Sep 29
poem 8 comments challenge: Time
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Her eyes were open books
In which men would read strange matters
But her heart was a fortress
Sheltering her from disaster.
Because she couldn’t fall in love
Because free-fall leads to fall-out
And at some point, when you’re up so high
You’ve got to come crashing down.
Her hair dripped down her back
It was just like wet paint
Brush strokes of shiny, jet-black
The artist unaware of his masterpiece.
Her skin was porcelain
Her nails varnished perfectly.
She smelled like a burning garden
A beautiful, floral, tragedy.
She was chaotic and enigmatic
She hardly felt real
Because the whole point of a person
Is to be unbelievable.
She was strong and brave
Yet so often afraid
She was intelligent, yet illogical
But she never made mistakes.
And since she was impossible
Everyone knew her name
Because she was the girl
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Sep 06
poem 4 comments challenge: Unsaid
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Damaged Goods

I’m a bouquet of wilted flowers
I’m a broken empty vase
I’m chipped, worn out, stripped of my power
I’m out of touch and out of place
What you see is what you get
Because they said that I was broken
That I was damaged goods
And so I knew that no one would want me
Who would want the kind of girl
Who just gives it up for free?

Before I was touched
I possessed a kind of beauty
It was a kind of fascination
Preserved in delicate chastity.
But as soon as I was wanted
As soon as someone touched me
The perfect image was shattered
And all that was left was me.
The pieces around me were scatted
And I was exposed for everyone to see.

Maybe I wasn’t’ in love with him
But that doesn’t mean I wanted to lose him.
It’s just so hard for me to be alone
I should have been more comfortable on my own
But that’s not who I was
It’s not who I am
Aug 16
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Why are you afraid of falling apart?
Go ahead now, shatter
And you'll make a beautiful mosaic.
They make art from broken mirrors.
Fall apart, break. Do what you please.
Because someone will put you back together
Tear at every edge, you'll still be a masterpiece
Don't know where you're going?
Then any road will get you there.

You might not always be the way you are now
But there's nothing wrong with that.
Change is what we need to survive
Otherwise we can't go forward at all
We'd be stuck here forever, frozen in time
And our children would forever be small
No one would be able to move on with their lives
We'd be like the mad hatter and march hare
Stuck in eternal tea time

So speak in the languages that you don't understand
Draw brand new shapes that haven't been invented
Fall in love in new cities, even in new states
Laugh too hard and make silly mistakes
Aug 16
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Words are power
Because Words have meaning
And meaning is important
Because meaning is feeling
And feeling is compulsion
And compulsion is control
And you can try to resist it
But it's irresistable.

Like how Thought is a word that is logical
When Feeling is one that's freewheeling
In example, Wrong is a word that is more of a thought
Whereas Right is most definitely a feeling.

Strength is a word that I want to achieve
Weakness is a word that's all too familiar
Heart is a word that is special to me
And Hate is one that's peculiar

Science is a word that I understand
And Love is a word that I don't
History is a word that moves in a cycle
And Now is a word that I feel in my bones.

Death is a word that I think about a lot
Yet I still don't know much about it
And Life is a word of which I know even less
Though it seems that I'm still here living it.
Aug 05
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Learning to Fly

Today you are on a mission
Whatever it may be
You could be closing an age old gap
Between strangers who once were friends
Or helping pick up the pieces
Left in heartbroken ends
Maybe your telling
what needs to be told
Or warming a heart
that's been left in the cold
You could be lifting the burden
off of some man's back
Or lengthening a leash,
cutting some slack.
Maybe your mission
is just to brave
You don't need to win
or to save the day
If you can just muster
the strength to start again
You can get back out there
and you can make new friends
Anything is possible
I swear it to be true
Because you are awesome.
You are you.

I know that you're scared
And I know that you're tired.
But, honey, what's the difference
Between scared and inspired?
Just count the small steps
Between stressed and relaxed,
Aug 05
poem 4 comments challenge: If Only
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To Turn Back Time

I'm looking for time
Have any of you seen her?
This may sound crazy
But I wanted to ask her a favor.
I thought she could help me
She'll do anything if you ask nicely
I hope I haven't made her angry
I just...
I wanted to turn back time.

Because I was the one who played it safe
I never gave myself away.
Because my blood was young
But my heart was old
I settled for silver
Instead of choosing gold.

And time may not understand
Because she's always been fearless
But I'd really like a second chance
To live my life free of cowardice
This may not make any sense
But such is my life
I've never done anything senseless
Like going on a quest to turn back time.

Because everything was fine yesterday
And then death took it all away.
And love was gone for some odd reason.
And life missed out for closing season.

Jul 27
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When the World Goes Blind

Imagine it was all gone
The mountains, the bodies, the oceans
Imagine it had all turned to blackness.
Imagine only being able to hear their voices
And not see the expressions on their faces
Imagine only smelling your grandmother's white linen perfume
And hearing her smooth, comfortingly quiet voice.
You wouldn't see how frail she became
Just one day, she would be gone
Just like everyone else

Imagine the mundanity, the pointlessness
Of beauty pageants.
Of arguing about race
And superficial politics
Imagine stripping away the fear
Imagine stripping away the stigma
Imagine how stupid it would seem
That you would judge someone
On what they look like
Instead of how they sound
Or how they smell
Or how they feel
Imagine how irrelevant it would be to judge someone
For anything other than who they are.

And they'd ask you if you missed your sight

Jul 25
poem 4 comments challenge: Identity
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Who Will You Be?

Let's sit down on a mountaintop
And take in all the people
Let's look down and smile
Upon our fantastic equals
Going about their everyday lives
Through pain that's unimaginable.
Yet we refuse to open our eyes.

See in this wonderful, wonderful life
It's hard to know if we matter at all
If being a good person is really important
We all get stuck thinking we're small
And that we're much too insignificant.
We think that our very existence
Is much too tiny to make a difference.

But that's where we're wrong
See, we can stay in the corner
We can cry about all of the ways
That we're broken and falling apart
Or we can pick up every broken piece
And build ourselve brand new hearts
Because shattered glass is beautiful
And makes breathtaking works of art.

You can speak up for the voices
That have never been heard
You can meld people's minds
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Jun 23
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A Shot in the Dark

It was like Dawn of the Dead out there in the hall. Ross stepped gingerly over the shattered glass of the library doors. The shards crunched under his feet and he prayed no one would hear him. He looked down at Ali, her face wet from crying, blood soaking her jeans, the bullet had lodged itself in her knee, her beautiful, cross-country-state-championship-winning knee. He had to get her out of there before she lost even more blood. He couldn't risk losing her... Not again. If he was lucky, he could have gotten out quietly, handed Ali off to an ambulance, and he'd be a hero, regardless of what more happened inside this high school.
But Ross Edwards had never had much in the way of luck.
Jun 18
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Be kind to the kids
Who don't have any dreams
Be sweet to the grown ups
Who are tearing at the seams
Give hope to the wishers
Who haven't got stars
And be open to the people
Who don't know who they are.
Treat well the hikers
Who haven't any shoes
And help teach the wisemen
Who haven't got a clue.

Because you are an outsider
And an insider too.
You are everyone else
And everyone else is you.
Because you are kind in your soul
In everything you do.
You are selfless and honest
And friendly and smart.
And you know that everyone's life
Is a priceless work of art.

You're giving them reason
To get out of their beds.
Like a wildfire is starting
Inside their heads.
The gun has gone off
They're out on the racecourse.
Nine seconds to the buzzer
Out on the basketball court.
They're sprinting to the finish line