When I was alone, I longed for you
Just for a conversation
But you would always see straight through me
Even without persuation
I'd hoped for you to say those words
That would make me feel better
But now I see that they're aren't coming
Now or in forever
So I moved on, away from you
And I hate that I had to leave
I needed support to make it through
Someone who would want me
And now you see things differently
Now that I'm no longer yours
You want me back, back, back to us
Something that was never ours
Because you cannot have me
You found me as an interest
But once I am alone again
I'd be the one that you would detest
Our friendship has corrupted
And our closeness, well destroyed
I can see that me to you
You were the child, and I the toy
Every time we'd become close
You put us back on hault
But know this true, twas up to you
And thus it was your fault
If I let it fall, the last tear drop
That has waited in my eye
Know that it is not meant for you
And all I give you is a goodbye
My pride is my shield, My dreams are my compass, My happiness is my weapon
My life, my gift, my dream.
"In the pursuit of virtue, don't be afraid to overtake your teacher."
"Young people should not be taken lightly. How do you know that they will not one day be better than you are now?"
--Confucius
"True poets are only the interpreters of the Gods."
-- Socrates
"Young people should not be taken lightly. How do you know that they will not one day be better than you are now?"
--Confucius
"True poets are only the interpreters of the Gods."
-- Socrates
You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're the same.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Thursday, May 31, 2012
My Locker
I broke a pencil
And two of my pens
I lost a notebook
That I was lent
I found a book
But it's not mine
A broken watch?
No way to tell time
A folder blue
Next to the
turquoise
Crumpled up papers
And lots of small
toys
Half of a scissors
A marker, no cap
A worn out glue
stick
And a bright yellow
tack
Stubbed my finger
It really hurt
I even found
A pile of dirt
Cracked screen on
My calculator
J Biebs poster?
I really hate her
My math book
Lost it's cover
How'd that happen?
Hmm, I wonder
A shivering ice pack
Cold as a rock, burr
Amazing how this all
Took place in my
locker
Summer
Flowers are blooming
Colors are arising
And grass has grown
up from the ground
Beaches are crowded
Long sleeves? I
doubt it
Searching for sun
now is found
Water is a plenty
Children are a many
Enjoying happiness
under the sun
Umbrellas for shade
And a sweet summer
date
Is just the
beginning of fun
Frozen food is a
must
With sprinkles and
lust
But wait! That's
just the beginning
Swim suits are
pulled out
With flip flops
about
To get ready to go
and go swimming
Three months of
vacation
No time to be
wastin'
For school starts up
back in the fall
No time for the
slopping
So time to get
shopping
We're right down the
street from the mall
Jumping for June
For sure! Seen you
soon
But wait we still
have July
August is here
waiting
Flings are a dating
And no one is
wondering why
Let's get to what we
said
No time like the
present
Come on,
let's do something with it
Build sand-men and
reindeer
Being children all
queer
And reach and push
to our limits
Only one last thing
For joy to bring
Of our marvelous wonder
Is for someone to say
What a great day!
So that we can enjoy our summer
Before you Awoke
When I was sleeping
I had a very odd
dream
You'd think it's a
nightmare
The way I would
scream
Stranded and alone
So solemnly sitting
Waiting for someone
to come
Someone so witty
But yet and alas
I am here yet again
With no one along
Not a single friend
When I was sleeping
I had a very odd
dream
You'd think it's a
nightmare
The way I would
scream
Abandoned and freed
Deserted alone
Just waiting to wake
Wanting to come home
But this life I live
Dearly and dirt
broke
Was all just a dream
Before I awoke
One, Two, Three, Go
One, two, three, go
Start of running
Sprinting
Faster
One, two, three, go
Tell no one where
Just run
Go
One, two, three, go
We'll miss you
Goodbye
Leave
One, two, three, go
No need for sad
Tears in your
Eyes
One, two, three, go
See you soon
Come back
I hope
One, two, three, go
You are not alone
Frightened
Go
One, two, three, go
I'll be there in a
Day or two
Soon
One, two, three, go
I'm coming, I left
I'm coming
For you
One, two, three, go
I am almost there
Can you see me
Yet
One, two, three, go
I am here for you
I always have
Always am
One, two, three,
stay
We are here,
Together
Free
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Summer is Here!
