I'm waaaay too lazy to actually put all them into separate notes, so here's ALL of em! and wow....i forgot how good some of these are! ^^


Empty
By Alana Frenkel

A hole.
Is empty.
As is my heart.
Empty.

Controlling all emotions,
I try to stay calm,
But my heart won't allow it.

Being strong, I don't cry,
With a very familiar face.
It looks like me, but it really doesn't.
Having the real me shattered, a newborn shell that wants to,
Break.

I fight it inside,
Always have tried,
With a deeper feeling about things,
Thinking about the world.

I cry because I am,
A hole in my heart.
I am,
Empty.


next one's one of my best!!!!! seriously!


Crash
By Alana Frenkel

I fall,
Into the dark blue abyss called the ocean,
Getting swallowed by its currents.

Crash! Boom! Swish!
I'm free from everything.
Every worry, every blame,
Gone.

I don't know how to explain,
Relentless feeling of joy,
Nothing with me anymore,
My soul free from my body.

As my mind rushes with the thought of death,
I crash and fall,
And think what good this brought.
And I know it brought,
Nothing.




Me, Myself, and I
By: Alana Frenkel

Me, Myself, and I.
Three of the same, yet different.
I ponder,
They go with me.

By myself,
I always ponder.
Ponder,
At what the world does, how it reacts, what it does.

Me, myself, and I.
Me thinks,
I feel.
And yet…
Another lies ahead.

You, we they,
Roaming with me, myself, and I.
A never ending chain.

I wonder, why I feel so dead,
Why no one stays with me,
Why I'm always by myself.
Be different, live a perfect life.
While everyone else watches,
Watches me pass by.
Me, myself, and I.




I Disappear
By: Alana Frenkel

I disappear for many things.
Nervousness, embarrassment, shame, absentmindedness.
I cannot stop it when it happens.
It takes over,
And I am no more.
Please bring me back.

I fear,
That I have to go,
With no one to love,
No one to keep me living.
No one.

So I sob,
With no shoulder to cry on,
No one to talk to.
So I sob,
Right before I go,
And then I fear,
I disappear.


hehe, next one i wrote in spanish class ^^ go sra. friedman!


Nations
By: Alana Frenkel

War is unnecessary, yet needed.
To win and conquer.
They are fought by nations.

A war is going on,
In my body.
The rushing and fighting,
Breaking down and falling apart.

Confused,
I don't know what to do,
Where I am,
Where to go,
Help! I give the white flag!
War is needed to help me grow, heal, survive,
Although all I want to do is die.
I'm fighting off all of the nations.


hehe, next one's soo emo! i had a bad year last year...


Life
By: Alana Frenkel

Life is poo.
That sticks and sticks,
And never lets go until…
You die.

Depression, injuries, lost loves, ad so on.
They make life hard.
But people don't think anything of it,
Try to avoid them but fail.

When people try the seemingly endless game,
They strive to win.
I don't think I am a person.
Not because I don't strive to win,
But no matter how hard I try,
I fail.
Horribly.
Over and over.

But finally, when all else comes apart,
They help me be free.
And I feel joy for once,
For I won at,
None other than,
Life.




Happiness
By: Alana Frenkel

Happiness will never come.
But for some, it tends to come,
More often than not.

I am not that some.
For I am quite the contrary.
I, and the pitiful few,
Never feel it.
Never felt it.
Strive to one day know, what it feels,
To be, happy.

As my pain in my heart grows ever stronger,
I think to myself,
"Why me? Why life? Why strive for happiness?"
But then it hits,
Like a painful blow,
That I am not on earth.
Not anymore.

After the pain I look up,
And don't see sky,
But heavens.
Then at last I finally feel,
The thing that I had strived for in the other life,
The thing I wanted most,
Happiness.


OMG I LOVE THIS NEXT ONE! so did my 7th grade english teacher!


Snowflakes
By: Alana Frenkel

I call out and flail.
I run.
I fall inside,
For there I am, dead.
Right in front of my own eyes.

Then, I look outside,
And see a white sky, a white earth.
The world is PERFECT.

A sad thought,
I run to my lifeless cold body.
And I feel warm again.
Heat goes through my body, through my veins,
And I see the world from what was just before a lifeless soul.

The world is still perfect,
Time slowing down to exaggerate the atmosphere.
I smile and cry, not sad tears, but tears of relief,
For I have made it through death yet another time.
I pray that next morning, that the world stays perfect,
That the sun comes up,
That the warmth instills my body once again,
That all I do is smile and cry tears of relief.
Because the world as I saw it,
Over and over again was filled with,
Snowflakes.


next one, i don't even know why or how i wrote it.....it's really bad, too. i give you permission to skip this one ^^


Sex
By: Alana Frenkel

Sex is a very glorious thing.
Gives us pleasure, gives way to new life,
The only bad thing is if the pleasure is unwanted,
If the life wasn't expected.
We humans, panic.
Think "What now? What do I do?"
We just, stop.
Thinking, hoping, come to drastic measures.
Maybe even end a life.
But after all,
Pleasure doesn't come without consequences.




Air
By: Alana Frenkel

Air.
You can breathe it, smell it, awaken to it, even float on it.
We take it for granted.
With love, peace, and hope.

Always circling round and round our heads and bodies,
It loves to taunt us with its abundance.
What would we be like without air?
DEAD.

A thousand birds falling from the sky,
The world trembling at the disaster.
But you were the only one that survived.
The strongest one of them all.




Circles
By: Alana Frenkel

Circles are round,
Go on forever,
To go round and round and round until all else ends.
They represent many things.
Love,
Life,
Friendship,
Harmony,
The world.
We may not think much of it, but circles make up humans.
Create the basics of who we are,
Tell us who to marry,
Pick out the perfect friend.
Circles make up the world.




HELP
By: Alana Frenkel

HELP!
I'm in the corner, going fast,
I need help.
Come for me and call out my name,
Bring me back.

