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I Am That GirlI'm the girl who writes poemsI Am That Girl5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because it helps me get my feelings out.
It's the only way I know how.
I'm the girl who will love anyone
No matter who they are.
I'm the girl, who can be annoying at times,
But I love life and everything in it.
I'm the girl who will always make
Room in her heart for someone,
Because I love just about everyone.
I'm the girl, who will flirt with you,
But never admit to you how I really feel.
I'm the girl who will truly love you.
No one will ever love you as much as I do.
Did You Feel It?Did you feel it?Did You Feel It?5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you feel me forget you?
Like I had given up,
And let go of you.
I got out before you lit the match.
I left before I could get hurt even more.
Did you feel it when I pulled away?
Did you feel like I was ready to leave?
I hope someday you think back,
To when you had everything right in your arms.
I hope something reminds you of us,
And what we had.
But most of all I hope you think about
How you lost someone who loved you very much.
So did you feel it that day?
Did you feel me forget you?
Did you feel like I was ready to leave?
Did you feel it when I pulled away?
Because I did.
Do You Remember?Do you remember that poem you wrote me?Do You Remember?6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, I found it the other day.
It was in my jacket pocket.
I didn't know one piece of paper
Could bring back so many memories.
It's amazing how long it has been
Since you gave it to me.
I am thankful that
I had you in my life.
All the good and bad times,
They made us that much stronger.
Thank you for coming into my life.
Thank you loving me.
I couldn't have asked for anything better.
So you see what a simple
Piece of paper with words on it can do.
It made me remember why I cared so much.
It made me remember you,
So thank you for writing it.
ParanoiaParanoia.Paranoia8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't want to be this way.
But I can't help but feel this way.
No matter what you do
Or what comforting words you say.
My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.
My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.
Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.
My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.
And that's why no matter how much I love you.
For some reason I will always feel cheated.
So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.
You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.
There are only so many false accusations you can take.
The
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Kela Lewis-Morin
If You Could Look Into My DreamsIf you could look into my dreams,If You Could Look Into My Dreams7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I think you would be quite surprised.
For it's in my sleep that you would see
the things my heart cannot disguise.
We would stand under the city lights,
with the cold snow falling so serene.
But we wouldn't care about the arctic air,
if you could look into my dreams.
Instead we'd be lost in a deep fantasy,
with our arms holding each other tight.
I would take in every breath you breathe
to stay warm from the chill of the night.
And we couldn't help but smile bright
as our dark eyes continuously gleam.
Your scent alone would make me melt,
just leaving me to burst at the seams.
If you coul
Night SkyI wait for the shadowsNight Sky6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To dance over the trees
I crave the moon's glow
That will soon encompass me
I fantasize about riding that silver wave
Gliding from one to the next
I would run my fingers
Along that delicate breast
When I jump I want to land
On the cushion of the sisters
Swing from Orion's belt
And Venus, I would miss her.
I see so many things
In that vast unknown
I see them smiling
Waiting for me to come home
At that moment
Time stands still
Enchanted with stunning beauty
Tears stream at will.
FairytaleFairytale6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a time a long time ago
There lived a little girl
Who looked out her window
And every night she'd look and she'd see
what was waiting for her
when she finally broke free
And every single night
she would sing into the sky
and she wouldn't see the darkness
only the moon and the stars
she would only see the light
that was shining just for her
And this little girl
yes, she was me
back then she was still strong
strong enough to believe
in miracles and promises
without being afraid of cold hard truth
Oh yes, back then, so long ago
Back then, I still believed
I believe in fairy tales
and i knew that good would always wi
My Heart Skipped A BeatEvery time I saw you,My Heart Skipped A Beat5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I couldn't help but stare.
Your beautiful eyes
Melted into mine,
And they made my heart skip a beat.
When you spoke,
It was like time stopped,
And everything stood still
Except for you and me.
I've never had a crush on someone
That made me feel this way.
Everything you did took my breath away.
The sad part about all of this is you don't even know.
You don't know that when you look at me,
I fall that much harder.
You have no idea that when you speak to me,
You put butterflies in my stomach.
Every time I saw you,
I couldn't help but stare.
You're beautiful eyes
Melted into mine,
And you made my heart s
Coming OutWith promises to be good,Coming Out6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you prayed every day
and waited for the sign,
even when a songbird touched
down on the roofs of Kansas
and went hollow on your shoulder.