Flowers are blooming
Colors are arising
And grass has grown
up from the ground
Beaches are crowded
Long sleeves? I
doubt it
Searching for sun
now is found
Water is a plenty
Children are a many
Enjoying happiness
under the sun
Umbrellas for shade
And a sweet summer
date
Is just the
beginning of fun
Frozen food is a
must
With sprinkles and
lust
But wait! That's
just the beginning
Swim suits are
pulled out
With flip flops
about
To get ready to go
and go swimming
Three months of
vacation
No time to be
wastin'
For school starts up
back in the fall
No time for the
slopping
So time to get
shopping
We're right down the
street from the mall
Jumping for June
For sure! Seen you
soon
But wait we still
have July
August is here
waiting
Flings are a dating
And no one is
wondering why
Let's get to what we
said
No time like the
present
Come on, let us,
let's do something different
Like sand-men and
reindeer
And be children all
queer
And reach and push
to our limits
Time to get going
For fun is not knowing
In playing and jumping so dear
Now watch out
Don't back out
Because summer is finally here!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Lost
Author's
Note:
This is a poem/renewal of Panic! at the Disco's Sarah
Smiles
I was fine just a
girl living on my own,
Not even turning on
my phone
Then you called and
changed my tone
Oh;
Ruby lips and the
eyes that pull me in,
We both know you've
already win
Playing me just like
a sin,
Then,
You fooled me once,
wasted my time now honey,
You fooled me twice
with your lies, took my money
Oh he smiles like oh
he doesn't care,
He lives in a world
so unaware,
Does he know that my
destiny lies with him
Trying not to enjoy
your kiss
Before you were on
your way
They
Tried to tell me
that you wouldn't stay
Even then you left
and went your own way,
I don't mind, take
your time, I got things to do,
Besides sitting here
waiting for you,
But I wish that you
don't too,
You,
You fooled me once,
wasted my time now honey,
You fooled me twice,
with your lies, took my money
Oh hey smiles like
oh he doesn't care,
He lives in his
world so unaware,
Does he know that my
destiny lies with him,
Don't you know you
are killing me inside
Just taking all my
time,
Forgetting you was
right
To take back all my
pride
You left me astray,
but I say
Oh he smiles like oh
he doesn't care,
He lives in his
world so unaware,
How can he even live, when my destiny lies with him?
Stand Out
Be yourself and
don't change
In this world you
can win it
Shoot far the stars
Cuz' the sky is the
limit
Dreams: they aren't
far
But you still have
to try
Never second guess
And never wonder why
Don't let where you
come from
Decide where you'll
go
Reach for goals
If you don't, you'll
never know
Be true to your
thoughts
In a planet filled
with plastics
Come up when you
fail
If you don't you can
pass this
Think about your
heart
And what you'll live
without
Be who you are
Come on and just
stand out
Our Love
Author's Note:
This is a poem that was inspired by Demi Lovato's My Love's Like a Star
This is a poem that was inspired by Demi Lovato's My Love's Like a Star
Our love's like a
home
I know where to go,
to come back to us
Our love's like a
penny
It may be small, but
it's just enough
Our love's like a
star
You can't always see
it, but you know it's there
Our love's like a
mother
You don't always
know it, but they always care
Our love's like a
comet
It burns bright in
the moment, but then it's gone
Our love's like a
child
Happy and playful,
but on their own
Our love's like a
tower
Sturdy and strong,
overlooking all
Our love's like a
dancer
Moving in air, and
will never fall
Our love's like a
kingdom
And we're in the
palace, where we belong
Our love's like an
artist
Singing a verse, to
our favorite song
Our love's like a
story
Just from the
beginning, continuing on
Our love's like a
puppet
Where we hold the
strings, for every pawn
Our love's like a
danger
Without any caution,
together we'll fall
Our love's like a
faith
You just have to
believe, to have it all
Friday, May 18, 2012
Dark
Not looking out of a
window
In fear of what you
think you'll see
Not walking by
yourself out side
In fear of who you
might meet
Not turning off all
of the lights
In fear of what you
might find
Not creaking down
your basement steps
When it is close to
night time
Not listening to
your rational thoughts
In fear ghosts may
be real
Not doing these
petty attempts
By some inner, type
of feel
Not letting one toe
escape your blanket
In fear of someone
else is near
Letting your self be
afraid
When what scares you
is your fear
When nothing is to see
You're scared from your head, down to your heart
And even the most
rational mind
Can play tricks on
you in the dark
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Ignorance
Author's
Note:
This
is an essay about how everyone alive is ignorant to some extent.
