please squeeze me tight.
Bang! Bang! Boom!
The war is near…
I can hear it outside of my window…
Every night, I hear it get closer…
I also hear something else every night...
Very late into the night,
Between the sounds of the dropping bombs and falling soldiers,
My mom cries in her pillow.
My dad was drafted,
So there is no one to hold her.
And no one to hold me, either.
We’ve been stocking food in the bomb shelter.
Day after day, I have to help my mom put all the necessities in the shelter.
I look out the window and see soldiers marching.
Most of them aren’t even ours.
I fear that one day I will see one of my brothers,
Captured by the enemy, and living as a POW...
And now I’m scared.
I can’t admit it, though, because I need to stay strong for my mom.
I don’t want to hear the guns anymore.
Why can’t everybody stop fighting?
Bang! Bam! Bang! Boom!
Houses erupt in flames...
Voices that I can recognize are screaming out in terror and agony.
They carry on and linger in the still, poisoned air.
My mom grabs me and pulls me into the shelter.
The guns are closer.
Now ALL of the soldiers are from the opposite side.
The war is no longer near…
The war is HERE.
I could probably drain myself of tears right now...
I finally, finally got the guts to ask him out.
I've been wanting to ask him out for the longest time, now...
We've gotten so close.
It's kind of like we're best friends.
I thank the good Lord above because he's in my life.
But I guess I was just too late.
She got to him before I could even say "Hey."
Has she filled every thought she has with his image?
Has she dreamed about him night after night?
Has she taken the time to memorize every feature of his harsh, petite face?
But then again,
I don't know for certain.
Maybe she loves him more than I do...
But she's not the one hurting right now.
She's not the one with a million daggers piercing and stabbing her once beating heart.
She's not the one who has to keep wiping away her tears during class.
She's not the one who will never get to feel his warm hugs.
She's not the one who has to watch him with someone else dreaded day after dreaded day.
She's not the one writing this poem...
I don't mean to seem "woe is me" right now,
But I don't know how else to act.
I've been pricked,
And my wound is getting infected.
He doesn't realize just how much I love him.
He really doesn't.
He doesn't know just how many poems I've written about him.
How many times I've thought about the way he walks and the way he talks.
All the dreams I dream,
Each one includes him.
I've probably written "I <3 Daniel" more than a million times in my notebook.
If only I could tell him.
If only he knew how I felt.
Maybe that would change things...
Maybe the egg wouldn't be on my face...
But then again,
Maybe things would stay the same.
Maybe I'd just have two eggs on my face...
Doesn’t the sky look bluer?
Though the days become shorter than in the Summer, they seem almost too short.
The color palate changes from bright, sunny, electrifying colors
To colors that are mellow and crisp.
Colors such as crimson, mandarin, gold, and peacock.
Leaves litter the winding roads.
People start to wear sweaters and scarves instead of tank tops and shorts.
The waters remain thawed and flow freely in the beginning.
They reflect the multicolored trees that line their banks in a blurred image.
The air gets sharp.
Flowers rest in the night,
And wake up wearing a coat of hard, white frost.
Winds dance to a different tune.
Snowflakes quietly dance down to Earth every once in a while.
Christmas music starts to play in department stores.
People give thanks during the day, and then go crazy and shop late, late in the night.
Fall lasts forever,
But goes by quickly.
Just as we do.
If you stand so very still you just may hear giddy little fireflies (dancing in the moon kissed sky) whisper across the wind a wondrous tale, otherwise kept hidden within their light.
Secrets from the Land of Never Here, a forgotten world where our most coveted dreams are born and shimmering starlight is no longer bound solely to the night.
Fascinating tales of an enchantress, the keeper of bewitched forest, so captivating that even the strongest of hearts fall helpless when caught in the magnetism of her gaze.
Where a hillside water fall displays capricious streams of color crashing down over smooth rocks, the mist creating a delicate rainbow haze.
A land where the wild imagines of poetic minds are captured and given life, where one's inner sprite is encouraged to frolic and flutter, never stifled or confined.
It is a world of endless wonders where each new dawn the brilliant sun rises up into the pristine sky singing out melodious song nourishing the canvas in your mind.
Where fantasy and reality mesh splendidly into the now and the allurement of what tomorrow may bring fills one with anticipation and excitement instead of worry and fear.
A refuge in which time sets forth with specific pace, never late, for one will find themselves right where they should be in the Land of Never Here.
Welcome to the world, baby girl.
I can tell by how you’re wiggling your tiny fingers
that you won’t be able to keep them still in the future
no matter how hard you try.
A painter, a writer, perhaps?
