Wonder Show

Wonder Show

A Poem by Kayla K
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"Neil Craig: You're kind of lost, aren't ya?
Tyler: You think you know me, but you don't." ~ Remember Me

"You once told me, our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we've touched. Is that true for everybody, or is it just poetic bullshit?" ~ Robert Pattinson, Remember Me

"If you could hear me, I would say that our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we've touched." ~ Robert Pattinson, Remember Me

"When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves." ~ Victor Frankl

"If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies." ~ Unknown
 
"Love can change lives." TWLOHA

Sitting alone, he stares at the wall.
Sitting alone, he feels much too small.
The boy has no friends,
in this entire school.
As they all laugh at him,
I realize kids are cruel.
The bags under his eyes,
show he can't sleep.
All of his clothes
are tattered and cheap.

I ask myself,
why don't I speak?
Is it because,
I feel too weak?
What if I,
acted as friend?
Maybe this torture,
I could help end.
Me and myself,
could rewrite history.

Bones sticking out
of baggy clothes.
Twig-like arms and
knobby elbows.
Everyone points,
and many laugh.
Getting entertainment,
on the girls' behalf.
Malnutrition,
was the cause.
But not many know.
They just see flaws.

I ask myself,
why don't I speak?
Is it because,
I feel too weak?
What if I,
acted as friend?
Maybe this torture,
I could help end.
Me and myself,
could rewrite history.

Standing by herself,
she's odd and strange.
All that she wants,
is for things to change.
Oddity comments,
she's different than us.
Thrown at her,
insults are endless.
Screaming in chorus,
enthusiastically singing.
Although she seems okay,
I know that it's just acting.

I ask myself,
why don't I speak?
Is it because,
I feel too weak?
What if I,
acted as friend?
Maybe this torture,
I could help end.
Me and myself,
could rewrite history.

Walking the halls,
avoiding his peers.
Lining his eyes,
I notice the tears.
The stress of the drama,
"cool kid' has cracked.
He became tired,
of playing this act.
He's smarter than you know,
much kinder than you think.
Just hold on to this moment-
he'll be gone within a blink.

I ask myself,
why don't I speak?
Is it because,
I feel too weak?
What if I,
acted as friend?
Maybe this torture,
I could help end.
Me and myself,
could rewrite history.

In a relationship,
she smiles well.
"The bruise is just
from where I fell."
That's not the case-
he slapped your face.
Secluding yourself,
from all who care.
The way he treats you
just isn't fair.
Dye your hair black,
his wish is your command.
I know that you're scared,
even if you strongly stand.

I ask myself,

why don't I speak?
Is it because,
I feel too weak?
What if I,
acted as friend?
Maybe this torture,
I could help end.
Me and myself,
could rewrite history.

Obesity consumption,
she's judged daily.
Made fun of,
for being chubby.
Funny and kind,
the fat hides it all.
How do you ignore,
all the names they call?

I ask myself,
why don't I speak?
Is it because,
I feel too weak?
What if I,
acted as friend?
Maybe this torture,
I could help end.
I'd become the change,
that I wish to see.
Me and myself,
could rewrite history.


Cuts on her arms,
stretching across.
I see on the wrists,
deadly depression chaos.
"I feel from a tree,"
doesn't fool me.
The lines are to perfect,
pristine and clear.
Don't you see?
Her problem is severe.
So many talk,
"Emo chick did it again"
Why do they gawk,
when she could be dead?
On the grim reaper's edge,
she too closely tread.

I ask myself,

why don't I speak?
Is it because,
I feel too weak?
What if I,
acted as friend?
Maybe this torture,
I could help end.
I'd became that change,
that I wish to see.
Me and myself,
could rewrite history.

Mr. President,
became Sir Loser.
Criticize his looks,
but I hope you know,
he hears chitter chatter.
His popularity,
left with the wind.
But no one knows why.
He lately has not sinned.
A grimace on his face,
belonging no place.

I ask myself,
why don't I speak?
Is it because,
I feel too weak?
What if I,
acted as friend?
Maybe this torture,
I could help end.