How would you define
ignorance? Would it be being naive, being arrogant, or having down-right
stupidity? Every day we see people we
never even knew existed; they drive down streets, talk on pay-phones, and at
some point, they are going to endure their ways into our lives. But how much about other people or places do
we really care about? Our immediate lack
of knowledge, and no further pursuit to gain knowledge, is a mistake that we
are burdened to live with: this is our
ignorance. Every human being alive is
burdened with ignorance to some extent, no matter who you are, what you are, or
however old you are.
What would be your
immediate reaction to an uncleanly, hooded African American walking down a busy
street? As much as we do not want to
admit it, we think negatively about the subject, and do not wish to look further. Maybe the man lost his job, therefore lost
his home and has been unable to bathe for a week--our minds' inability to
comprehend this at first sight is considered ignorance. We want easy. We don't want questions,
because questions lead to answers that need more questions.
Certain people are
allowed to not have to answer these questions, such as parents. A parent has the gift of permitted
ignorance. They do not always want to
hear that there twelve year old daughter has a boyfriend, they do not want to
hear that their child failed a math test, and they definitely do not want to
hear their child's opinion. Ever. Their ignorance is accepted in our current
society, but is still ignorance none the less.
The worst type of
ignorance is sheer stupidity. Someone
who does not know something, and has no desire to learn it. "Nothing in the world is more dangerous
than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." This quote, by Martin Luther King Jr.,
illustrates how hazardous stupidity can be.
The lowest minded people, the ones who will not open their minds up to
suggestion and knowledge are the ones who frighten our world with unplanned
ideas and overzealous thought of structure.
If our world was built off of lower minded people, we would be unable to
grow off of mistakes, and learn from our past.
Stupidity is the worst kind of ignorance because not knowing is one
thing, but not choosing to learn is a flat out mistake.
Ignorance. How would you define it? Think: would you be
able to be labeled with this title?
Every human being is, to an extent, ignorant. No matter where you started or ended, grew up
or grew old, we are ignorant.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Horse
Author's note:
This is a poem on how horses appear through my eyes. I know it's a little silly and really far from the truth, but I just do not like horses.
This is a poem on how horses appear through my eyes. I know it's a little silly and really far from the truth, but I just do not like horses.
Galloping on down a
path
Spreading off it's
evil wrath
It spit and spat
And looked like that
And hurt more than
doing math
It skipped right
through my new gate
It hit me down and
made me late
It ran down houses
It kicked my mouses
It made me really
start to hate
This beast bucked
and rawred
This creature jumped
and soared
It flew and crashed
And stomped and
mashed
I felt as though it
was quite bored
Maybe I should feel
it pity
I wish it was small
like a kitty
But it left and sung
Till there was none
For it moved to
another city
Echo
Author's Note:
This is a poem that I wrote trying to show how people remember all negatives that occur, but forget positives. The domino effect of, if you did something one week, then one time the next, someone remembers that, but forgets all goodness you did in the 14 as well.