Thank god you saved me,
My soul restored,
My heart pumping once again.

I hope that you will be there whenever I,
Stop breathing,
Turn around,
Do something stupid.
For if you don't, then I then again will need,
Help.




Locked in the closet
By: Alana Frenkel

Locked in the closet,
I sit vulnerable, fearful, helpless.
Let me out!

I try and try,
And fail again.
My fists beating at the door until I pass out.
Trying to break free.

You let me out,
But when I awake I find myself,
Locked in the closet, once again.




The Earth
By: Alana Frenkel

The Earth is a very, very big thing.
Controls all life,
Holds the most glorious wonders.
The Earth,
Has disasters, disease, dying,
But is still a wonder in itself.
How do we survive so long?
In a world with war, with hunger, with forgotten loves.
We all survive, and hold on strong.
We thrive,
Not because we are strong,
But because we are oblivious to the fact,
That the Earth isn't going to be here forever.




Anger
By: Alana Frenkel

Anger,
One of the most horrible, dangerous sins.
Makes people throw, hit, thrash, yell,
Even KILL.

I try to stop the rage inside,
Fire burning in my eyes.
I try to stop it,
But it comes back, again and again.

Anger hurts.
No matter who it is on.
Whenever it comes,
People run from me.
Because they know that I am,
Feeling one of the most dangerous sins,
ANGER.


next one's a sweet one! for all those i love with all my heart


Friendship
By: Alana Frenkel

Friendship is a virtue.
A virtue that can heal wounds,
Can save lives,
Can even last a lifetime.

Friendship can be shown in many ways.
A friendly hug,
A bracelet, necklace, ring.

Friends may not be real, but can sure be trustworthy.
Why, the perfect friend is always with us.
In our thoughts, right by our side.
They do so much.

They helped me up, and I give back,
To grow old and sit in rocking chairs,
To talk and reminisce,
To laugh forever.
That is the perfect friendship.


for all those who deep, deep down, love their 'rents


Parents are a wonder of nature
By: Alana Frenkel

Parents,
Doing the best for you.
They try to calm you down, nurture you.
You know they have "best interest",
But you don't want to hear it.

You know they love you,
But you don't say it back.
Although they wait all day for those three simple words,
They never depart from your lips.

Please make them happy,
They fill you with joy,
Sometimes.
And help you up,
Take care of you,
Help with your homework.

Amazing,
How they always fight,
For a hug, a kiss, a chance to talk to you.
I turn away, although I shouldn't.
Oh, how I wish to say those three words.
To give them a hug, a kiss, a chance to talk.
I know they know, how much I care,
Or at least I hope.

I've always wondered,
How they try and try again,
How they persevere,
Parents truly are,
Wonders of nature.




Humans
By: Alana Frenkel

Humans,
The supposed "model of God."
Hah, I laugh at the thought.

The mistakes we make, the wars we cause, the things we do.
So evil, some will never change.
We kill, we have "guilty pleasures," we do things we shouldn't,
Those are what humans are,
IMPERFECTIONS.
Not perfections, for we will never change our ways.
To kill, to die, to wage war, to make diseases.

The one day that humans will be perfections is in heaven,
When we all die and feel free.




Harvest Season
By: Alana Frenkel

Harvest season is a season where all the crops die.
They get taken out, plucked on the table, and eaten.
Some are more useful than others, and some are just glad to be out of the soil.

People are the same, but no one cares to pay attention.
We die, some are happy to, some are sad to be eaten up by the world.
We help our world,
Destroy it.
Feed it life,
Destroy many.
We must try and save the harvest season.


uhhh, yeah...haven't commented on a poem in a while, so.....HI!!!!


Emotions
By: Alana Frenkel

Emotions are pent up inside me,
A volcano getting ready to explode.
I can't keep them in.

Every day, I wait and wait,
For all of them to go away.
They never do.

People around me are helping me suffer,
Putting all of theirs on me,
Squeezing and squeezing, they don't even realize what they're doing to me.
I am, and always have been,
The teddy bear that's missing an eye,
The balloon about to burst,
The person with way too many emotions.


this one is so true...


Fake beauty doesn't come without a price
By: Alana Frenkel

Beauty,
An easy thing to come upon, but very hard to gain.
People envy it.
I know it has a price though.

The people who are really themselves thrive,
The others, don't.
They try to perfect one's body,
And then, everything else.

I thrive for perfection in other things,
Work, Drawing,
Even writing poetry.
I don't care what people think.
In my mind,
That is the REAL beauty.




Excited
By: Alana Frenkel

Excited,
To eat, to visit friends, to sleep.
Sometimes an unexpected emotion.

Everyone around me is excited for something,
Me for something else.
I am excited for my life,
To get better, to change, to lift me up.
Hoping it will all happen soon.

Excited,
For my friends to protect me,
For getting a good grade in science class,
I am excited, for my dreams to come true,
No matter how hard they may be.




The Ocean
By: Alana Frenkel

The ocean is a wondrous body,
It currents swarming with creatures.
The freedom's vibes extending all the way to the coast.

It makes me happy, to see all of them in harmony,
Gliding and coasting through the water,
Like a knife through soft bread.

I envy them,
For they have water with them always,
But they envy me,
For I am always on the land.
Oh if I ever see them in person,
I will no longer need to stress.


next one's ACTUALLY RHYMING!!! *gasp* yay!


Trees
By: Alana Frenkel

Trees,
Sway in the breeze with their leaves.
They try and flee,
But they can't be free,
Because they are stuck to the ground.

They help us breathe,
And then we see,
How important they really are.

Trees,
Are helping the birds and the bees,
By letting them sleep,
On their branches,
And in their leaves.
Trees are the bee's knees.




Hatred
By: Alana Frenkel

Hatred,
An emotion that comes all to often,
For me anyway.
I feel doomed,
That one day I will show all of the hatred,
And hurt the ones I love.

