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The pen scribbles...
A snow falls to the ground,
It doesn't disappear,
It doesn't melt.
A snowball hits the ground.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A thin layer of ice,
Alarm for a
The pen scribbles...
The fire rises,
And the ice flashes red.
Black DogShe imagined the ball shooting past, colliding with the tree and scaring the accumulating birds away, but it just tumbled off the boy’s foot with a little more force than usual as he protested about going home. Few people were ever around in the late afternoon. Something about the sight of fiery leaves and glistening cobwebs seemed to drive the crowds away. Her feet dragged along the ground as she swung across the monkey bars. At least there were far less people around to watch her with their backs turned and mutter about how playgrounds were for those of a younger age.
“Some people are young at heart OK!” she silently screamed as she pulled herself up on top of the monkey bars. A crow swooped down out of the shadows, narrowly avoiding her head as she walked across to the rooftop above the slide. She’d given up trying to shoo the pesky thing away months ago. It would just sit there nonchalantly until she got the courage to push it off its perch; at which point s
SignsThe pens, neglected on the floor,
The empty art book, hidden away,
The camera, stashed in the corner...
The broken watch on the table,
The stacks of unfinished projects,
The soft, squishy teddy bear
and the playlists, forever on repeat,
All saying the things she dare not tell.
Circle of Hidden ThoughtsA trickling tear turns into a stream,
Allowing thoughts and questions to swim
around and around in circles.
A whirlpool, fast and strong,
Pulls at the edges of happy thoughts,
Dragging them under, into darkness.
Silence, complete and sudden
as voices are drowned
beneath heavy weights.
A wailing echoes from savage winds,
Whistling across the cracks
in a tightly closed jar.
A deafening explosion erupts
and the whirlpool dissipates,
Waves crashing around.
Droplets gather and puddles form.
The ground, a swamp
of unsolved problems.
Slowly, drained and dried up
until the next trickling tear
turns into a stream.
Two With Rhyming NamesI've tried to write a poem
countless, countless times,
About and for
two wonderful friends of mine.
But it's come out all wrong,
sounding, quite simply, soppy.
And the phrasing... Well,
I wont begin to explain how sloppy!
I discovered they had rhyming names,
This was incredibly exciting.
But besides the glee and possibilities,
It didn't do anything for my writing!
So I'll close by saying this,
though it is not nearly enough.
Because describing how much I love them
really is quite tough!
To the two amazing women
on whom I can wholly depend,
I cannot explain how much it means
to call you both my friend.
No More CupcakesTemperamental.
That's what I'd call
my second mind.
The one the governs
all actions and reactions;
overreacting to the smallest thing.
It's like it decides
'I'm sick of baking cupcakes,
here's some slop instead!'
'There's still plenty
flour, sugar, eggs,
But lets make slop!
Oh, you're going out with friends?
Fine. Here's ONE cookie.
Can't have them seeing you eat stale bread.
Now lets go back to cupcakes,
Leaving your other mind to worry
how long until I switch to something horrid.'
Cupcakes to slop,
Cookies to stale bread,
I'd call my mind temperamental.
Bracelet of MagicSometimes you need a key
to open every lock.
Perhaps your friend's secret diary,
Open it and give them a shock!
Sometimes you need a coin
for just a little chance.
Maybe that certain someone
will give you a second glance!
Sometimes you need a bell
to bring music to your day.
Whilst everyone has iPods,
You've found a better way.
Sometimes you need a whistle
to gain someone's attention.
And then, sound it once again
to break the awkward tension.
Sometimes you need a stone
to hold tightly as you wish.
If you listen closely,
You can hear it granted with a 'swish'.
Sometimes you need a candle
for just a little light.
To fight away the darkness
or help that creative spark ignite.
Sometimes you need a marble
to see the world upside-down.
Though others wont, if you just believe,
It's enough to lift you off the ground.
Sometimes you need a teddy
for a bit of extra love.
Or to tell that secret crush
that you'll never, ever speak of.
Sometimes you need a bracelet of charms
for just a little magic
BlueIf I was a colour,
I would be blue.
Like the ocean
or the sky when it's dark,
before it turns black.
As blue as children draw rain.
