QuestioningIf a flame is so strong,Questioning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does it flicker?
If water is so delicate,
Why is it feared?
If air is so important,
Why is it polluted?
If the ground is so nurturing,
Why is it covered?
If everyone is equal,
Why is there war?
If we have two eyes,
Why can't we see?
Let Me Tell You A StoryLet Me Tell You A StoryLet Me Tell You A Story10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little girl once walked though the world,
and the world let her keep her head up high.
Soon she found out that if she bent her head only a little,
the world would let her skip.
She skipped and skipped until one day she discovered that when she fell,
bending it down just a slight bit lower eased the pain.
Pressure built as she traveled through her years,
until she discovered by bending just a little bit lower, the pressure was easier to handle.
Every time something became too much she would bend just a little lower,
the change not because she was beat down, but because she succumbed.
Now she falls down into a sweeping bow, shoulders drooped, eyes lowered, head fixed on the floor,
when the world decides to let her look up again.
The air allows for her to rise the same amount she fell when she was young,
before the last gust knocks her to her knees.
No other time before now has she known what a mistake the first fall was,
but no other time before now did she appr
The LabrynthCool stone,The Labrynth3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
glaringly white to match the pearlescent light
that scatters the shadows cast by feet.
The tree in the center
gently sways to the rise and fall
of the air.
The simplistic nature of silence
has the shadow casters deafened.
Their shuffling towards the tree mindless,
their intensity second nature.
perched on rocks,
haphazardly on weak branches,
This is where the rise and fall
that stirs the leaves
becomes the rise and fall of our chests.
Where the palms that touch to form our center
becomes the veins and arteries of the beating;
the collective beat.
Here is where I am not I,
but I am part of us,
and we are part of each other.
Hearts and hands that reach out
in the flesh after being hindered by distance
for so long.
SometimesSometimesSometimes11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at you
And wonder why we talk.
Wonder why we were friends.
What made us click.
You say something
And I wonder why people laugh
Wonder what goes on in your head
What made you say it.
We have a moment
Where we share a secret smile
And I sadly accept
That you've been forgiven
Plant LifeI am a seed.Plant Life11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am buried under a layer of dark soil.
I am protected.
I am small.
I am a sprout.
I am reaching for the sun to embrace me.
I am delicate.
I am curious.
I am a root.
I am searching for what I need in my surroundings.
I am pale.
I am thin.
I am a stem.
I am constantly supporting myself.
I am stronger.
I am alive.
I am a leaf.
I am filled with disorganized veins.
I am fragile.
I am unfurled.
I am a bud.
I am not yet ready to be seen.
I am cute.
I am patient.
I am a flower.
I am standing out for everyone to see.
I am beautiful.
I am proud.
FriendsI only have a couple. In fact, I only have two friends that I really know me. I have exactly one girl friend who doesn't annoy me. Most of my other friends are either drifting away or I'm pushing them away. In many cases, it's both.Friends1 year ago in Personal More Like This
If this is the case, why do I feel so loved every day? I have never ever felt so secure in my friendships, I never have the worrying thought that I'm the one they secretly hate, never does it cross my mind that maybe they are just taking pity on me. I don't feel like any compliments they give me are just for the sake of saying something nice, and things that might seem a little mean are out of love and honesty instead of taking out anger. I am not a punching bag, a listening machine, or a counselor.
I am a companion, a confidant, a security blanket. I am receiving the same amount of love I am giving. I am happy.
Motives for LoveIt's our time togetherMotives for Love6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that makes me love you.
Laughing, blushing, teasing.
It's the little things
that make me love you.
Drawings, notes, gestures.
It's the thoughts
that make me love you.
Sentiments, reminders, words.
You make me love you.
But where did you go?
PlannedI had a plan for today,Planned2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a box, a smile, and a card.
That didn't pan through, anyway.
I knew what I wanted to say today,
sorry wasn't part of it.
Thats what ended up being said anyway.
So instead, today, know that you
were on my mind.
Thats what I knew would happen anyway.
Sonnet for a PrincessIn the faint light of that which is so dark,Sonnet for a Princess10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A flower unfurls its blonde petals.
A rose light emitted, calling out, "Hark!"
The cry finds those so lost beneath the nettles.
Lighting the path, making it easier to see,
you are a stepping stone that many need.
A princess with no castle, you are me
and we are bound by the internal creed.
The promise to keep an honest flame going.
Through the darkest days and brightest nights,
the protective moat should never stop flowing,
drawbridge always lifting those to new heights.
Kind, sweet, honest, and brave, we try our best
to keep the rose light flickering with zest.
A Different PerspectiveA flightless birdA Different Perspective10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
seems useless to those
A finite bee
appears wasteful to those
who see centuries.
A brainless jellyfish
gives off a vacant air to those
who never stop thinking.
An eagle may never understand
the beauty of a budding flower.
A tortoise may never experience
a truly productive day.
An owl may never feel
what it's like to rest.
ScaredCan I help?Scared1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can I hold you?
Are you alright?
Are you shivering?
What are the details?
How could this happen?
How could someone have let this occur?
I'm scared too.