For everyone, they know what I feel,
And they think they understand,
But they don't.
They all don't know a thing about me.
My feelings towards them,
How I really feel,
My mind a hard key slot to pick.

I hate many people,
In secret, for a chance to be normal,
For my chance to blend in,
For that is what I wanted to do all along.


this one's a keeper! ^^


English
By: Alana Frenkel

English is a complicated language.
Confusing,
Hard to explain,
Useless.

Love is the only language that is heard,
Throughout the world,
I need to discover that language.
For I understand English well,
But would like to learn another.

The international language of energy is another.
Shows expression,
How you feel,
What you've been doing.
I know that language,
For it helps me with animals.

I must learn another language,
For English is boring,
And I need to leave.


should have expected this one sometime...


Dogs
By: Alana Frenkel

Dogs,
My one source of happiness.
Furry, fluffy, obedient bundles of joy.

Dogs are so different from humans,
Yet so similar.
They try to interpret signs,
They read energy and language.

They have all 5 senses,
Some more inclined than ours.
They can tell our emotions from energy.
That is their 6th sense.

I want to hug dogs all day,
For they know me well,
And I understand them, too.




Heaven
By: Alana Frenkel

Heaven is a place on Earth,
It sits next to us, while we sit there, oblivious.
Heaven is the place we hold closest.

Your heaven could be a café you always rested at,
Your favorite friends house,
Or just sitting in bed with your teddy bear.
That is where you go when you die.

Sometimes in my bed,
Sometimes in the living room.
I love to think of heaven and know,
That it is always that parallel universe next to us,
Always sitting,
Waiting for us to go.

The time is not right for me though,
And I know,
Because I have all I ever wanted.
Fun, family, friends, loves.
For heaven will not get to me this time.




Gallery
By: Alana Frenkel

A gallery holds many pictures,
So does our minds.

I see all of life's experiences,
All that God throws at me.
I sit and wait,
And look at all of the new masterpieces.

In my gallery there are many, many pictures.
Some are beautiful,
Some are not.
But I know that that gallery is worth a fortune.
Because in that gallery,
Is me.




Greatness
By: Alana Frenkel

Greatness comes to many,
And not only in one way.
It can come from talent, looks, power, even practice.

Some even have them all,
Those people are the ones we love,
Writers, weathermen, psychologists, guitarists.
Singers, dancers, actresses, and much more to come.

Even if you don't think you have any greatness,
You do, for we all do,
Deep inside, we all do something,
Great.




Names
By: Alana Frenkel

Names are a way to identify,
They help us know one from the other.
Some cannot remember,
Some only know from that.

I am good with faces,
For names don't mean a thing,
Compared to the energy and feelings you have.
For that one special someone,
And that one special friend.

My friends are good with names,
For some don't care about feelings,
But rather the opposite.
But I will always look underneath,
At the things underneath names,
Personality.


this one's alright....haven't commented in a while again....i like pie, bitches!


Ideas
By: Alana Frenkel

All things written down,
Started in the mind.
Those that started in the mind,
Are ideas.

I have ideas all the time,
They pour into my head,
All I can do is hope that I write them down,
For if I don't, my mind goes blank.

All I do is sit,
Sit and think when I have nothing to say,
But I usually do.
I just sit and think,
When I want to say something, but know I can't open my mouth for the truth.

The ideas stop me from achieving,
And yet…
They help me think,
Clear my mind of all thoughts,
And give me connections I hadn't seen before.
My ideas are my gifts to the world.


SHORT STORY TIME!!!!


The short story of DOOM!!!
By: Alana Frenkel

Hi, my name is Jimmy. You're probably thinking that for such an ordinary name comes from an ordinary person. And, if you said that, you'd be right. My father had named me when I was 2, not a newborn. My father's name just so happens to be an even more ordinary name, Bob. Like I said, I am definitely not normal.

My horrible day all started on, well, the beginning of the day or early Monday morning. It had been the first day of school after the long vacation. Everyone else wanted to stay home, but I actually wanted to go to school. I know, amazing. But the reason is that we had taken a HUGE exam before the vacation and I was very anxious to know what I got.

At my school, William Henry High School (I'm 16 by the way), I am usually called the "genius kid." I don't think so. But, one kid doesn't really call me that at all. He prefers "butthead."

"Hey butthead, what's crackalackin'? Ready for your regular after-vacation buttkickin'?" He would shout out from the other side of the hall. His name's Smith, and he is just about your average bully; mean, tall, fat, older than everyone else (I wonder why?), and of course, low self-esteem.

"Couldn't you wait until after school, Smith? I have to get to class," I proclaimed, trying to reason with him

"Hmmm…let me think…NAH!!!" He chuckled defiantly right before BAM!!! I go head-first into my locker. I guess I tried, but reasoning never helped with "The Monster."

After that ordeal, I had gone to class with an already starting to darken eye and a bruise on my neck. Everyone stared at the once-again battered "genius." I thought to myself, Finally that test grade! I hope I did well… my wish hadn't really come true. I had gotten an F on my exam. My very first F. why did it have to come now?

Anyway, after that breakdown of hot tears and bruising and being late for school, all else had gone normal for the most part during the school day. But, as I was waiting for my mom to come pick me up, RING RING RING! Went my cell phone. As I looked at the caller ID, I knew my day had worsened once again. It was my mom, and she said I had to walk the mile and a half home, so, I started walking. Nothing more can happen, right? Wrong. It had started pouring, so I knew I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my backpack into the field, went on my knees, and looked up at the Big Man.
"Why do you have to pick on Jimmy Pick today of all days? Why now?"

THE END

by the way, the drawing for the picture prompt was a crudely drawn person on their knees in the rain.


alas, another poem...


Diamonds
By: Alana Frenkel

Some people say diamonds are forever,
But they are just symbols for all things.
Love,
Birthdays,
Showmanship.