This is a poem that I wrote trying to show how people remember all negatives that occur, but forget positives. The domino effect of, if you did something one week, then one time the next, someone remembers that, but forgets all goodness you did in the 14 as well.
I wish my actions
sounded louder
Than what I forgot
to do
I wish my begging
for forgiveness
Was something you
could give into
I wish my words did
not just melt on you
That they would come
off strong
I wish that you
would see when I was right
But no, I'm always
wrong
I wish that my
talents pushed ahead
Of what I cannot do
I wish that my
absence in earlier years
Would make up for
seeing you
I wish my silence of
me so far
Didn't hold me up
for who I am now
I wish you could see
inside my heart
If only you knew how
Presenting
Your
eyes do not know where to look
Your
head is buzzing with nerves
You
find your body shaking
Your
legs are trembling
Your
voice cracks
Your
thoughts run away
Your
fingers tap your sides
Your
waist sways from side to side
Your
mind forgets everything you knew
Curiousity Killed the Dog
Author's Note: This is my prediction piece for The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.
Losing your mother,
a beloved pet, and your father's sense of urgency: all three of these factors
have contributed, and will continue to contribute, to young Christopher's
life. Christopher has autism and is very
logical and sees life in groups, patterns, numbers, sequences, and
details. He has always been kind and
respectful and has yet to tell a lie.
These traits made it a very scheduled healing process after the loss of
his mother, but now he must face the death of his neighbor's dog,
Wellington. But Wellington did not just
die, he was murdered. Christopher now
wants to find who killed him, but I believe it will come at a cost. Chris does not take direction well and won't
let go of finding who did it, "[Christopher does] not take orders
well]", and this constant sticking his nose into other people's lives will
most likely come around to burn him. The
ongoing theme of loss in his life only leads me to believe that it will not be
mild, but most likely a harsh awakening or punishment. Lastly, his father's lack of sympathy and
caring after Wellington died is remarkable.
"It's a bloody dog, Christopher, a bloody dog. Leave it." Because of this quote that Christopher's dad
said after discovering the dog's body, I believe that he was the one who
murdered Wellington
Monday, April 30, 2012
In, out
Author's Note:
There was really no point when I wrote this poem, but I found that different people will interpret it different ways. I found that it can be really relatable and deep ( I guess) I would like comments!
There was really no point when I wrote this poem, but I found that different people will interpret it different ways. I found that it can be really relatable and deep ( I guess) I would like comments!
Letting in, freaking
out
Sharing thoughts,
scream and shout
Letting in, freaking
out
Standing calm,
ready-shout
Holding in, letting
out
Being soft, being
loud
Holding in, letting
out
Listen close,
screaming loud
Running in, running
out
Feeling warmth,
going out
Running in, running
out
Cooly wait, think of
out
Keeping in, chasing
out
Finding love, in
either of
Keeping in, chasing
out
Thinking words, and,
if, they, of
Confide in, sharing
out
Holding back, giving
your
Confide in, sharing
out
Staying shallow
inside of your
Breathing in,
breathing out
Through your nose,
out your mouth
Breathing in,
breathing out
Soft expression,
close your mouth
In, out, in, out,
in, out
Shouting loud, out
of your mouth.
In, out, in, out,
in, out
Sharing, standing,
finding, holding. Loud.
Starting Over
Where's the hurt
In starting new
What's so wrong with
Changing you
Who's to say
Who you are to be
What's so wrong
With being seen
Make new friends
Make new grades
Wait until
Your old life fades
It might be hard
But for good reason
You might change
In any season
If your old times
No longer fit
Then move around
Do not resist
You never just
Where you'll find
How to have
Much better times
Your heart guides
You through the dark
Finding character
Is an art
If you aren't
pleased
With your old ways
Then changing won't
Come in a day
If you are down
Or sad or blue
Then find the hope
In starting new
Once Had
Author's Note:
I was playing around with different amounts of lines in each stanza in this poem. I would appreciate comments on whether it was still readable.