So many faces,
I see each day.
I could change it all,
everything today.
Fingerprints don't fade,
from lives that we touch.
Simple friendly words,
can do so much.
Playing the savior,
I'd help the lost souls,
help wandering ghosts,
create their new goals.

Shoot across the sky,
in a star of wonder show.
Be as strong as you can be.
Show me how your heart can glow.

Caterpillar delight,
open up your wings.
Dance across tomorrow,
a butterfly in new.
Can you hear a hope bell rings?

"We'll ring the bells that lead you home, cause the only truth I've ever known is that nothing ever hurts us more than love. So circle up your best of friends and we'll celebrate the way it ends. At least we live tonight." ~Ring The Bells by Satellite.

"We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love." ~ TWLOHA Story






© 2011 Kayla K


Author's Note

Kayla K
"Dear you,
You're hurting, aren't you? Maybe more than you've ever hurt before. It must feel like it is so hard to breathe, to get through the day, to act like you're not being torn apart.

I know my words can't take all of that away, but I just wanted to let you know that I care. I know that's hard to believe coming from me, a stranger, but I promise you it's true. I get it, and I care.

And you are not worthless. You are not alone. Someone somewhere loves you more than you can imagine. And you have so much good left to do in this world, so much to share, so much to see. I promise you, if you just hang on a little more, you'll see that it's worth it.

I know you're hurting, I know you feel lost and scared and that my words alone can't heal the hurt that you feel deep inside. But I'm here to tell you that it does get better and that there is always hope, sometimes it's just harder to find. But it is there, I promise you, it's there.

'Yours,
A survivor"

~ This quote is something I found on Tumblr. Even if it's not all my words, everything is true. I get it. I care. We are powerful despite our injuries.

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I feel that this is one of your best. I just watched a movie called "That's What I Am" and it's about bullying and prejudice and the works, and it inspired me to write two poems that I'm about to start working on. This one is great because you're not only talking about how one "labeled individual" feels, you're bringing in a lot of different types of people and letting other's know that they're not alone in the way they feel. "Being someone you're not is a waste of the person you are." This is beautiful and it's going into my favorites.

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A true note here. Words alone cannot change someone. The actions and faith need to be held onto to, to begin healing. I like how you put the effort and time to write inspiring and helpful poems. We all need someone to lean on sometimes.

Posted 11 Years Ago


"Sitting alone, he stares at the wall. Sitting alone, he feels much too small."
I could relate to this pome in SO! many ways. Depprsion have consumed my life for 4 years beacause my life was so same to this. But there is allways hope to live, an love the life that we live in. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


We are all who we are. There is only one of each of us, and so embrace it. Ignore the fools who think blowing out someoone elses candle will make thiers burn brighter. Its better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for who you are not. And if you can hold your head up it only shows how strong you really are, even if most people dont see it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Sitting alone, he stares at the wall.
Sitting alone, he feels much too small.

very well put

Posted 11 Years Ago


I found myself in tears through part of this poem. You have covered so many outlooks and so many judgments that can be avoided. You show how we can help if only we spoke out on others behalf, but we don't. We leave them to face the struggle alone. I related to more than one stanza in this poem, but it is not why I am favoring it. I am favoring it because it is the God honest truth. Not many have the courage to put it out in the open.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mr. President,
became Sir Loser.
Criticize his looks,
but I hope you know,
he hears chitter chatter.
His popularity,
left with the wind.
But no one knows why.
He lately has not sinned.
A grimace on his face,
belonging no place.

i love this in general this has a strong message and i can relate to tit so much thank you for the poem well it helped me i bet many people out there would thank you too

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel that this is one of your best. I just watched a movie called "That's What I Am" and it's about bullying and prejudice and the works, and it inspired me to write two poems that I'm about to start working on. This one is great because you're not only talking about how one "labeled individual" feels, you're bringing in a lot of different types of people and letting other's know that they're not alone in the way they feel. "Being someone you're not is a waste of the person you are." This is beautiful and it's going into my favorites.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow I almost started crying this poem is so sad and heartbreaking but the way its formed is beautiful! I love the repetition and your words speak the truth and just wow this is amazing! :D

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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