Diamonds show nothing to me.
They are just diamonds.
Nothing more.

I see them everywhere,
And think,
"Why use something other than your feelings to express?"
That is why I feel that diamonds are not worth the price.




Lying
By: Alana Frenkel

Lying is a complicated thing.
Addicting, pushing, screaming.
Why do we all do it?

I am the person that is ALWAYS lying.
No stopping me when I start,
Uncontrollable,
Doesn't get anyone ANYWHERE.

People's lying, the swarms of bees,
Surrounding my life,
It needs to stop.
So I'll try,
So ever hard to stop,
Lying.




Vocabulary
By: Alana Frenkel

In the current day,
Vocabulary means nothing.
We use it casually,
Without praise.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
Antidisestablishmentarianism,
Botulism.
The words that mean the littlest things,
Are now big words?
Why?

I read and read to gain vocabulary,
And I gain so very much,
Because reading is important,
For those of us who care,
About vocabulary.




That person standing in the mirror
By: Alana Frenkel

That person in the mirror,
Isn't really there.
The real body where you can't see…
Inside their heart.

Few people see that real face,
The mask clinging tight to the face that isn't theirs.
The person tries to reveal the real face,
But the mask is so firm, no hand can pull it from the skin.
The mask, the mask,
Help it come loose.

Only the real love can see the true me.
The mirror is in the way,
Having me look down when the world comes a knockin'.
The glare is keeping me from seeing.




Copycat
By: Alana Frenkel

The copycat,
Someone that always follows.
That special friend,
Your next-door neighbor,
Or maybe someone from afar.

The person lurking,
Stalking,
Looking for a thing to copy.
They look down on those whom they do,
And pity themselves.
I pity them.

Oh, the pity I see,
When someone pities me,
For I have it all.
Those copycats won't get me,
Because there is nothing they haven't already copied.


VAMPIRE POEM


Fresh Blood
By: Alana Frenkel

Fresh blood is the taste all bloodsuckers love to drink.
They come out at night and stalk,
Drink,
Quench thirst.

The vampires are all round,
Waiting for the prey they beseech upon.
I wish I could live forever.

The night is calling,
I never sleep,
Toying with the minds that come close.
The fun never stops with being a vampire.


PHILOSOPHICAL POEM!!!!


What does the world want from us?
By: Alana Frenkel

The world loves to tempt us.
Show us fame, fortune, loves, lust.
Not many people can beat those games,
Little tokens of the world's "appreciation."

I'd like to think that the world wants two things from us.
Hard work and to have our education.
The world doesn't care about those "little" things.
Cars, jewelry, houses, five dogs.
Those we have to earn on our own.
The brownie points will help you.

I will get those brownie points,
For I am,
Hardworking,
Intelligent,
And much, much more.
So I know what the world wants.
It wants us to be good people after all.




Fading feelings
By: Alana Frenkel

Apathetic,
Falling,
Flying,
All the same to me.
The fading feelings confusing me.

The happiness,
The glee,
The pain.
All mixed in with the thoughts I have.

The flashes of lightning don't faze me,
The warmth of the air invisible.
Please, just please,
Give me my feelings back.


NOTHER VAMPIRE POEM!!!!!! i got bored hehe ^^


The Coffin Is Waiting
By: Alana Frenkel

The coffin is waiting for you,
You know who you are.
For it is not me,
But the devil himself.

The hats go off,
To the precious winner,
Of the glorious prize of dying.
I feel my pain go to them,
And then feel dismay,
For I should not feel anything at all,
Not for them.

Dreary customers to your side,
Wearing my favorite color,
Wave goodbye to the final sighting of you.
The corpse with the dry blood,
I bid you adieu,
For I know who the coffin awaits next.


*gasp* here's a sweet one, folks


That Special Someone
By: Alana Frenkel

That special someone,
Will always be in your heart.
Whether it's that special friend,
That neighbor who you've known all your life,
Or the one who's been on your mind since kindergarten.

We will never forget,
Their sweet face,
Their smile,
Their friendly hug,
Their gestures to help.

My special someone I will never forget,
But who it is,
The world will never know.
I will leave that,
To your imagination.


kinda emo, but otherwise, it's alright ^^


The Love-sucking Machine
By: Alana Frenkel

The love-sucking machine,
Haunts us all,
Waiting for that right moment,
To strike and break our hearts into a million pieces.

It loves to come without warning,
To prey on the unsuspecting souls and vulnerable hearts.

The loved ones get crushed,
As does their hearts,
And then their souls tear in two.
They are never seen again.
At least as who they once were.

The love-sucking machine will always get me,
The unsuspecting soul,
The ever-vulnerable heart,
The in-the-moment gal,
To break to pieces.
With the ever-changing personalities.
I will become a long time from now,
What has always been revered,
Feared,
The love-sucking machine.




The World is Watching You
By: Alana Frenkel

The world is watching you,
At your most private of moments.
When you sleep,
When you wake,
When you brush your teeth,
Even when you don't want anyone else to see.

When you lie,
The world never forgets.
When you sink,
The world never forgets.
When you die,
The world thinks of you as dead.

Atlas,
The god that holds all of the world up,
Holds me up as well.
Not because I stand on the world,
But because I am always the stable, stoic being.


next one's one of my favs.....pretty emo though, thou hast been warned!!!! also a bit long, maybe a page


Please Don't Shoot!!!
By: Alana Frenkel

Please don't shoot!!!
I beg,
And plead.
He doesn't seem to listen.

I cry,
And sob,
And fear,
That I will not survive this bloodcurdling night.

The gun,
Is at my head,
My heart,
Moving as fast as a racecar.
The booming won't stop.

He shoots,
And scores,
With the pigeon outside.
I'm afraid I'm the next guinea pig.

The phone is calling me,
Screaming in my ear to pick it up.
I know,
That if I do pick that screaming phone up,
That I have no chance.