I was playing around with different amounts of lines in each stanza in this poem. I would appreciate comments on whether it was still readable.
I wish that you
could see
That we were wrong
I wish that you
could see
That everything we
had once is gone
No more memories
To fight
Forever long
Until tonight
I hoped that we
Could make this
right
But it's gone
It's out of sight
Our blindness from
These flashing
lights
Was struck down
No longer high
I just want to make
This right
But after all
At least I tried
We hate each other
All the time
I know from
Your plastic smiles
Our happiness
Has been a while
I know this hatred
Isn't mild
Shake it off
The best that you
can
Leave it in your
Other hand
Cause I know that
I can't stand
You blew me off
Just like a fan
I know this from
Our throwing plates
Our constant lack
Of any dates
I now know that
This wasn't fate
And that we are
A little late
We're in trouble
And I know it
I just wish
We could've shown it
And now we've
Gone and blown it
All this nonsense
For a boy and girl
All this trouble
Spinning in a whirl
But you are what I
want
You have all of it
and more
And I just can't
help
You are what I adore
I hate this new
found
Lack of you
It's what I do not
Have of you
I just wish I'd stop
Coming back to you.
Learned
Author's
Note:
This
is a poem that I wrote about going through life making mistakes and messing up,
but learning from those mistakes is important.
Throughout my life
I've done many
things
I know of sadness
And the joy it
brings
I've loved and lost
Than not at all
I tried my best
Just not to fall
I've made mistakes
I've lied and hurt
I've made myself
Feel just like dirt
I've had some
chances
I've taken risks
I've thought of all
the times
I missed
I've trusted friends
I've taken leaps
I've even cried
myself
To sleep
I've dreamt of
dreams
I've wanted to be
I've always just
wanted
To be me
I've quote authors
Songs and books
I've given choices
Second looks
I've laughed at
jokes
I've made up my mind
I've wanted to
Go back in time
I've created walls
I hope don't break
I've trusted, waited
Earned my fate
I've tried new
things
And really sucked
I've forgotten
chores
And pushed my luck
I've sprained my
wrist
I've cracked a bone
I've hurt myself
More than I know
I've heard of tales
I've made up lore
I've made sure
I'm never bored
I've been quite
different
I've been quite
stern
But best of all
At least I've
learned
Friday, April 27, 2012
What I would Do For You
I would run through
every country
Every boundary,
every border
I'd fight of every
black belt in the world
Even every armed
soldier
I'd raise the dead
and heal the blind
To get your pretty
eyes to see
That through every
high and low
I'd just hope you'd
be with me
I'd learn everything
there was to know
I'd even tame the
wild
I can't tell you
what it is
Your voice, your
eyes, your smile
I'd walk a thousand
miles
I'd run down every
single road
I'd take a train to
you whenever
I'd pack up
everything and go
I'd break everything
inside of me
Except for my heart
and toes
All I need, is you
right now
And I hope I'm
coming close
Middle School
Author's Note:
This is a poem about struggles that us as middle schoolers have to deal with.
This is a poem about struggles that us as middle schoolers have to deal with.
If someone were to
ask me
The hardest part of
middle school
I would think of
many things
Like fitting in or
being cool
But what about those
petty fights
You have with your
best friends
The ones you tend to
take too far
And seem to never
end
Or what about the
work load
Of homework every
night
Hours of papers due
the next day
Working until the
sun gives no more light
The pressures of
parents to keep good grades
Start to get to you
And failing a test,
cause you don't get it
Isn't something that
you choose
Or maybe even
awkward moments
The ones you wish
were rushed
Like when you find
out your best friend
Just happens to like
your crush
Sometimes even other
kids
Make your life
complicated
You may try to just
fit in
You may try to not
be hated
Then the teachers
can bug us too
Like when they make
a joke
Then they begin to
laugh,
But sounds like
their about to choke
And sitting alone in
one big seat
On one big giant bus
While these don't
seem to be so bad
They mean the most
to us
Used to Be
Author's Note:
This is a poem about moving apart from someone who you used to call a friend.
