And overall student of the world
(Currently a student at High Point Regional High School)
yet innately harmonious
a cacophony of noise
shrouding my body
battering from above
heat and humidity
caressing my body as I walk
Barefoot on the open gravel
Shouts are heard
from countless merchants
from the shops and bazaars
the honking of horns
the ringing of bells
and motor rickshas
people bustle around
performing a dizzying range of tasks
yet all working
to a common goal
Yet amidst the chaos
Children run through the streets
weaving between countless giants
to sate their desire for fun
and exercise their fragile innocence
unmarred by the horrors of the world.
A beautiful mess
of livelihood and dreams of success
a true cultural experience for the senses
While it may not seem the most appealing at first
I don't know how else to stress
an amazing experience for all who enter nonetheless
I wanted to write you something..
About how two dorks meet
And fall for each other
Then imagined how you'd read it
calling it clichè
after reading just a bit
Most of my poems for you end up that way.....
That's what I'm going to write about today.
I hate that word clichè
What does it mean anyway?
Is it bad, is it wrong?
Is it something that people frown upon?
I wouldn't dare to talk of your ocean eyes, in which I get lost
Or Those horrid stars
Who knew not of "twinkle" till they saw your eyes
I would never write about your dimple, your voice... I mean like that's even a choice
I should write of things less clichè
Like pirates... With manatees ...On a spaceship.. Keeping' it simple
Do you despise clichè?
Seriously.. Tell me if you feel that way....
I can most certainly write about
Much more you see
From your pyromania
To love of the big city
From the middle name of Claire
... And let's not forget the hair
And while i still understand not of this clichè
And I have left to say-
My my friend
And I love you <3
If you don't understand this poem that is most likely because it is filled with ever so many inside jokes from manatee-knees to her quirky smile to her chin dimple to the way she loves to burn things- In all her weirdness I love her and I just wanted to post this because while I gave this to her on her birthday-i'd like a back up incase I lose my copy :P
yet deceitful, and burning with hate
she tempts one an all,
to dance before her world's entrance gate
an artist, a poet,
with but one greatest regret
for the art that she hath mastered
that left her audience unable to applaud
Sent down from your throne in heavens gate
to the torrential dullness of earth
the mear morals around me would call this "paradise lost"
yet I refer to it as my paradise found
For were the angles to be banished to earth
what may one state the difference be?
If there be such beauty in this world as you-
heaven doth speak out of sheer vanity
as to call itself the epitome of prosperity?
and forth to label itself paradise
for as far as the mear mortal known as I
true paradise lay not in gates of pearl,
yet rather in your heart of gold
I tried to skate, for the first time in my life.
at 17 years old... a noble strife
tough... an understatement
for apparently..uncoordinated am I .
So here's what I learned:
Skating is life
there are those who are learning
who must hold on for help
and those who glide with grace
and try to help the rest
neither age nor time matter
everyone working together
and slowly getting better
in it's litteral essence
learning to survive on thin ice
and having good friends
good people to guide you
aiding in whatever you may do
makes it all worthwhile
and all the more fun
to fall on your bum
and get up to try again
I felt bad so many people were spending time to try and help me... when they could be having fun. Yet only now have I realized that that's just how it is. And I realized that im surrounded by some great people. Overall, im glad i did it for I now know that I can trust these wonderful people to always be there to catch me :)
waiting for him to ride by on his bike
Bringing with him the air of summer and grass stained clothes
We ride together, speeding through puddles
Speeding though problems like they are
but puddles- oil stained
we ride through time, without rhyme or reason
Without purpose or direction
we leave that oak tree
I know it is wrong, for I still have much time
and that as of now you are still and forever mine
but what about when forever shall end?
what will happen when I loose you my friend?
When and If I loose you so, will my world be the same?
Will I smile, will I dance, or will I live my life in shame?
shame that I was once happy, and I lost that with you
Could I move on, would I move on
and more importantly would you?
For losing you will hurt, oh it will hurt quite a lot
for in my heart, you occupy an ever special spot
what's worse you see is that you emanate in my view
in everything I look at or hear, I always end up seeing you
From the cute panda hats, to the pots of fresh coffee
to the lines at the mall no matter how long they might be
from the fabricated store flowers, to fresh red rosses mid- bloom
to the smell of fresh cookies, the aura that fills the room
and perhaps most importantly
the song I first heard you sing,
"some things are meant to be"
and how the truth behind that name...
is what your presence helped me see
It kinda shows that there are a lot of you who are sad out there...
and for those of you who are
It'll all be okay :)
As I walk through the streets of Newark
on this christmas' eve
I see as the mayans did
a world plunged in calamity
For I see not lovebirds walking by
nor do I see the old men waving hi
where have all these good people gone?
does anyone else see anything wrong?
The stores, not decorated festively
but one wreath perched up high
as the TV screens buzz on
about murder, rape, and genocide
Is this what has become of christmas eve?
if so I truly do not believe
that there is any value in the holiday
well at least not anymore...
and it all might as well have ended
more than 3 days ago
honestly- mayans- am I too late?
was your doomsday prediction delayed?
a prophesy that we have yet to see
about how we shall destroy ourselves
we all jumped to assume that the end
shall come from some horrid outside force
this allowed us all to just pretend
that humans don't hurt humans- of course.