He pulls the trigger one more time,
And I flinch nonetheless,
To see another innocent animal die,
It kills me more than the bullet would.

"Please I have a good life; you do too!"
He doesn't hear me.
I finally sit down,
And think what I have left,
And I know that if I survive,
That I will be,
Stronger, faster,
Brighter, wiser.
I will be a new me.


kinda weird, but w/e


The Perfect Boyfriend
By: Alana Frenkel

The perfect boyfriend.
Three words,
Almost impossible to find.
Many have different opinions,
But I might have an idea.
Reliable, trustworthy.
Shows public affection, gives you gifts often.
And obviously,
Tall, dark and handsome.

If you have hope that you will encounter such a being,
Then you have a bad soul.
Because as that might be what you want now,
The real perfect person might be,
Bald, short, geeky, cheap, or any of the sort.
And although these traits aren't admirable,
Their smile,
Kiss,
Voice,
Makes you melt.

However someone may put it,
Boy, girl, whatever,
That real perfection,
Might the one that,
Stares at your beauty from afar,
Is the one you least expect,
Or maybe even someone you do expect.

Either way,
Your mind should be open to,
Possibilities.




Dismantled dolls
By: Alana Frenkel

The dismantled dolls,
Put away from their pedestals.
Feeling unnatural,
Unseen.

One of the heads is cut off,
The other the hair off center.
They make my heart weep to see them dying.

The more I cry,
The more I gain,
From seeing their deaths.
The more I see them,
The more it pains me.
The dismantled dolls are breaking my heart.


this one's so sad, yet so true...geez, i really did have a bad 8th grade...


Incomplete
By: Alana Frenkel

Incomplete,
Something missing,
I feel it is my heart.

A piece is mended,
After every misery,
Every heartbreak.
It seems to keep breaking.

The shattered pieces all over my body,
I lay there motionless,
Waiting for my heart to mend, once again.
The continuous strain isn't worth it.

The more I mend,
The more my heart breaks when I lose love yet again.
The sobbing indefinite,
The hatred indefinite,
The misery lasting forever.

My broken heart will never mend,
From all of the torture it has been through.
My broken heart will never mend,
From all the stress it is put upon.

So please help this broken heart,
For it needs surgery.
Major surgery,
To heal unbreakable wounds,
Unchangeable loves,
Unchangeable ways.
My heart is incomplete,
And will never be the same.


this one's sweet....


Home alone
By: Alana Frenkel

I'm home alone,
With nothing to do.
No one around me.
I need your comfort,
Company,
Support.

I'm scared,
That something will happen.
I'm scared,
That someone will come without me knowing.
I do not want anything bad.

The parents away,
My brother gone,
It's just me and my lonesome self with my lonely, neglected guitar.
I need to play him.

I need to think,
Of no one but you,
For if I don't,
Then I will shiver,
Toss, Turn, Twitch.
I play a song,
And think of you.
And me being home alone is not so bad.


this one is for all those people that hated mr. tarquinio last year...ugh...


The Megaphone
By: Alana Frenkel

The megaphone is blowing in my ear,
When I am the one in need of it.
No one can hear me,
No one can see me.
It would help at least one.

The megaphone is hard to find,
The searching never stops.
I need to find it,
And once I start to lose hope,
It just happens to appear…
Everywhere.

Made to amplify my voice,
The megaphone will help my voice.
I do not need to worry anymore because of many reasons.
My love has been proclaimed,
My message is heard,
All thanks to the megaphone.


many shall relate to this....very very cool one ^^


The Pain I Go Through for You
By: Alana Frenkel

Oh, The pain I go through,
All for you.

I settle down,
And cry.
For once I'm through with you,
I'm really through.

I help you up when I'm down too,
I take the time when I have none to spare.
I watch you from afar,
To make sure that you're okay.
I'm nervous when you're nervous,
I let you cry on my shoulder.
I go out of my way,
Just for you.

I do all of these things,
Because I have a deep care.
I know,
That I will have you,
One day.

One lonesome night.
I will cradle you in my arms,
Give you a tender kiss on the lips,
Settle down and live.
Right in the nice countryside.
Because you know,
That I have always,
Loved you oh so dearly.

So no matter what,
I will always go through the pain,
Help you up,
Go wherever you plead,
Be your lucky savior.
I will endure,
No matter what.


me likies this one!!!! kinda humorous, too


The Inspiration
By: Alana Frenkel

The inspiration of all,
Helping those who need go round.
Those inspirations help me,
To go through those tough times.

All of my inspirations unexpected,
They show up in my life,
And bring me another challenge.
Love, lust, lost friendships.

The challenges might be horrible,
Hard,
Impossible to complete.
And yet…
I try my hardest more and more each time.

I always succeed,
Whether I did it my own way,
Or whether it just took a lifetime.
I always do the dirty deed,
And succeed.


this one, the last one, and the one waaaay back in the single digits i wrote in spanish class! yaya to boredom!!!! ^^


Look
By: Alana Frenkel

Everyone has heard of the saying,
Look before you leap.
But no one ever follows it.

I always go on impulse,
Get in trouble with my actions.
No matter what the trouble may be,
I sit and think,
Fix my mistakes,
And move on.

All of my friends go on impulse with me,
And I always feel the guilt.
The guilt of having failed your friends,
The guilt of having then in trouble with you.

I feel the glory when I don't get caught.
I flaunt it,
For I know that in a short time,
I will get caught.
I never stay untroubled for long.

I will hopefully learn,
Of the saying look before you leap,
For if I don't,
Then I'm afraid,
That I will never learn.

Never leap,
Never go ahead.
I will never be the same,
The bold, outgoing person I once was.

From now on,
I will look before I leap.


oopsy, this one too! ^^


Proof
By: Alana Frenkel

Proof,
The one main thing that a person needs,
In order to back up what they believe.

You do not have proof,
That I love you.
You do not have proof,
That I need you.
I know that you already know,
But I will never,
Spill my soul,
Try to kiss, hug, hold you,
At least not until I have the chance.

