MakeMyDay19
Chicago
My name is Tonie and i've been into poetry for a few years now and i just like the flow of it, the way it can help you express your feelings and the way it can show people your life in a way you never expected them to learn from, and in a way it helps you learn more about yourself.
I own a hula hoop
it's red with black and white racing pattens circling around the red
like something a person could use for a race
I own a hula hoop
shockingly i am not a little girl with pigtails who uses it
no i bought it at 19 at a fair
and people stared while i just didnt care
I own a hula hoop
not because it seems like a new age thing to do
or simply because its a good workout tool
no i own a hula hoop because i love the way it moves with me
i love the tricks and turns i can do with it
i own a hula hoop because it makes me feel in the moment
in turn with myself and my surroundings
it makes me want to buy another hula hoop
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
I am the nice girl
the cute girl
the friendly girl
the one who always smiles and asks how people are doing
and doesn’t expect them to ask back
I am the sweet girl
the funny girl
the responsible girl
who takes care of others
because she’s afraid of what her mind will do if she ever decided to let loose
based on what others do
I am the calm girl
the nice girl
the cute girl
the one that feels she cannot accept being called beautiful
because such a word doesn’t seem worthy enough for her
Unlike being called
the loud girl
the annoying girl
the basic girl
all because of how and what i say and act and dress
which makes others think it’s okay
to judge base on words that people say
words to me can be a trick or treat
The treats are the words used to express me so positively
Cute funny nice smart
And the trick by the ones I had called friends
Calling me words that they use to bring me down
Loud annoying basic stupid
the words that we say or put on our brains can affect us everyday
I am the girl they call
cute and nice
Yet no one has ever thought my words would ever have more meaning
Or think twice
Because I have hidden them longer than anyone would ever know
see by the time i was 10
when my older sister
the pretty popular smart girl died
i was left broken down inside
and i ended up being the shy girl
who’s ideal of a friend was her grandma and eating ravioli
and watching tv
the sad girl
that cried each night hoping for such pain to end
Regrets so large and wide that I could never hide
the lonely girl
who had no one to call as friends for her own
the depressed girl
who wanted to runaway
who thought suicide at least more times a day
But never thought to express her pain
See I am not that simple
words do not express me
yet when people describe us we take their words
and use them as our own
words that wrap around us so tightly
that hold us in our hearts and cling to our minds
that we assume we are just the words that they tells us
Make us assume
we can’t be nothing else
simple small words
are what we end taking to be our own
and thinking nothing else
BUT I AM MORE THAN JUST A Nice, cute, SIMPLE MINDED GIRL
I am more than just those little words they throw at me
yet as touching and sincere as those words are
they don’t define me
they are words that can describe but yet when others hear it won’t they just assume the same
They change their blank canvas mind of me into the colors of what people say
making up their minds of me before they even see me
As if by hearing my name the painting in their minds is already created
Being shown too others
See I want to be more than just what others say about me
for i am a woman
who fights for whats right
overthinks,
that makes me sink and swim through the ocean in my mind
but can get to the shore in time
to fully appreciate life
and prove that not everybody is what they say to be
trust me
i used to be just a nice girl
Unlike everyone else
I perfer not to be a
Simply nice woman
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
i must be honest
i feel like i cannot expect this
this feeling of kindness
of love and acceptance
when all i feel is sadness
eating me alive
so much at times i wonder
how too feel
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
when i was younger books were a part of me
literally i couldn’t get them off of me
all the words flowing through my hands that i use to
S-P-E-L-L out with my hands
as if i am the writer and the words are my advantage
to create with imagination in grace
taking a big pace with the words in my hands
they are my best friend
my lover
my light
books are apart of me
they swim in my veins
twisting my brains
my thoughts are my in a poetic movement
reciting quotes that made me insane
only because of the meanings behind their sayings
becoming carved into my back and arms
shaking my core
for words mean much more to me
then what other people believe
while the cloud of overthinking and emotions flood my brain
books keep me tamped
like a lion locked in a cage
yet the lion will one day unlock that cage
of fear and doubt
and get out with wonder and cheer
like book theifs who steal and conceal
their hidden books
for the pure golden that is in their hands
for books stand as more then a book with just words
while i am skin and bones
books are my heart
because i L-O-V-E them
don’t you?
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
I wanted to write a love poem where your hands are like chopsticks
Fun to use but hard to hold
Or how your touch gives me a buzz
Like Bees heading to their honey
To the flowers to hold the last of the pollon as if but just letting it all go the world will become nothing
Yet something is different when I kiss you
As your toungue escapes into my throat as if you can't use words to communicate so you put your lips on mine to show the truth
As if words cannot describe to you
How the lighting sets perfectly behind you
Proving you the be the center of a stage
But without makeup you show your face
And the audience members may fade but when the show is over I am still watching you
Waiting to see what you will do
And when I rush to your back room door of life and see behind that door I won't wait to open it, I'll come rushing in for more
Because I love more than just the act the show to me
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
I feel so unsure
about how to feel
about you.
for you coming into my life
was not so surprising
since the moment I meet you
I know we would see
how it would go
yet old pains
and the sorrows of lovers
that left marks
that can be seen on my heart
are hard understand
yet over time they don't stand a chance
since i'm just laying down
next to you
unsure about the future
but hoping for a better one
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
You deserve the best
But I am not the best
I am like the rest
The ones that have held you close
And let go
Knowing one day that those hands
Would hold someone else
And while I watch the process
I don't cry
Or scream of the loss
Instead I smile
For you have found your best
The one unlike the rest
And I will find the same for myself one day
Because it is for the best
We are much different than the rest
Don't second guess
Just be your very best
And that person will come to rest
And hold your very own hands
That were meant to hold
The best
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
His arms holding me close
strong, and bold
to take a chance
to kiss this broken soul
for i have been though a lot
enough to make me want to stay away
from another person who i think will just fade away
yet just sitting next to him
his arm wrapped me
his hands holding mine
tilting his head towards mine
a sweet kiss
that i didn't see coming
that he said he wanted to do
just a simple turn of the head
landed a kiss
on my lips
that lasted for hours on end
it made me lose time
forget where i was
just the focus of his lips
and his body close to mine
made me want that moment to last longer
too have some more kisses
and be held in someones arms one more time
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
I wish I could forget you
For a little bit it happens from time to time
When I'm busy and away from my mind
Yet you come back again out of the blue
If you're anywhere close so soon I want to just talk to you
Or hit you
But we both know I wouldn't do such a thing
Why you broke up with me!
So I'll just wonder if you think about me
As much as I had of you
I mean it's not like it didn't matter right?
From taking me in and holding me tight too saying we rushed and that nothing is right
I felt that too but still I just didn't want to break up with you
And maybe if I did maybe I wouldn't feel this
This loneness that you gave me
So thank you
Thank you sooo much for that
Because it's not like I wasn't going to start not giving a crap about you
But slowly and surely
With time
I'll be with someone else and happy
Because as much as it felt like a fairytale
You were to never be my prince charming
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
As I am sitting
there are couples walking down halls
and parents giving calls
and lovers making love
while others are breaking up
and crying to the floor
and children are in school
either sleeping or wide awake depending on the topic
that teachers are giving
and there are people walking around in cities, states, and countries
either busy as a bee or as lazy as a sloth
while children sleep
and boys and girls dance
or sing
or drive to school or go on home
I am sitting at my desk
watching the world at its best
from the good and bads of it
it's not as simple as one would hope
but it's enough for me to know that i will be getting up
and heading back home
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC