The skeletons of leaves, shade into darker hues of the core
Covering in a fleece coat
Grass is free of moisture
The skys jewel coated in a smooth gust of gray
Beneath the fingers that glide across the wooden fence, shutters Read more »
Right now, I wish nothing could be ignored
The feelings could somehow
Be Changed and deeply restored
The penetrating worry lingers on
I clench the last reassurance Read more »
These tears never seem to stop falling
I am still wondering if I could be dreaming
The feelings I feel still hang over me
My head and heart have become so exhausted
But sleep won’t come to set me free
You have fixed me before
I am like a broken record
The rhythm is off, but the tune is good enough
I lie, roll, fall, and tumble,
My heart is torn, yet I still wonder
I feel the rush of the rain storm
The wind shivers on
As the days go long Read more »
My heart is a broken piano key
It is torn apart on the walls
For everyone to see
The wallowing time
Has only just started
Because you gave up the climb
I wish there was something said Read more »
The waters cold, the air is warm, and the rocks beneath our feet are slippery. The walk is short, the time is long, and the climax is overheating. Our legs plunging against the current, bring out bodys up stream. It is only up to your knees, yet it is already chilling us. My foot slips and I grip your forearm. You grab onto me before I fall and bring me back to my feet. We are both laughing, as I continue to traipse with caution. The water goes to our ankles as we land on a muddy shore. Our toes, getting mud between them. I shift my body in the awkward moment. Our clothes fully on and the secluded, soft section of the river awaits us. I venture out first, climbing up a tall, steep rock that overlooks the small body of river water. There is moss and dry rock that comforts my shaky feet. You are now beside me, gazing down with me. In a swift movement, I snatch your hand and pull your body with mine. The moment is so short, so sweet. The breeze of the fast action, pushes the hair falling from my braid out of my face. In a split second we break through the water, creating a racket of noise. My body is submerged, my hand still gripping yours. I burst out of the water gasping for a breath of fresh air. I blink to remove the water droplets that cover my eyelids. I open them to see you and you hair squashed to your head, in a shade ten times darker than the blonde. Read more »
I am running my fingers across your knee and you move it away in a chuckling fleet. Your smirk lights up my eyes and I do it again to see the surprise. This time you hold a serious face and I shove your shoulder, then you smile wide. The time is seeming to slip right through my fingers , being so close to you, I am trying to match my breathing to yours. Our forearms meet on the armrest, heat filling my body. Then our shoulders met in an effect to the warm. I could feel my breath getting uneven, my heart beginning to run away from my body. I begin playing with the ticklish part of your knee. You are calm, still and slowly turn to me, you have lifted your hand to cover your mouth, our distance still so close. I turn my head moments after you do. Your up close now, inches away. I don't move, afraid of losing this closeness. Moments pass before I realize that we are just staring. But I couldn't face the thought of moving, my gut twists in the nervousness of the realization. I turn away, and you follow a few seconds later. My heart slowly returns to me, and butterflies flutter in my tummy. If I didn’t feel anything yet, I definitely do now, but I also definitely felt something before.
What Have I done?
What have I done?
Could you just tell me before
My heart, splits up and runs
what have I done?
They make fun of her hairs
They gossiped on her thighs
They beat at her insecuritys
They labeled her the moment she entered the door
They murmered the secret curves that cover her body
Words shred accross her skin
You can feel the pain she tastes
You can understand what her tears mean
When she walks by them all
Her heart stops with her breath
"Fat, loner, nerd,
Gigantic, slut, desperate,
Loser, ugly, nasty"
How could this be jealousy?
Wods pound in her head
She twists a nail in her hand
"Continue on, continue on"
Says the bravery in her
She is brave
She is strong
She is all I can never be
She’s intelligent uncontrollably
She can make anyone uncomfortable Read more »
For awhile I forgot about your existance
It sounds quite rude and mean
But the truth is, I couldn't stick around
I felt sucked up in your warp
Your disguising filth
It is much lighter up here
A lot nicer people too
It's almost a whole new world
My quaint serenity
This place is sweet and simple
Every once in awhile
We cross paths
But our eyes don't greet
I feel safer like this
In a distant place
Safe has never been so nice
The fear of your wrath
Has subsided to a distant hum
Of course it will never leave
For awhile, its disappearance felt like forever
In the past couple of weeks
It shrieks near by
Subtle hints that you still exist
Lie about the floor
Scattered in a mess and heap
I don't bother to touch them
However, it is quite infuriating
Silence has never seemed so loud
You don't scare me anymore
You just make me mad till my grip bursts
I want to put a barier between us
As tall and long as the great wall
Your motives are cold and lost
I am glad I have found strength
You stand in the background like a coward
Threaten me to distant friends
Why don't you approach me
I will give you a free shot to my face
Just be ready for my to throw it back
I can't take your lies for long
I will get enough anger to approach you Read more »
My stomach twists and turns. You are right there. Living, breathing, taking in whatever we are staring at. My vision is blurred by the rush of thought. You smell like cologne, and toothpaste. The bitter thoughts seep through my pores again. I can hear the inhaling and exhaling. The loud movement of your diaphragm. My eardrums pull in tension. The scrapping of my thumb nail grinding into my palm. I use it as a distraction of the aggravating nervousness that rests at the pit of my stomach. The softness of your hands settings in. Lifting the hair off my body like an electrocution might. The feeling sending chills that raise small bumps on my skin. My body barely moves. I focus on the tension in my ears again. You rattled your vocal chords with your mouth to clear the esophagus and let out a soft cough. I feel like heat rising from my hand, the sense of your body diagonal from me. I can’t see your face, but I feel my face get hot. I get the chill from my head to my heels when your eyes rest on me. My heart is making an enormous amount of noise. As if someone is locked inside, screaming and banging. The being, scraps its hands along my insides. Read more »
Your arms swing around me
My heart skips the beat
I hear your name
And my face lights up Read more »
You give me looks
And the butterfly’s start to come
Whenever I look at you
Smiles aren’t minimized to just some
I hear your voice Read more »
First it pierces through the tender skin
Letting the liquid flow, pulsing through the veins
The quick pinch subsides, but the soreness sticks
Eyelids begin to fall past my pupils
Blinking repetitively as to not doze off Read more »
I can feel you now
Can taste it on my tongue
I can sense you now
A burning in my lungs
And I can hear you now
Ripping through my ear drum
Water seethes against my skin
But my touch is ice cold
I wrap myself in all love supplied
Hiding from the frozen air
But, now,I can feel release Read more »
She grips onto the camera tighter, her hands shaking the lens. She squats lower resting her elbow on the top of the boulder. Over her toes, she feels the water rushing to her ankles and slipping back away. Her jeans that were rolled up to the knees are slipping in her position. The bitter air biting her cheeks, she squeezes the camera and pushes her elbow farther along the boulder. She leans her eye closer to the view finder, her finger tips climbing up the side of the camera.
“Squawk!” The Seagull seems to shout at her.
Jumping back from the camera and hitting the tall rocky cliff behind her. She glares at the Seagull, its feathers covered in a tan with brown speckles.
“Squawk!” The seagull shouts again. Read more »
You may get lost and that comes with a cost
The more time taken choosing your future, the longer the suture
Don't get too scared, face the doubled dog dared
Your future is still bright, Get ready to take flight
Remember why you closed the box and covered it with rocks
Mistakes are not meant to be repeated, so don't get re-seated
You can always make new ones, in fact you will make a tons
But that's no reason to stop being, so don't go fleeing
Stay close to where your heart hides, they will help find whats left inside
Sometimes you may feel disgraceful, like your another misplaced 'who?'
Remember who your friends are, and don't let then go to far
And being quite truthful, means we can still be youthful
Dear The Future You,
Once upon a time there was a little boy and a little girl. It was the first day of school, ever, and somehow these two people made a bond that was completely unbreakable. We would play until it got dark, and we would laugh until our parents came to pick us up. As we grew, our parents arranged a week vacation together. For eight years and still going strong. We would take road trips across New England and parts of Canada. Up until the 6th grade, everyone bothered us about how one day we would be married. I remember sitting at the lunch table and both us shaking hands on the deal that we would never like each other in that way. I remember the cafeteria go quite as we did it. After that no one really bothered us. Then in the 7th grade, the teachers finally broke up us for homerooms for the first time. I was worried that our friendship wouldn't last, I guess we proved that theory wrong.