Some people have already guessed my feelings for you.
They say they have what they need in order to accuse,
But I know that I am the one with all of,
The Proof.


this one's really long, and has a lot of meaning to me. i wrote it in a state of depression, and a lot of the people that will/are read/ing this will understand how i feel.


Doors
By: Alana Frenkel

After one door opens, another one awaits,
After one heartbreak, there will always be another.
That boy down the street,
That girl next door,
Anyone that you might just,
Fall in love with.

No other people's business but yourself,
But some feel a need to tell,
A pull on their heart telling them,
"Scream it to the world! I love you!"

And sometimes,
When you spill your heart,
Tell the world even the same person,
Things can go wrong.

The heart breaks,
Because of a stupid comment,
Your face flushes,
When they say "no thanks."
The hurt, the pain,
Of that little word "no."

Some sit and cry,
Some prefer gallons of nice soft serve,
Some just think and forget.
Others strive for a different thing.
They strive for hope,
That one slight chance that the time will come,
When they love you back,
When they say "I do."

Then that once inconsolable person is now.
The happy,
Loved,
Love-struck person you once were.
Long before that heartbroken person knew who they were.

I have hope,
That the time will come.
I have hope,
That I will say "I do,"
Be the luckiest person on Earth,
Yet again.

No matter how long it takes,
No matter how many times,
That I have to say "I love you" to the world,
I will try.
Not only because I do love you,
But because the world will take its place,
And help me along the way.

So I have hope,
Because I know,
That we were meant to be.




Grapefruit
By: Alana Frenkel

Grapefruit,
Salty,
Sour,
Sweet.

Some think the taste too distinguished,
Some love the contrasts on the palate.
The child's innocence brings them to taint that delicious fruit.
Sugar, salt, anything unnatural to it.

Once the personality grows and the immaturity fades,
The want for the grapefruit grows even more.
The sour and sweet taste, the tantalizing aroma.
Only the adults really know what it tastes like.


this next one is like, one of my all-time favorite poems of all time. and i wrote it. hehe *conceited*


Over the Rainbow
By: Alana Frenkel

Over the rainbow,
The child stands,
Looking at the huge cauldron, the gold's iridescent glow.
They have it all.

The sudden change of heart,
When a friend doesn't share their juice box.
The sudden cry on pain,
When they get a scrape on the knee.
A lot of worries,
About whether they want a pony or puppy.

All of their worries quickly melt,
And go into the puddle,
Of adolescence and adulthood,
Waiting for a chance to strike.

The carefree angels flying away,
All else envy their thoughts of nothing but fun.
When suddenly…

Adolescence strikes them until their skin peels off.
It bashing their thoughts,
Shoving them to fall to peer pressure,
Giving them less and less false hope until it all evaporates.
The cloud of darkness lurking closer to their heads,
When then, it turns to thick fog.

Oh, how I wish I still had,
The innocence of childhood,
The lingering of the happiness,
The sense of having no troubles.
Boy how I wish to be,
Over the rainbow again.


bit emo...


Wasted time
By: Alana Frenkel

Wasted time,
Fighting for your love.
Wasted time,
Showing you my infatuation.

I should have known,
That the whole time it would just be a lie,
A lie more gruesome than I had experienced.
To make me cry myself to sleep,
To make me shake and shiver.
Succumb to the pain I was feeling.

I now know though,
That I should have just waited.
Waited for you to come to me,
The person waiting for the dog to catch their scent.

I now know,
The meaning of love,
The meaning of heartbreak,
The meaning of waiting.

The newest loves,
The newest heartbreaks,
Has me learn more and more,
As all of the wasted time goes by.




Catching the Blown-Away Kiss
By: Alana Frenkel

Catching the blown-away kiss,
I have a chance,
For I run and search for all that I can find.

The rejection,
The love and lust,
The hate.
I've seen it all,
Heard it all,
Experienced it all,
From them.

Catching the blown-away kiss,
i wait for them to show me how they feel,
To walk up,
To fall into my grasp,
Once again.

Friendship brings me closer,
But all i want is to come the closest i can get.
Feel their breath on my neck and shoulders,
Their heartbeat on my chest,
Their tender warmth on my body,
Even the smell of their shampoo.

Awe-struck when they don't turn around,
My heart stops beating,
And the gallon of ice cream awaits.
For, I have caught the blown-away kiss,
And I know,
That I will never see that same kiss again.


bit rusty writing the next few, it had been a few months.


Breaking Down
By: Alana Frenkel

I'm breaking down,
Skin oozing off my fatty tissue.
My mind scattered,
And yet compact.

The feelings of them,
The rush I get,
They make me feel whole,
But the melting caused by,
Nervousness,
Discomfort,
Dizziness.
The true feelings of passion.

The feelings should not be stopped,
For they are natural,
But the true relationship if stopped or rushed,
Can make one lose their mind.


i wrote this one in the middle of a very, very bad relationship....


Rushed
By: Alana Frenkel

I feel rushed,
Flushed,
Nervous.

The relationship too fast,
The chemistry perfect,
The connection clear,
And yet…

Too fast,
Scenarios racing in my head,
I can't think of anything good.
Getting mad,
Upset,
Worried,
Breaking up being the worst of all.

I feel uncomfortable,
In my skin,
Hiding in a corner underneath my fake face.
I need to go out in the open.

I cannot,
Just cannot,
Include myself in the group.
For if I do then it would be,
Rushed.




What the World would be like…
By: Alana Frenkel

Oh, what the world would be like…
If we all got along,
If we all loved each other,
If we all gave people a chance to live their lives through.

The world should be like that,
For then I would have everything I needed.
Friends,
All of my family,
The love for my life,
Even a life of traveling and enjoyment.

I wish the world would be like that,
Because then I would be very happy.
I would never wish I were dead,
In pain,
Invisible.
Never wish for anything because I would have it all.

