Let Me Tell You A StoryLet Me Tell You A StoryLet Me Tell You A Story2 years 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
QuestioningIf a flame is so strong,Questioning2 years 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?
Plant LifeI am a seed.Plant Life2 years 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.
SometimesSometimesSometimes2 years 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
A Different PerspectiveA flightless birdA Different Perspective2 years 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.
When?When did you become someone?When?2 years 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?
The LabrynthCool stone,The Labrynth2 years 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.
ScaredCan I help?Scared2 years 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.
HennaYou trace the lines that circle my fingers.Henna1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They skim over the heart,
past the butterfly,
between the dots,
and over the sun.
The pads of your fingers rest on my palm,
move down my arm,
and go over the lines
I didn't draw.
Motives for LoveIt's our time togetherMotives for Love2 years 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?
Hot TeaHot tea, blue steam,Hot Tea1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and warm smiles fill the room.
I sit and wait perpetually.
My life stills and the room fills;
a song paused mid tune,
Hot tea, and blue steam.
My companions are my mug and your pills
I know you have to be back soon,
I sit and wait perpetually.
The haze swirls and mills
forming a bright moon
hot tea, blue steam.
Pictures blur as my mind drills
further into a possibility that croons
I sit and wait perpetually.
The door opens, my cup spills,
cares are strewn,
hot tea, blue steam,
I sit and wait perpetually.
BuckwheatI bite into an apple,Buckwheat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping that it might grace me with
The juice that runs down my chin
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.Friends2 years 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.
ViolationMy eyes are clenched closed,Violation1 year 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.
When Everything Feels WrongThe usual distractions,When Everything Feels Wrong2 years 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.
Sonnet for a PrincessIn the faint light of that which is so dark,Sonnet for a Princess2 years 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.
Ripe but FallenThey say little girls are made ofRipe but Fallen2 years 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.
PlannedI had a plan for today,Planned1 year 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.
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 Life1 year 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
Let DownOn a day of expectations (when I only have a few)Let Down2 years 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.
Dead AirYou just got the news.Dead Air1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today's breaking story
hit too close
WaitingOh how I tire of waiting,Waiting2 years 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.