At our last dance in 8th grade, last year, I really thought it maybe one of the last real times left with you. So when that last dance rolled along and I could feel tears well up in my eyes, remembering that in less than a week we would be in a big high school separated. We found each other, at what felt like, the middle of the dance floor. Then at graduation, our parents gathered us together for pictures. We put on a smile and listened to every ones comments on how nice we looked in our formal attire. When we hugged goodbye you reminded me we would see each other again for that week of summer. Read more »
Your nose tip is red like Rudolph
The snowflakes passing by
Decembers early cold air
Makes the naked tree's shiver
Lights stream along houses
Lighting up windows
Zippers and boots
Coats and sweaters
Help us stay out
Till the dead of hours
Snowmen look like marshmallows
A carrot to even out the sugar
The cat and the neighbors dog
Slip and slide across
Ice covered driveways
Inside, behold a glowing fire
And a house that smells
Like the floating aroma of cookies
Chestnuts roast on an open fire
Floors by the doors
Are wet from the boots and jackets
That drip along the tiles and wood
The ovens heating all day
To keep the kitchen warm
The weather man says
It's not letting up for days
Mom sighs and Dad smirks
I can hear the plow begin to go
The skies covered in a soft gray
Snowflakes are caught upon tongues
The cold chill makes me
Feel calm minded
Air feels fresher than a daisy
The birds who stay
Make the mornings sweeter
Take a picture before it melts
A light breeze lifts me off my feet.
Glides elegantly, with some charm
Surrounded by the grass all neat
The cows disappearing into dark barns
In a white dress past my knees
Brittle bark, the smell so sweet
All the trees moving like the large seas
Waiting for some ships to come, like a fleet
A soft glow from windows
The air gliding with the sound of violins
Its winds as sharp as the arrows
The air chills, winter beings
Some leave, just some sparrows
The sky begins to be filled
I can see Orions belt from here
I touch ground for a coat, winters got me chilled
“Mr. Pevency?” The short women behind the counter questioned.
The assistant had glasses on, they rested on the tip of her nose. Her hair was twisted in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, slicked back with an excessive amount of gel. She wore a dark purple cardigan and a pair of black slacks.
“That is me. I am here for the job interview.”
“Yes,” Her eyes glared at me from over the brim of her glasses. “Take the elevator to the fifth floor.” She shoved a paper into my face, with one hand, and with the other pointing to the sleek elevator.
“Thank you.” I grasped the paper and turned in the direction of the elevator.
Music filled the elevators interior, the bottom covered with a dark charcoal tile. The elevator glided up to the second floor, when it came to a stop. A short man with a bald head came through the opening door. He pressed the button for the fourth floor and avoided eye contact. To pass the few more moments on the elevator I picked at the lint upon my suit.
“Good day!” I said as he left without a word.
The sliding doors began to shut and nervousness of the interview began to settle in on me.
“Wait! Sir, may you please hold the elevator?” A woman with blonde hair, red heels, and a green dress came charging towards the elevator.
“Of course, Miss.” I said pressing the button to let the doors stay open. Read more »
He was once such a nice boy, why did the ship have to take him down?
In such a small town, how could this have gone down?
I see me shutter, In his dark eyes, bring me down
Shatter every memory, till the end of the day
Every smiling memory, Throw down the drain.
I heard the rumors go around
I watch the old kid movies in my head
Watching this get thrown away
Every hope is lost
Your just the most missed
No, I don’t like you
Don’t be so full of yourself
You think you’re an armada, when you have become a floaty
When did this happen? How did you get so far out?