The shedding of teardrops,
the coming out of a heartland
from its religion.
Breathing the smoke of its ash,
and being washed clean of what
you thought you knew.
The locusts never come,
the harvest will yet fail,
but don't deny the butterfly
that carries you over pastures
of dairy cows too busy
to look up at you and judge.
JealousyWhy do you love her?Jealousy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She doesn't know you,
She doesn't understand.
She has everything,
That I want in her arms.
You pay no attention
To the ones who love you.
What do you see in her
That you don't see in me?
Sure, she'd pretty,
Yeah, she's smart,
But so am I.
I guess jealousy
Has taken over,
And has clouded my mind.
I envy everything she has,
Because I don't have you in my life.
MusicSubjective,Music5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love,
Hate,
And everything in-between.
Listening to music,
Is like therapy.
The lyrics speak,
We listen.
Class is in session.
As we listen,
We relate to the lyrics,
We fall in love with the songs.
This love will never let you down,
Music will always be there for you.
It will hold you late at night,
When you're crying your eyes out.
It will hold your hand,
When you're in love.
It will be your best friend,
When you are happy or sad.
Music,
It's everything.
I Can't Do This AnymoreI use to love you,I Can't Do This Anymore5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I use to care,
But now it seems like
I have drifted a different way.
Those feelings that I once had for you,
Are no longer there.
I don't think they will come back either.
Honestly, I can't do this anymore.
I can't pretend to love you when I don't.
So I'll save you heart ache,
And I'll give you time to get over me,
But just know that I don't think I'll ever love you again.
It was nice while it lasted,
But it ended way to fast.
You see my heart let go of you.
It couldn't hang on any longer.
It set itself free,
And decided it was time to move on.
I'm sorry that this happened,
But there is nothing that I can
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
Three Years AgoThree years ago,Three Years Ago5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A lie changed my life,
It cut me in half,
Just like a knife.
Three years ago,
My family almost feel,
And it changed me,
Sending me to hell.
Three years ago,
I picked up the blade,
For the very first time,
Making the old me fade.
Three years ago,
I risked everything,
All caused by a lie,
I decided to fling.
That all happened three years ago,
When I made a mistake,
And grabbed that blade,
Using it for all the peace I could take.
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think any
I should have seenI tryI should have seen6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I try
To be better
And better
I try to be perfect
I want no fault
All for you
I only wish to be everything
And give you everything
I didn't know
I was hurting you
Again and again
You told me I was fine
There's nothing wrong
I should have understood
And accepted myself
We all have faults
It doesn't mean there's something wrong
I just wanted to reach the impossible
I wanted to be perfect
For you
I'm sorry
I should have seen
You love me
For me
FEARFEAR:FEAR8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness—
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood…
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness—
A single pounce would end my life…
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore—
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint…
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a questio
I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silentI Was On A Cloud8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears
A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep
I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love
So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain
I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud
I watched as a
Getting WorseI pick up the blade,Getting Worse6 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And set it on my wrist,
The world starts to fade,
When I know I can't resist.
That's just the start,
And it doesn't stop there,
It breaks my heart,
As I find out you care.
But the things get worse,
I start hitting my head,
Until it hurts,
And I fall on my bed.
My head hits the wall,
Once more,
Then I fall,
To the floor.
Air chokes my breath,
As I struggle to move,
It smells like death,
And I start to sooth.
I'm sorry I did this,
It's my weakness,
You are what I'm going to miss,
When I go into darkness.
The Clock StruckThe Clock Struck8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clock struck nine
The illusion of a beautiful woman
What madness can this be?
She is calling out to me
My name… my name on her lustful lips
And now my hands pressed on her hips
Oh! Her smile! Her caress!
That croon which must be blessed!
The clock struck ten
The temptations of a temptress
This woman, so beautiful in every way,
With my heart, she does recklessly play
Her eyes so dark, yet brightly glowing
Her hair so soft and gently flowing
Her skin so silky cannot be soiled
But to the touch, is so deathly cold
The clock struck eleven
The prayer without the belief
What this gorgeous being is, I don't bother
Yet hold
The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.The Super Hero Dream11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.
As immature and juvenile at it may seem.
I'd have this one fantasy…
That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.
We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.
But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.
I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.
And attempt to…
Move objects with just will of my mind.
Completely alter my anatomical design.
Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.
Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.
Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mindSo What Do I Do?6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
Tell me.
Sta.sh