I can tell by your big blue eyes
that you will be breaking hearts left and right
because those eyes are so deep
that all the boys will be so lost in them
that they won’t realize there is no way out until it’s too late.
You are giggling and smiling already.
You’re a happy one, aren’t you?
Mommy’s comforting arms around you will only go so far, my darling.
You’re going to have to find your own, and find ‘em quick
because your pretty little smile tells me
that you aren’t prepared to find out how ugly the world is.
Your pretty little hands
do not know the harm they will be capable of doing.
Your pretty little heart
doesn’t know how many times it will be broken.
Your pretty little mind
doesn’t know how far it will be from the breaking point.
And your pretty little lungs
don’t know that they will stop breathing by your 18th birthday.
I want to know more than your middle name and your favorite breakfast cereal or your favorite color I want to know who you are and what made you that way.
Do you ever consider suicide? Why or why not? Have you ever attempted suicide? Do you know what it's like to be shaking and take a gun to your head almost pull the trigger? Have you experienced the sick feeling after you swallow the fifty second pill? Whats your favorite song what's your favorite lyric from it does it represent who you are? Do you know who you are? Will you show me? If you don't can I help you find it?
Do you want to know where you came from? Do you believe in god? Where do you want to travel do you care about others? Or are you content where you are why don't you like change? Has a loved one passed on and who was it did you scream when you found out? Have you ever cried so hard you couldn't breathe why tell me who did this to you? What do you feel late at night are you scared of the dark?
Do you know what it's like to take a cold blade to your skin? Do you like the look of blood is your bedspread stained red? Have you been molested have you been raped? Did you go to therapy for it? Can you tell me the reason you shake? Would you ever be able to take a life? Would you be able to take your life? What drugs have you done what'd you see while you were on them do you love to be high? Do you love it too much can you ignore the craving at all?
Do you love yourself do you even like yourself? Do you know who you are? Do you know who you are? Do you know who you are? Do you know who I am? Can you help me find out?
With noon’s grim call, I rise too late.
Condensed sunlight through greys and slate.
Awake with a steadfast hunger for sleep,
to push out these pains that so make me weep.
Each day is rushed to a climax too soon,
like some alleyway lover, ‘neath the moon.
‘Neath the moon, I give into wine;
vessel over my wholesome Tyne.
It’s all I have, to numb this pain,
pattern my thoughts, order my brain.
And with self-disgust, I discuss the past,
self-talk: The only friendship built to last.
I think on us all, and what we have been,
a filtered film-still, or some beauty queen,
when life weren’t fair, but fortunes true,
when the sky still ran that azure blue,
love no more than a hungry kiss,
some manufactured teenage bliss.
And lo, I’ve no friend to confide my heart,
each pound of muscle to create my art,
each longing of longing for reader’s love,
and my origins with the stars above.
No, reader, my dear, you’re all that is left,
to align my soul, frequently bereft.
So, read not this page as poetry,
but of the union of you and me,
we sit in life so clumsily
and yet with poise, we love so endlessly.
With razor wings
Beats so fast
You only knew
This wouldn't last
Night and day
Heart so full
About to burst
Want or love
Who can tell
Your magic spell
Tear stained cases
A Lovers caress
Your taper shines
The problem is
Within your mind
Then you left
You took my wish
Heard my heart
Ignored its warnings
The love is gone
It's left for good
It's just a mood
Sick to death
Of all this fear
Covered in tears
Seize the moment
Live for today
I wouldn't trade
One moment away
You love me
Or do you not
You are every thought
Don't you dare
give me that stare
act like you care
You don't have the right to pretend
that in the end
You like me for my hands
As much as you just wanted to fuck me.
So don't hold my hand and talk to me like this
don't try to make me believe in the magic that doesn't exist
that when we were together you felt genuine bliss
like in the vast moments when our hands intertwined
you ever wanted to be mine
or that you'd ever let me define
as anything more than a static rhythm and rhyme
as anything more than a business exchange
or a game
i give you my feelings and you don't feel the same
it's not too late you haven't placed your bet
on how many months it'll take for you to get to my bed
get inside my head
all of the time i wasted for you is over
all of the feelings i hid away
all of the breath you took away
as i waited for you to text me hey
you've made me numb
stand in the line of other guys who've given me some
taken me under angel wings and deceived me
but this time I see
I don't trust your magic arms anymore
your fantastical eyes don't take me hostage anymore
and the emptiness i felt after i was filled with you inside me
never to trust
someone who tries to hold your hands
when they can't hold your words
you're a mastermind magician
you've helped me stop belieivng in the magic
i know magic behind love
and i don't believe in magic anymore