The world,
If like that perfect world,
Would not be perfect, though.
For however hard people will try,
Nothing,
No one,
No place,
Can be perfect.


I LOVE THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!@#$()#%#$@


Leaning
By: Alana Frenkel

Leaning on a person's shoulder,
Can do it all.
It can cheer you up,
Can make you feel loved,
Even stop a person from doing the unthinkable.

I lean on friends,
Some may lean on strangers,
But most people lean on just one person.
Most people,
Lean on me.

To give off one's anger, hurt, sadness on someone else,
Just bottles it up on the shoulder.
Makes it burst,
Eventually.

I always burst,
And people think it's a mystery why,
But not to me.
I have been leaned out.


short, but good


The Unloved Soul
By: Alana Frenkel

All of the unloved souls,
Sit in the corner,
Are left out of everything,
Don't know when they're happy or sad.

The unloved soul,
Fits the description of a vampire,
Dead and yet alive,
Floating in mid-air for all eternity.
The unloved soul,
Is me.




Fame and Fortune
By: Alana Frenkel

Fame and fortune,
May give off the image of happiness,
But really makes you hollow,
On the outside.

Most would want fame,
Or fortune,
And I do too,
But most don't know the outcome.
At least until it is too late.

I want to help the world,
Save some animals,
Be a good person.

I don't really need fame and fortune,
No one does,
But everyone thinks it's worth it.


i like this one ^^


Serious
By: Alana Frenkel

No one thinks you are serious,
When you say what you are about to do.
No one thinks you're serious,
When you are in need of help.

I am in need of help,
Not because I will die,
But everyone needs someone there for each other.
The help is a hug,
The advice is a kiss,
And the friendship is a lifetime.

I need to talk to someone else,
Away from my normal horde of people.
Get the chip off of my shoulder,
Without the opinions.

I am serious now,
When I say this:
We all need help in some way.


i like this one too!


Late
By: Alana frenkel

Late,
I stand waiting,
The clock's hands mocking me from afar.

Wanting,
Needing you,
My messages not received,
I am ignored.

You finally arrive,
On your time,
You beg and plead,
But it's too late.

It's too late,
To apologize,
It's too late,
To cheer me up,
It's way too late.

You know whining won't help you,
But you persist for your own reasons.
You wait for the door to open,
But it stays shut in your face.

We all know,
It was too late.


this one's a bit more recent, written beginning of october...


I wish…
By: Alana Frenkel

Cautious,
Wary,
Mind making sure to think of every possibility.
I wish,
I didn't have to worry so much.

Blinking,
Breathing,
Thinking,
You.
All are the things that keep me alive.
You may not think so,
But they are.

The brush of your soft lips to mine,
The connection I feel,
They are all real.

I hope I haven't fallen,
That I haven't tripped up the stairs called love,
But then again…
I wish I have.


i wrote this one after having a dream...kind of like sleepwriting.....OOOOOOO I'M A GHOOOSTTTT....not...


In the Light Of Those Shining Eyes
By: Alana Frenkel

In the light of those shining eyes,
I can sleep,
Eat,
Live,
With that ever-so-wonderful sense of security.

In their arms,
sound asleep,
their big browns blazing into my skull.
Their gaze neither harmful or pitiful,
all in good intentions.

I can feel the love,
not only in their gaze,
but in their touch,
their heartbeat,
their breath.

Every single drop of time,
I savor them with me,
and in the light of those shining eyes,
I never want time to stir.


this one, the last one, and the one before were all written on the same day. INSPIRATION, MUCH????!?!!!?!!?!


Dreams
By: Alana Frenkel

Dreams,
Are for imagination to run wild,
For the simple wish to come true,
For all being to let go.

Before I tuck myself in,
My thoughts run their wildest.
About my day,
About my life,
About how tomorrow may turn out.
But mostly,
It is of that one simple wish.

So dreaming for me is obsolete,
For all my wishes are thought in my head,
During school,
After school,
Late at night.
Because you see,
My dreams are reality.


I SOOO TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS NEXT POEM!!! I LOVE IT!!!!! ^^


It's Alright
By: Alana Frenkel

It's alright,
To hurt in all ways.
It's alright,
To push and push,
'Till you can't friggen' push no more.

Dragging behind,
Stabbing,
With turned backs that is,
Drama.
It's all good.

Lies,
Like masks,
To hide features of emotions.
Lies,
To cover up mistakes,
To accentuate one's bad features.

Lying, to me,
The best thing in the world.
Because this whole poem's been one.


this next one's amazing too.....


Free Hugs
By: Alana Frenkel

Free hugs,
Comfier than UGGs,
Keeping the cold hearts out,
Putting a band-aid on those long-foreboding wounds.
Stopping the crying,
Halting the jolts of pain,
I love free hugs.

There is also another type of hug.
Where you have to pay,
The tolls waiting,
Their guards down.
Sorry, can't let ya' pass,
Without my 25¢.

Those hugs are sent and received.
So is the pain.
I take the some away,
I get more.
I take some off me,
More comes knocking.
Most are used to it, though,
For we all know,
Free isn't really free at all.


this one is also sweet...and good....gosh, i'm good *conceited much, again* ^^


Just Visiting
By: Alana Frenkel

You say you're just visiting,
That it'll only be a few weeks,
'Till you're gone forever.
I say,
You stay.

Can't get enough,
Of your soul,
They make things not so rough,
My wishing never stops.

During the night,
I see you in my mind,
Picture those eyes, those magnificent eyes,
Held back by frames of gold.

Then I picture the future,
Knowing,
That we are one in the same with our habits.
So I know you say visiting is all it takes,
But I know,
That all you ever wished for was to stay.


this one written on the same day as the one before it, too


Forests
By: Alana Frenkel

We live in a big forest.
The forest with lakes of tears,
Of trees with arms,
Suns with emotions,
Animals with being.