While there are no children in the streets
and they fear of what may come
from the horrid acts they have seen on TV
they say to Saint Nicholas,
"You ask to know my christmas gift- and I have but one"
"please make sure those who are hurting will get some"
and just as you mayans
came to destroy yourself
is that what we
shall come to do once again?
or is there hope?
Why do You tempt us so?
or attempt to tempt as I may say
to intrinsically Covett us with your beauty?
your feinted image but puddle-rooted
waver as you may...
For is it every flower's duty?
to lure in weary enamored travelers
and be loved only by blinded wayfarers?
hence the expression stop and smell the roses-
And yet You have come to be known
as the pinnacle of beauty and love
whilst You would know not of either
compassion, romance, and emotion...
more of a lack thereof..
for true beauty is not measured
by the magnificance of your flower
but is rather found in beauty of your roots
the same can be said for love
it requires but one to do the digging...
Tonight we fly
under the stars
that light the night sky
our movements illuminated
by the night's shining light
soon we will
and in the sky
while it may seem
that we are drifting
A P A R T
we'll always fly together
many claim their girls are one- of- a- kind
it's just that is not the case for mine
for most it is just a state of mind
A notion they follow blindly
for I know my girl can't be the only one
crafted ever so perfectly
Made to by the same model
There must me many more
for I know that there are others like her
made beautiful inside and out
from her frizzy golden hair
to her chin dimple and sassy pout
there are many others like her -
of that I am sure
and they are called angles
...and in the heavens they soar
As you write about your hike
your lovely camp, your big bug bite
your sachem day
oh and all the games of tennis you play
with all the names of the songs you sing
I love how you write to me about anything
from star-gazing towers to grass cutting
your letters whisper these sweet nothings
of your thoughts written but never heard
and I cherish every word
descending from heaven's height
to cover the world with your beauty and might
amongst others you may feel insignificant- meek
but remember always- YOU ARE UNIQUE!
Sitting on the edge of the unknown
hand-in-hand staring at the sky
we whisper sweet nothings
and watch the celestial turbulence
even the stars are falling for you
As the beautiful leaves
upon high bristled trees
must fall as fall turn winter
we must, as time comes
fall over and die
but we shan't do it alone-
for we must die
and while many years shall go by
until we must think of such things
we need not mourn this fate
this ominous end, this opening gate
for just being allowed to die
makes us lucky
for the number of people unborn
the acceptance of existence- torn
shadows any number we could see
more than the grains of sand
in the sahara, and
more than the fishes in the sea
and of those unborn ghosts
are greater poets, better hosts
better scientists, never to put on lab coats
when thinking of the billions
that could be here replacing the millions
making our existences seem small and meek
against these stupefying odds
you and I, no scourge of the gods
in all our ordinariness
we are the lucky ones.
Inspiration and I...
We never seem to
D A N C E
I've been standing at the other side of the room
For weeks now.
One day, Inspiration will accept to my proposal
and It'll be fully commited, one day.
Until then, I'll dance alone.
Every time i see you
It's like love at first sight
my heart falls to my stomach
my palms get sweaty
my voice runs away
To be honest
I force myself not to do the same
every time i see you
my mind goes blank
or previous notion
It focuses on you
your perfect pink lips
your crystal blue eyes
your beautifully frizzy hair
That space between your fingers
--where mine belong--
oh if i could sing
we could make such a beautiful song
i would never do you any wrong
somehow you heard what i was trying to say
and then you said "yes'
--my heart screamed YAY!--
every time i see you I forget
that I can call you my own
and feel as if we are but strangers
and I am falling in love with you
for the first time in my life
But I promise you
I will soon conquer this nervousness
the guy you signed up for :)
And ill give you all my love
The perpetual rain
of stress and distain
sadness and sorrow
just people waiting
for a better 'morrow
in this dreaded gloom
very few are brave enough
to come out and bloom
I happened to see one,
and my heart went
I may have skipped a few beats
thinking about you
waiting for you in the summer heats
running past you,
in muddy cleats
One like you, rare indeed
not afraid of the rain,
and planting your own seed
and when I see you
I melt into another puddle in the rain
amongst the crowd- all the same
yet puddles can hope to love
yet in your world of magic
I am but one of many muggles
alas, the only ones who fall in love with puddles
are those who dance in the rain
All I have left to say
and I will be here for you
(I only wish she was in school today so I could give it to her...)
the pulse, that can stop my heart’s beat
or start it anew once more
crutches that keep me standing strong
through the good times and wrong
Two beautiful jewels as blue as the ocean,
... I tend to get lost out at sea
Purer than the softest silk
and more beautiful than you could ever think
warms me to my core
And always leaves me thinking of you, more and more
Changes life’s very meaning
From innately odd, to beautifully teaming
is as pure as a drop of gold
and far more precious
longing, hoping, waiting to interlock with yours
but a pillow
but a tissue, to wipe your every tear
your eternal happiness
beats for you and you alone
all yours if only
You could take it’s dictionary-
and rip out the word lonely
and I could say to you
What I’ve been trying to say
Since I fell for you
I, I love you.
I tried to write you a song
about all the things you do
but trying to rhyme with
is really hard to do
So I settled for a poem
But i guess you could sing that too
so let's just call this a song
you taught me a lot
to the meaning of synechdoche
but that's not why
you make me happy
Maybe it's your smile
but that's so cliche'
well what is it
that I'm actually trying to say
I think im going a bit crazy
I don't know what to do
but I don't want to do anything