When Everything Feels WrongThe usual distractions,When Everything Feels Wrong4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When they do nothing to cease the quell.
The select books,
far away lands
When they can't take you away from your mind.
lead sinks to your feet,
and nothing will draw you up again.
TodayOn a bad day,Today10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my nose tingles.
On a good day,
my lips seem stuck in a curve.
On a slow day,
my eyes droop.
On a busy day,
my feet yearn to stay still.
On a mild day,
my fingers glide impatiently.
But on a day like today
(so filled with tingles and yawns)
the only way to put it
is to say nothing. (At all.)
When?When did you become someone?When?11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone that trusts
When did you get that smile?
The smile that gives
When did you find that person?
The person who you are
When did you grow up?
In Her EyesIn her eyesIn Her Eyes2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
shined a spirit like no other.
A glance could send sparks,
photons gliding through your body.
In her eyes
the light of the world seemed brighter.
All reflected back
at those who looked in.
In her eyes
you are the center.
The ever ripe apple
that could never fall from its tree
Ripe but FallenThey say little girls are made ofRipe but Fallen8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and everything nice.
Sugar is lost on you, turning into rot and decay.
Spice is wasted on you, a zest spoiling and overpowering.
Everything nice seems absent from your mind, for your actions and words are that of a fiend.
Little girl no longer,
are you happy to be mature?
are you happy to be an adult?
are you happy to be noticed?
Because you are no nearer to the respect you desired in achieving any and all.
Let DownOn a day of expectations (when I only have a few)Let Down7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish more than anything
for them to be fulfilled by you.
To feel the surge of gratitude (warming you who is by my side)
from the aid that you have given me
even from the thought that you have tried.
So when I give out those orders (and they are not obeyed)
I feel like I am sinking
and am just a little betrayed.
Momentary Life When a simple gesture makes your day over and over, you know that living is the best part of life. Not just simply going through the motions, or surviving, but experiencing and being able to remember. Being able to look at a moment and know instantly that everything happened the way it did just for that single, solitary moment. Those moments that seem to fill eyes with luster that lay dormant until the magic of an experience brings it out, those moments are life.Momentary Life2 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
You plant a seed and wait for it to sprout, life is when it first pops a stem out of the ground. You wait for it to grow, through rain, sun, and snow, until there is its first bloom. That is life. Life happens in moment, seconds, between blinks of an eye, so when people say "your life flashes before your eyes," they mean those few precious moments that make the experience of living something other than existing.
Existing is no mean feat, but greater still is to live, because what are we
WarSilence.War9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silence fell quickly.
Silence fell quickly, rapidly.
Silence fell quickly, rapidly soundless.
WaitingOh how I tire of waiting,Waiting11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm always the one left behind.
To guard this or protect that,
perhaps now is just not my time?
But it is the time I have,
and I'm spending it here for you,
not that I mind, but really
I'm tired and just wanted to make you smile,
So come back more often,
just stop by,
I promise I'd welcome you,
every single time.
No IdeaA disturbance that's not disturbingNo Idea7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And unwelcome gesture that's not hurting.
Like a close-minded heart with an open-minded brain;
They are different, yet part of the same.
The feeling that you get doesn't have to match the action
Good action, followed by a bad reaction
Either which way, its already happened.
No point in worrying if it was right or wrong,
because no matter what it won't be the same song
if the event happened yesterday, tomorrow, any other time but now
Minutes could have gone by and everything would change; but how?
ViolationMy eyes are clenched closed,Violation2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fists mirror their sentiment,
as my fingernails dig into my palms.
I lay there, in the dark,
waiting for a sound,
that might set me free of the paralysis I am in.
I twitch at the slightest creak,
the shuddering of my own breath
becomes all too loud for my nervous ears.
I hear footsteps that are too close to my person,
their proximity telling me it is just my frantic heart,
but my situation willing me believe they are not.
maybe, just maybe,
I have been saved.
Moments I Wished had Happened. Starting off young, I remember telling a friend that I liked him, without any concern for his reaction because I knew what it would be.Moments I Wished had Happened.2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
He would look up, startled, and I would run away with the girl who also liked him, and we would run until we could bear to face him.
What I wished had happened as I was running through the filtered light of the forest, was that he would have grabbed my hand, leaned next to me, and said, "I like you too." It wouldn't have meant anything, but at the time, he was the first boy to ever turn me down.
That was in fifth grade. It was the first time I had done something I ever actually regretted.
In sixth grade, someone dropped their textbook on my head. It was the boy who's locker was above mine. I had always anticipated it happening, and I wish that I had picked it up with out tears welling in my eyes, handed it to him, and gone about my day. Instead, I knocked my head into the front of my locker
A Good DayToday was great. It's heard to explain how much fun it is to be so happy that you giggle anytime something small but happy happens. It's such a strange feeling too, today I woke up and it was nice. I got out of bed, and it was nice. Everything was juts kind of perfect and light and wonderful.A Good Day8 months ago in Personal More Like This
Seeing your best friend in the morning as seeing the smile that comes with it is
Feeling the rush of air in your lungs as your feet leave the floor as you skip is
Hearing the giggles bubbling from every corner as you make people laugh is
A good day.