Clouds

A cloud floats above me
I see a jet in the shape,
I smile, it looks like it belongs in the future.
The wind blows,
The leaves stir before moving further from me.
I look back at the cloud,
The jet is gone,
A candy cane appears instead.
It reminds me of the fact that it should be cold; not warm like now.
I sit up,
The wind picks up,
All the leaves are gone from my safe meadow,
My worries carried away with them.
The wind calms,
The air around me is still again.
I stand up slowly,
Scared to leave my place,
Scared that every worry will come flooding back.

~Madelyn

I am...

A piano,
A pencil,
A turtle.

Piano, piano bench,
Sitting on the piano bench,
Black and white,
Ebony and ivory,
Playing the piano,
Understanding the written music,
Hands flying over the keys.
I am musical.

A hand- my hand-
Flies across the paper,
Writing? No.
Not writing, drawing.
Different shapes,
Shading where needed.
I am artistic.

A turtle,
So quiet and reserved.
Being able to hide whenever it feels the need
Or simply just wants to escape.
I am shy and reserved.

~Madelyn

Complex

I am many things.
Complex,
Difficult to understand at times,
But by no means, simple.
Not many people try to understand me,
For I am nowhere near simple.
Straight forward? Yes. At times.
Being complex... is difficult,
You get picked on at school,
You get teased,
You learn to ignore it,
To not let it bother you, even though it does.
It always will,
Nothing can change that.

~Madelyn

Moonlight Dancer

She came from the back,

Hooves pounding

Snorting heavy breathes into the wind.

It was only a work out,

Nothing major...

Not yet any way.

The Kentucky Derby was only a few days away.

Moonlight Dancer,

The long shot,

The underdog- or would it be the underhorse?

Nobody thought a filly could win!

Until she did.

~Madelyn

Everlasting Memory

Focus,
The push of a button,
That's all it takes.
Freeze time in its tracks.
Have a memory
That will last a lifetime.
Color or black and white?
The choice is yours.
The love of pictures,
Create an everlasting memory,
By freezing time in its tracks.

~Madelyn

Found Notebook

I had a notebook that I couldn't find
A few poems written
Scribbled in a hurry,
Some in pencil
Others pen.

I thought it was lost,
Gone for good.
No matter how hard I searched,
It evaded capture.

One glimpse of the black spiral
Was all it took.
A finger hooked around it,
Pulled it free.
Beyond happy that I had found it,
My black and white floral notebook.

~Madelyn

When Left to Brood

See what happens
When I'm left to brood?
See the outcome?
The mostly very depressing outcome.

Sometimes I get a happier result
Lately- not so much.
I end up with these poems.
And then my friends sometimes wonder
"What happened?"

Nothing happened.
I was just left to brood.
You know better now, don't you?

It's not always a bad thing.
I like being on my own
But sometimes, it just gets to be too much.

Ironic, don't you think?
I'm with people for too long
And I get overwhelmed.
I'm not with people for too long
And I drive myself insane.

Why couldn't this be simipler?!

~Madelyn