This is a poem about moving apart from someone who you used to call a friend.
We used to be the
best of friends
Ones who always
talked
We were always by
each other's side
When we ate, and
spoke, and walked
You knew that you
could trust me
Even with all your
secrets
Because if you told
me not to tell
You know that I
would keep it
I helped with
everything you've done
Even when I knew
you're wrong
I even listened to
all of your music
Each and every song
We stood right by
each other
And you listened to
me complain
I heard what you had
to say
Even when it drove
me insane
You could always
tell anything
That was ever on my
mind
I just have this one
last question
Are we out of time?
I wish that I could
only tell you
If only each of us
knew
That all that I have
left to say
Is this, I miss you
I wish that you
would realize
That all I seem to
do
Is hold my breath
Waiting here for you
Our little fights
meant nothing
And our arguing
became like art
But I still can't
believe
That this drove us
apart
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Flip-Flopped, Backwards, and Upside Down
Author's Note:
This is my DWA essay on how Twilight's vampires are very different from humans.
Every day we walk around amongst our peers, ignorantly believing we are all alike. We never seriously question the sheer mortality of anyone else, and we are given no proof to suggest otherwise. What if there were creatures alive that looked and acted like human beings, but were almost the total reverse? What if there really were vampires? The vampires in the Twilight series are described as looking like humans, but they have very distinct differences. These creatures fit in with society like they belong, but are almost the complete opposite of human beings.
One of the largest distinctions of the vampire lifestyle is their lack of sleeping and eating. They never eat real food (they hunt people/animals for their blood) yet they are inordinately healthy individuals. Their thirst for blood gradually dies down after they are no longer ‘newborns’, but still count on blood to keep them existing. Also, vampires are incapable to sleep. The characters do not mind never sleeping, and quote, "like the night. Without the dark, [they'd] never see the stars." I believe that this also shows acceptance of staying awake: like a polite friendship with the night.
While their lack of energy sources is surprising, what are even more flabbergasting are their physical abilities. They can outrun any creature alive, or created, are stronger than anything on earth. They can lift a tree out of the ground, as you or I would lift a feather. They can even run faster than a car on a highway. We find these to be impossible, because our human bodies are not physically able to complete these tasks. This is why their strengths create a huge difference between them and humans.
Another extraordinary trait that vampires contain, that we all wish we could have, is their powers of irresistibleness. Everyone wants to be their friend, date them, look like them, and have what they have! These creatures are described as perfect, while it has been proven, real humans are full of imperfections. When Bella, from Twilight, first met Edward, she couldn’t help but want to be his friend. People naturally like the vampires because of their faces, their voice, and even their smell draws humans in.
Perfect and imperfect, strong and weak, fast and slow: these are all major differences between vampires and humans, but another important factor is age. Once someone has become a vampire, they will remain their current age forever, unless they happen to be torn apart, limb by limb, and then burned to ashes. I found this to be a hefty difference because humans age every second, ever day of lives, while vampires do not.
We, as people, enjoy comparing our eye colors with friends. We brag about our bright blues, neon greens, and rich, chocolate browns. But vampires are a very different story, for they have colors such as deep reds, blacks, and golden caramels. These distinct features are yet another trait that separate vampires from humans.
Another difficulty of being a vampire is that they cannot walk in sunlight. Vampire skin begins to give off a slight glow when the sun reaches their skin. Vampires are not permitted to let humans notice their shiny appearance and are forced to hide when the sun is out.
