Ummm... haven't named this one yet... -_-'

Okay, really I can't think of a good name for it. Any suggestions?
This one was a bit more recent. 6th grade. Which is really surprising. I didn't write a whole lot of poetry that year.
Anyway, give me some ideas on the name. Enjoy!

I closed my eyes, deciding what to say

and to myself I started to pray

"please oh God, show me how,

to wrench free of the terror which grips me now"

Tears ran freely down my face

I was alone in a dark, cold place

Behind the curtain, I heard a whimpering cry

a girl like me, stuck to the ground yet longing to fly

darkness fell with a heavy gloom

I thought about this girl across the room

I couldn't get this girl out of my mind

Was she scared? Was she angry? Was she rude or was she kind?

Her soft cries kept me from sleep

for I knew this hospital left scars that were deep

Bitter curiosity gripped me, what had her doctor said?

was it, 'Child spend your last days in bed?'

Was death the image that came to her too?

Did she have a deadly disease, or a case of the flu?

Was she scared, or was she in pain?

Were the medics attempts all done in vain?

My wounded heart broke from the core

I got up and thrust back the curtain door

The doll-like child looked to me with a scared blue eye

"Those nurses outside say I'm going to die"

She turned to me shaking from her head to her feet

I felt my damaged heart skip a beat

Down her cheek rolled a glistening tear

"I know," I murmured "I feel your fear"

I sat beside her and stroked her long blonde hair

her eyes crystal blue, her skin bright and fair

"I'm sorry if I woke you. Who are you?"

I could see in her distress this was more than the flu

She leaned into me, and I wished I'd come sooner

She whimpered in my arms, "I've got a tumor."

Was this my purpose? Why I was alive?

To comfort a girl who could possibly die?

I looked at her face; we were very much the same

Both carrying a problem human kind could not tame

She mourned and sobbed into my chest

The very sight made me long for eternal rest

"Miracles happen!" I desperately cried

I worked to calm myself but tears came no matter how I tried

I spent the night with a sister and friend

someone whose hand I would hold till the end

the day ahead brought us both surgery

where we would come back to life, or be eternally free

I feared for myself and what I await

and I prayed for the outcome of my dearest friend's fate.

It's a what?

I wrote this back in the stone ages too, but it's my absolute favorite of my poems. I don't know why I like it so much, it was just kind of... fun, I guess.

Ok, I've polished it a little. Not as much as the first one I did! ^_^

It’s a…what?

The newsboy shouted through out the town
Extra! Extra! Tis doom we’re all bound!
Women would screamed and hide in their hut
There it goes! It’s a…what?
Men shouted; it was time for people to go
Packed ‘em up, wrapped and tied in bow
The cows were frightened; they gave a cowardly ‘moo’
Wait! There it is! No! It ate…who?
All of the people had scattered,
The town was shattered
The horses were gone, and the fierce grizzly bear
What did you say? It’s headed…where?
Everyone worried, the people despaired
The only love left was a self-care.
To their beloved home, everyone cried good-bye
Huh? What’s that? It’s here because why?
Now they’re all gone, I’m the last one here
These simple people shed their final tear
I regret that I’m dying, since it’s coming my way
I’ll tell you what it is
It’s a…It’s a…
CHOMP

Mistakes

I wrote this poem a LONG time ago... It isn't edited, polished, done over or nothin' this is exactly how it was back in fourth grade when I wrote it:

Mistakes

Everyone makes mistakes,
That’s what I’ve been told,
No one’s always fully awake,
Neither young nor old
Sometimes I realize the things I’ve done,
But by then it is too late,
I hide and cower and try to run,
And it’s myself I hate
At least I know I’ll learn,
I know that I can try
I can fight this feeling of concern
I’ll get there by and by
So why do I feel so bad?
Is there anything I can do,
Too get over why I’m sad
And begin the day anew?

Pixie Poetry

Since a young age I've been something of a poet. So I decided, why not make a blog for my work> (Okay, so I really just wanted an excuse to have another blog. Sue me.)

Okay, here is my first! Have you ever had a time in your life when everything was upside down? You wanted the week to be over, but you had so little time to do so much? That's what this poems about. I wrote it when I was 11, so give me a break:

Time

Time passes with remarkable speed,

too much or too little, rarely what I need

Endless days go by blindingly fast,

as if tomorrow's already the past

Night falls and I drift to sleep,

and perhaps I drift down just to deep

for when I awake, decades have passed

this concept of time I mustn't have grasped

conceited time is neither fair nor kind

as it wrecks and toys with the clock in my mind

this force is brutal and wares me down

I'm ever aware of the wretched ticking sound

will this eternal ticking ever cease?

shall it come to an end, and leave me in peace?

Time is becoming my poison and bane

I feel one day it will drive me insane

I believe this sorrow will remain in my heart

and only at death will we ever part.

How was that? ^_^