Every thought every love blown away
I watched go away
Like the titanic you sank, faster, faster
Hold on to your hand
Watch you go, go, down
It seems like the devil could’ve taken you know
I have my pants and shirt clasping my body. The blankets pulled right below my chin. I reach out and push up the window to feel the air come in. The rain outside has a distant, heavy, patter. Every once in a while the wind will bring in a few drops. Theres a trickling rain pattern coming from outside the window. Its soft, slow, and settling. the cool breeze realeases the tension in my eye lids. Suddenly I feel sleep wash over my like a wave. I feel the air bring my sleeping self through the window frame and through the yard. Past the houses and thousands of miles to the nearest ocean shore. I notice a chair close to the water. The air has a bit of humidity in it, making my skin feel pasty. I sit down slowly in the chair. The arms almost seem to hold me to prevent me from toppling over. I lean my head back and feel the sense of secruity I haven't felt for years. The chair is wooden and has a darker, cherry tree, color. The chair was simple, but had a clean cut. The kind of perfection in a basic thing, only found in the wise and experienced. The arms go out straight and then curve downward. They curve all the way to the seat of the chair and make a spiral curl. The back is simple with just a head board and a thin piece between the seat and the head board. The chairs legs seem to be embeded into the sand. I strunch my toes down into the sand. I lean back my head and let out a sigh. I image me looking into my grandma's eyes.
I am creating a story with in multiple poems. This is the beginning and who knows where I will decide to end it. Each poem having to do with this story will have a number beside the title letting you know which one it is. Keep reading.
You come in
Without a trace of where you came
I feel you there
When I sleep
My imagination playing out, again
I try to tell
That you are gone
You were never supposed to be kept
On a pile of cardboard boxes
You sat there
On the top
Covered with a blanket of dust
Light seeped in
That curtain that we found here in the house
Here in this
Dusty and stained
Box of belongs
I can sense
The brittle days
Slipped under the good
I know that
In the box
Lies before the me and the now
Seem to want to
Seek out what I was never told
Now if only
I could find that
Cursed key that opens this wooden box
I watch you in the studio
Along the floor and in the air
Ribbon Ties up the calves
Crowd in fancy dress ware
Bring in the orchesta
The conductors swift arms
Swing with the music
She spins alone
Soft and elegant
With no sound
The crowd stands
Applauds for the music
Flowers are being thrown
But she walks off
As if the crowd stayed silent
Your tender face inches away.
The car switch's lanes.
The sky is dark.
In your hands flips the only light other than car lights.
The light bounces of your blue eyes.
Your earbud falls out.
I pick it up and run my hand under your chin.
Slowly moving it to your ear.
You take it from me.
I pull my hand back, worried.
You turn slightly and smile.
Lips inches near.
Every chance I got.
Sand squished between my toes.
I remember lying in the sand with you hours ago.
Now we lie here again together.
In the lonley dark.
Whispering our words.
People sit near by.
Its as if were alone.
The fireworks ignite to the sky.
All I can focus on is you.
The way the fireworks make you look.
Make your chest rise up faster.
The campfire sizzles and crumples.
The sun has gone.
Bugs bite at my bare legs.
I slap at one anxiously.
I look at you and back to the sky.
I speak softly.
Is that the second star to the right.
Your look at me with a crooked grin.
I slowly say, like in Peter Pan.
You hesitate but blurt out laughing.
I whack at you.
Who do you think I am, Tiger Lily?
I hear my heart pounding in my chest. I lean back against the dining room chairs as my mother walks around the kitchen frantically yelling about how I didn't wash the dishes before she came home and I can hear my older sister trying not to laugh while she hides behind the wall. I stand, poker face and all. I let my arms dangle on my sides and I stand there silently as she stops whipping her hands telling me to be more like my sister. What my mother doesn't know is that I am on a special diet of all vegetables and fruit and only small amounts of grains. I am trying to get into shape for soccer tryouts in only a few weeks. Of course my mother plays the part of the 'perfect' parent. Works in an at home office to be close to the family. However more like we can all hear her fights with her boss on the phone. She came to every game back in middle school. More like she wanted to make fun of how bad my teams sucked. It was incredible how my mother could be so oblivious. I let out a sigh as she rambled on about how lazy I was. I just ran for twenty minutes before she came home. My sister however has sat on the couch eating popcorn and stealing your fancy chocolates. She wonders why she gains so much weight. My mother pity's her for her chubbiness. She's good in math, I am not. I am the best reader in my graduating eighth grade class but my mother could careless. In the first grade I was the worst and had stuttering like my older sister. I hated her even then and promised myself I would get better. Read more »