The last, final, and, what I think to be, the most important distinction between humans and vampires is the fact that vampires to do not have souls. They are quite literally walking dead. Their lack of souls reminded me of, Harry Potter’s, Dementor, Kisses of Death. “Sometimes Dementors perform the Kiss where they suck out a person's soul. The person is left incapable of thought and emotion, in an irreversible state that is said to be worse than death.” The human beings, or wizards, after they have been Kissed are left to walk the earth alone, without a soul to keep them company. Worst of all, they cannot even die. Bella experienced, temporally, what it would feel like without a soul when she was comatose in the hospital. She said, “Death is peaceful, it’s easy. Life is harder.” I think that this gives Bella glimpse into how vampires must feel all the time. Because being a vampire and being Kissed both take away a person’s soul, they would be similar lifestyles and seem impossible for us to even imagine what those lives would feel like.
If I had the option of being human or vampire, I would chose to be human. While this might sound cliché or goody-two-shoes-y of me, I honestly would prefer being human. I love being able to walk in sunlight, talk to my peers (without wanting to drink their blood), knowing that one day I’ll grow taller, grow older, and I might even grow up. The differences between Twilight‘s vampires and humans are subtle, but they are most definitely there. Keep a close eye on your friends, because you never know...
Time Machine
Author's Note:
This is a poem that I wrote about being a little kid, waiting to grow up, thinking that we had all this possibility, but before we are allowed to get there--we're stuck somewhere in the middle. Not a kid, but not an adult.
When I was little,
All I could do is want to grow up
Now I'm halfway there
And I wish I didn't have to show up
I didn't expect for life
To come at this high of a cost
And now the youth that I once had
Is going, going, lost
Now I'm here, right where I wanted
But know there is no fault
And that I'm referred to as child
But expected to act like an adult
If I could ask for anything
I would go back in time
And find everything that I once loved
That I got to call mine
What I would Do For You
I would run through every country
Every boundary, every border
I'd fight of every black belt in the world
Even every armed soldier
I'd raise the dead and heal the blind
To get your pretty eyes to see
That through every high and low
I'd just hope you'd be with me
I'd learn everything there was to know
I'd even tame the wild
I can't tell you what it is
Your voice, your eyes, your smile
I'd walk a thousand miles
I'd run down every single road
I'd take a train to you whenever
I'd pack up everything and go
I'd break everything inside of me
Except for my heart and toes
All I need, is you right now
And I hope I'm coming close
The Silk Dress
The Silk Dress
Author’s Note:
I wrote this poem in the style of E.E. Cummings grasshopper, emphasizing the unimportance of punctuation.
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The Silk Dress
Author's Note:
This is a poem that I wrote (and I know that it's kind of sad-ish) but I wrote it after watching about 4 sad Nicholas Sparks movies.
Even in my short few years
I have learned many toxic things
Like family comes at a high cost
And there are no such thing as happy endings
Sure there could be a chapter
That could be fun, and you'd defend it
But happy endings come and go
It just matters where your story ended
Though a tale that's told
And finished, from beginning to the end
Would show that all good things are lost
Even each and every friend
Real life is not worth restating
For we have fiction movies and books
And in due time, love will leave your heart
In just a second look
But if you keep on reading
The story of your life
You will find all sorts of secrets
About your husband or your wife
People can put on fake smiles
I know that because I'm not naïve
Every time we find the joy
It slips our fingers like a sieve
So end it now, or end it later
Whichever you would choose
But either way, start of finish
You are always bound to loose
Passing Times
Author's Note:
This is a poem about how you can have a friend or loved one be really close one day, then seeming to be out of your life the next.
This is a poem about how you can have a friend or loved one be really close one day, then seeming to be out of your life the next.
What used to be so difficult
To say straight to your face
Now seems so right to tell you
To put you back in your place
From what you're saying I can tell
And, no, I'm not surprised
I can tell that the real you
No longer shows in your eyes
I know that what we've missed
Long ago was the truth
I wish that we could just go back
To the old me and you
All those insults you have spoken
Have truly been a classic
Now I know I've lost you
And feel the farthest from fantastic
I hoped that we could make it better
Make it start going right
But I know that me with you
Was in a different life
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