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Walking DiaryI have a little secret:Walking Diary1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
People tell me their own.
They often open to me,
If we're ever just alone.
They tell me darkest secrets
That wear upon their minds,
And I'm the first
That often hears of
Their most purely blissful times.
I rarely ask for the position
Of a walking diary,
But since when they talk, I listen,
The favorite candidate is me.
UnremarkableI dream that the lines I writeUnremarkable1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the words I say
Will shake the earth
And turn the universe upside down.
I want to change the world,
And with every sentence,
Alter the way humanity thinks.
I don't want to settle for
Unremarkable.
The Puppet MasterI try to never pull too hard-The Puppet Master1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only direct or guide,
So I'll give you my advice
At the exactly perfect time.
My aim is always to be subtle,
Because you have to look good too.
I've assessed the situation,
And I know just what to do.
I'm not trying to be controlling,
It's just that I know how to win.
In the end, we'll all get our desire.
Don't resist me; just give in.
Beginning of the EndIf I disappeared,Beginning of the End1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope you'd know
that I have always
Loved you.
The things I've said,
And the things I've done,
Were only to
Distract you
From the truth.
Because I knew
That if you heard,
It would be
The beginning of
The end.
Colors of the LakeOften, words only needed to be written.Colors of the Lake10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, words are meant to entertain--
Collections of words
That want to be discovered.
But when you start to see them,
You don't see the letters;
You don't read the language anymore.
You fall gracefully,
And you are submerged
By liquid words
As they rush to slip over your eyes.
You breathe in,
And meaning fills you
Like air should.
When the bottom finds you,
It catapults you to the surface.
You cough and really breathe again,
Only to realize,
You never left the ground.
You know you were in the water,
At least in your dream.
And though that memory never leaves you,
The experienc
The LighterWhat you call a sparkThe Lighter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is nothing compared to a lighter.
Sparks are only in the moment,
But the lighter, flicked on in my hand,
Doesn't have to stop
Until the life of the flame
Is completely burned out.
A spark is accidental.
A lighter is very much deliberate.
Impulsive ignition is
Far inferior in comparison to
A choice to fall in love.
And when that flame dies,
We die with it.
IrreplaceableYour words so often reassure,Irreplaceable1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And make me feel important
On the days when I feel
Quite the opposite.
They make me laugh
So hard I cry,
And give me countless reasons why
Giving up is unacceptable.
Please, don't ever grow out of
Being so happy and perfect.
You're irreplaceable,
You should know,
In case you ever doubt that's so.
For Sake of ProgressA certain man, in sterile robes,For Sake of Progress1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His prisoners to seek,
Comes strolling down the dingy halls,
That, nauseating, reek.
Their eyes reveal such grievous hurt.
Infection crusts each tear.
Corrosive burns are all they know,
Save tormentors they fear.
Now, here is a sedated one—
Electrodes watch his brain.
No drugs will he receive for his
Excruciating pain.
Experimental surgeries
For those who need them not,
But who cares should they live or die?
They're all just left to rot.
These needles inject certain death—
The cancers men abhor—
So maybe victims can be forced
To outlive those before.
What were the crimes that
ExhaustionI don't really want to talk right now,Exhaustion1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't want to be alone.
My usual gift of words
Would rather just stay silent.
Exhaustion and fatigue
Are catching up to me,
So I'd rather lie still
And watch you, and listen.
Sea of GreenWe waded through a sea of green,Sea of Green1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken up by only pale white, painted lines.
We stared up at the cotton clouds,
With our backs in the grass against the ground,
And wished there were stars in the air.
The sun, low in the skies,
Painted us golden-topaz.
And smiles lit up our eyes
As we passed laughter all around.
We watched as the glowing moon woke up,
And the stars traded shifts with the day;
As the lights came on when the darkness fell,
And the beauty of it stole all our words away.
Laughter and TearsThese people never judge you,Laughter and Tears1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But they tell you when you're wrong.
They're the ones who hold your head up,
And remind you that you're strong.
They're the cause of half your laughter,
But they hold you through your tears.
They're the ones who always love you,
And who know your deepest fears.
Friends are the only people who
Always let you act like you.