Just like worlds,
Our forest has continents,
One for each person.
Different concepts,
Different striking views,
All are unique, as we are,
Surrounded by nature in the process.

Comforting thoughts fill the air,
Along with the lives and deaths of others,
Just another setback,
In the forest of the universe.


do NOT let the title of this next one fool you...it is quite dark. and btw, the next two after this were written the same day, also. like a week after the last ones. yeah, poetic mood, much? hehe


The Sunshine Poem
By: Alana Frenkel

Sunshine,
Bright, colorful, peaceful.
I always watch the sun set.

I wait and wait,
For the colors to change.
From pink to yellow to orange,
From purple to blue,
And finally,
To the black of night.

My favorite color dark,
All are mislead to think,
We are one in the same.
Thankfully,
They are.

So I wait for the sun to set,
For the sun to rise,
And I finally feel perfect.


me likies the next one ^^


Counting
By: Alana Frenkel

Counting,
Sometimes done in your hand,
On paper and pencil,
Or the ever-convenient counting with fingers and toes.

All work,
Some better than others.

I count down the years,
Months, and weeks,
Days and hours,
Minutes and seconds,
Until I see you again,
That feeling always lifting me up.

You make me the rest of who I am,
The perfect match,
Your touch makes me shiver,
Always in sync,
I sway away from reality.
I wish I could count all the minutes forever.




Tired of…
By: Alana Frenkel

I'm tired of,
All these lies,
I'm tired of,
All that I deal with.
I wish I didn't have to.

Swarming,
These lies,
They cause a whirlpool to surge around me,
It will hurt to keep them there any longer.

I'm tired of,
The bottles of ships filled with emotions,
I'm tired of,
All the masks.
My problems aren't mine,
Although I know they are.

The truth is,
These lies are all mine,
And they make me sick.


only a few more...for those who are bored, yay! for those who are not, then boo!!! but don't worry, when i have written more, i shall post and, i wrote this one and the next one yesterday!!!


Drizzling
By: Alana Frenkel

Rain, sleet, snow.
Solar flares blocking part of my mind on the inside,
Rain puttering on the roof outside.

Sitting, thinking, racing with thoughts,
Staring out the window waiting to see what life has to give.
Closed in, locked doors and thrown away keys,
It's pouring and pouring all over my world.

Every drop, more thoughts rush in.
Every thought, the more corrupt I get.
Thoughts and corruption becoming one and the same,
I'm looking for an escape route.

Writing this poem,
Thoughts going from head to pen to paper,
Why is the paper staying blank?
Waiting for thoughts to clear the rain,
Trying so hard to stop the blockage,
But the drizzling won't seem to stop.


really sweet ^^ for those who know me, you know who this is about


Ovens
By: Alana Frenkel

Ovens, engulfing you and your food in warmth,
Making the heart strong,
Making your heat rise,
They never cease to cheer up that chicken soup soul.

Ovens, putting the love you need in your food,
The walls and arms closing in, from the one you love.
Comfortable,
So comfortable,
You could sleep forever in one state of peace.

My oven always makes sure,
To keep me at the temperature I need to be at.
It's my thermometer, my timer, my mitts.
The love it conveys showing up in the delectable food.

Always perfect,
Always beautiful,
My food comes out just right.
And that my friends, is the reason why,
I love my oven to bits.



Crushed
By: Alana Frenkel

Crushed,
Like ice,
Like my heart,
Like all that’s ever worth it.

My heart in two different cubes,
Taped together with cliché band-aid.
Can’t believe how much it hurt,
When all that surrounded me collapsed.

Twisted in knots,
Tossed and turned,
All dressed up to look pretty and normal.
I am not normal,
And neither is my soul.

My ice confused,
Coke or Pepsi,
Sprite or Mountain Dew,
Dr. Pepper or root beer.
Which soda will that ice choose to sit in?
I sure don’t know,
And neither does my ice cube heart,
Crushed into a million pieces.



Stranded
By: Alana Frenkel

Stranded,
Are all my decisions.
Stranded,
Is my love for you,
Stranded.

Desert islands are better than you,
Dehydration, better than you.
But I still don’t know what to do…
I wish I did.

Don’t know why I picked you,
Seemed like the right thing to do,
I made the wrong decision.

Stranded,
Are all my decisions.
Stranded,
Is my love for you,
Stranded.

My dreams will never come true,
For you to fall through, and love me.
I really wonder who,
Will fall into my sea.

Stranded,
Are all my decisions.
Stranded,
Is my love for you,
Stranded.


another poem!!!! hoorah!!!! ^.^


Unfair
By: Alana Frenkel

Unfair,
Because you didn’t get what you wanted,
Unfair,
That the timing was all wrong,
That you had no idea.
All wrong.

I cry that tear for you,
I really do.
I felt the same way,
I must say.

It should have happened,
It might have happened,
It did.

Knowing there is no way to stop my past actions,
I scream like all people do,
Releasing the inner two-year-old.
“It’s not fair!!!!”

We all know,
That sometimes,
Unfair is fair to others,
And fair is sometimes unfair to ourselves.


wow...i'm a really big nerd...


The Pirate Hat
By: Alana Frenkel

The pirate hat,
Sitting on his head,
Water keeps drenching it,
And from the rain,
Turned soggy.
It seems to never stop.

Tangoing to no avail,
We dance and dance in a downpour,
The rain won’t stop us,
The rain can’t stop us,
But nothing really can.

Cold from the rain,
Yet warm from the heart,
I can be happy.
Happy to clasp their hand in mine,
The hands so fine,
They’re so entwined.

The pirate hat set loose,
Ink dripping, false ideas put into heads,
It’s all washed away.
I’m glad they are.

Hat flying in the wind,
It continues to flutter,
Just like my heart.
I cannot wait for the next rainy day,
For when I encounter it,
I shall tango to no avail,
With my pirate hat on my head.