dream,
to experience.

Empty

Empty,
Emotionless,
A shell, void of anything worth feeling,
As soon as I find joy or happiness it drains from me like an emptying sink,
I can't get a grip on my feelings,
They keep slipping away from me,
Leaving feeling like a zombie,
Wishing I could turn back the hands of time,
Change the past so that I could be what I use to be,
Happy,
Joyful,
Interesting,
Fulfilling,
Exciting,
I want to be lighter,
I'm so heavy now,
My spirit seems broken,
I can figure it out,
I pray,
I cry,
I scream,
I think,
I write,
Nothing has changed,
I don't know how to say this out loud,
Without pain,
Without tears,
Without frustration,
I feel neglected,
I feel unheard,
I feel invisible,
I feel alone,
I don't know why I try,
I know I won't give up, not yet,
But I don't know how much more I can take,
Before I finally break,
I'm tired,
So tired,
and empty...

By: Lyanna Hampton

This poem sums up how the past year and now has left me feeling. I try and try everyday to overcome the negative thoughts that I feel but I don't know.