SubtletiesI've been leaving hints and clues,Subtleties10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you'd know how I feel for you,
But I guess that subtlety is not your game.
I guess I can't complain though,
Since reading you is difficult.
One moment you act like you're in love,
And the next, you push me away.
I want you to know,
But do you feel the same?
If I knew that answer,
It would change everything.
Watching and WaitingI'm watching you watch me,Watching and Waiting11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And, though my heart's begun to ache,
Waiting for a move, unmovingly.
Through walls, built accidentally,
Those that I now wish you would break,
I'm watching you watch me.
You navigated the debris
That fell like rain by my mistake,
Waiting for a move, unmovingly.
Our dance is choreographed naturally,
And so I know which step to take,
I'm watching you watch me.
I think about you constantly,
Even when I am not awake,
Waiting for a move, unmovingly.
I want more than a memory,
But now, for vain perfection's sake,
I'm watching you watch me,
Waiting for a move, unmovingly.
My GeniusI feel warm insideMy Genius1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I talk to you;
Alive,
But I am happy
When we're quiet too.
I am content to sit
With you next to me,
Or with my back
Pressed against yours,
Even though we may be
Fixated on projects
Respectively.
Just being with you
Makes me feel complete.
You are the only one
That I don't mind
Being second to
In left-brained things,
Even though
I love to compete,
Because you are
My Genius.
BeingBeing a girlBeing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't make me
Less intelligent than you;
Weaker than you;
Less determined than you;
More vulnerable than you;
Less talented than you.
Being me makes me
Witty and persevering;
Outspoken and creative;
Original and unique;
Charming and clever;
And obviously more
Open-minded than you.
Because I DoWhy is the ocean filled with water?Because I Do1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does gravity pull things down?
Why do birds alight into the air?
Why do humans build too high to see the ground?
Why are children always so curious?
Why do I love you?
Because I do.
Asking the CloudsWe're another year older,Asking the Clouds11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But you're not a day wiser.
Why do you keep arguing
When you know that I'm smarter?
The ways to you try to explain things,
Are completely untrue.
I thought I made it clear that
I am finished with you.
I guess you're the kind of child
That will never, ever change,
'Cause you're blindly controlled
By your selfish, insensitive ways.
Trying to show you reason
Is like asking the clouds not to rain.
Boy, you're driving me crazy!
Why can't you just go away?
We've been over these same fights.
Are you trying to annoy me?
If you are, then it's working.
Your stupid lies aren't worth my time.
You know, you're
Mud Loves the UngracefulWe were walking throughMud Loves the Ungraceful1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The out-of-season soccer fields
Overgrown with weeds,
But there were still patches
Where the naked earth
Showed through.
Rain drizzled down,
Misting our eyelashes and hair.
When we came to the bare spots,
They were growing moist.
Our shoes complained,
So we took them off,
And let the mud
Squish between our toes.
Mud loves the ungraceful,
So it drew me in for a hug.
I knew you would laugh,
So I brought you with me.
You rubbed mud on my cheek,
And I drew mud on your nose.
Then you ran your dirty fingers
Through my soaking hair,
And kissed me.
DisappointmentI hold your opinion highly,Disappointment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So your clear passivity
Is, more than you know,
A heart-wrenching strike to me.
This was not what I expected,
What am I to infer?
I've never been so disappointed
In such a small amount of words.
GoneHow many timesGone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you tell me that
You were sick of this place?
Well, you won't
Have to tell me anymore,
Because you ran away.
At least we know
That you're alive,
Because you didn't leave
Anything behind.
LettersWhat would it be likeLetters1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If we could write
Letters to our future selves?
How much would it change
Our lives every day,
If the future ever replied?
InnocenceI never knew how beautifulInnocence8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
This innocence could be.
You lace your fingers between mine
And I can hardly breathe.
We listened to the music
That both of us could sing,
And as I leaned against your shoulder
I felt perfectly complete.
Blank CanvassesPeople are born asBlank Canvasses7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blank canvasses.
Every person met adds
A little color to the masterpiece
That no amount of smearing
Or white paint can hide.
Everyone's dyes are arranged
In different patterns and pictures,
But in the end,
Everyone is still a blank canvass
Underneath.
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