A deep blue paint,
Splashed across the canvas
Like a blue moon
that is rarely see.
Or like the colour of sapphires,
And lips in the cold,
Like certain emotions
and the imaginary
colour of tears.
If I was seen as a colour,
you would see me as blue.
UnspokenFor the love
I never shared.
For the things
I'll never tell.
For all the secrets
Big and small.
For the times
I ignored the calls.
For all the words
I left unspoken.
I'm now drowning
In my emotions.
Left BehindEveryone is constantly leaving
their wishes are coming true
I always feel like I'm grieving
are my wishes not true too?
The wind chooses to grace you
caressing you, making life a splash
but my path is not in view
and I am not graced, I am ash.
I was a beautiful blazing fire
flames so sure and so bright
but now they are dull and dire
nothing now seems right.
Everyone is moving on
leaving with such eager smiles
but I cry when they're gone
we're separated by many miles.
I may not have even known you
but I still wept when I heard the news
maybe I just wanted to leave too
but there's no new path for me to choose.
I'll be here, stuck in an unwanted time
wind will not caress me, I will be swept away
this sadness is like a never-ending slime
I just wish that I didn't have to stay.
You will not even think of me there
you do not even know I exist
I'll just flutter into nothing in the air
I surely will not be missed.
For I am always left behind.
I Built A HouseI built a house
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
ConfessionI never really expected us to last
Never truly thought we'd make it
Cause when I surrendered my heart to you
I was fully convinced you'd break it
Twelve and ThirteenIn that moment I knew we could never be, for you were Twelve and I, Thirteen.
Perhaps to some no problem at all, but for me and you, an invisible wall.
In a world where the numbers keep on going, Twelve and I were stuck: we were never growing.
For, you see, in a place like this, certain numbers can't live in a state of bliss.
Twelve was caught in a time of the past, while I remained caught in a time built to last.
He could not move and neither could I, for, you see, time always flies by.
Twelve was in his own realm, a dungeon of sorts; I in the helm, wearing all quartz.
But as time trickles down in uneven streams, even I, Thirteen, bursts at the seams.
Twelve watched on as the year wound down, and me, stuck there, about to drown.
I cried out for help to no avail, Twelve breaking down and beginning to wail.
And then, they cheered, those people down there, Fourteen descending down the stairs.
She was beautiful, glorious, just like me, and just like Twelve and what he used to be.
Rub'i of DisillusionYou ask of my health, and my well being -
I smile, reply; for what you are seeing
foreshadows what I am, disillusioned:
What I imagined in you... gone... fleeing
RomanticismIn the slightest ray of delighted light,
I hold my wetted savior to my eyes,
And think of all that once I might
Have lost in my strenuous tries.
Through beauty and agony I see
The confusion of smoky bliss
Even as it may only be
My loveliest hour and my last night's kiss.
The Wasteland Of Your YouthListen to the words that rest easiest in your heart
‘A boy is coming that will change everything
With seven shades of emerald green in his eyes
One kiss from his lips will end your suffering
And he’ll wake you with a whisper from this nightmare
Prising the hands of hindsight from around your throat
While endeavouring to burst these unwanted thought bubbles
Before they have even had a chance to float
He’ll help you prick them with his narcolpetic needle
So you can fall back in to the limbo of your dreams
Where each lake of loathing can lead to endless love
But only through a passage of patience upstream
Take caution though as the resistance of the current
Is akin to the resistance he feels from you
To open those brown eyes that you’ve hidden so safely
Behind the flooded wasteland of your youth
Un-CoupletThere are scissors on the floor;
They could hurt me.
There are baskets by the door;
They are the enemy.
There are claws in my thighs;
I feel them tearing.
There is light that will arise;
I feel it glaring.
There is whispering in my head;
I hear them calling.
There are sharpened pieces of lead;
I hear them falling.
I want to cry; I want to die;
Save me from my own sad lie.
Without GoodbyeTime's running out,
Every second on the clock.
You're hastily leaving without...
I pray for closure: a lock.
Every second on the clock,
I'm still wondering why...
I pray for closure: a lock,
A single word of goodbye.
I'm still wondering why
you're hastily leaving without
a single word of goodbye.
Time's running out!
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