tick, tock
a second passes
a missed opportunity
a lost second chance
i don't like making people feel
as if they are on a strict schedule
always rushing from one place to another
we set limits on people
(usually those who need it the most)
like a great opportunity at work
or a second chance for a better grade
i wish i was limitless
freeing people from the boundaries
of feeling trapped in
by the minute and second hand
there is so much more to see
once you look past the hours
the minutes and the seconds
and allow yourself to create
your own time
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC
what happens to a nervous heart?
does it shrink up like a pupil in bright light?
or feel like an oxygen tank full of air
and then explode once under pressure?
does it tremble like a stereo?
or make you suddenly black out
like a deer running across the highway?
maybe it just lasts for a little while
like the dew on the morning grass
or does it stay bottled up inside your chest
waiting for the moment to break down?
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
it has a different kind of atmosphere
cold spots throughout the halls
heavy cylinders feel frigid to the touch
it's a different world inside these walls
no longer feeling like home
children with pale faces
and blue palms roam the halls
slowly making their way
to the next class of the day
the sound echoes
and bounces off the walls
like an ongoing cry for help
everything is chilly here
with a cry of desperation
between the icy floors
and chilling desks and chairs
we all share the same faces
of expressionless emotions
waiting and waiting
for the bell to ring
to escape
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
she looks into the mirror
tracing the flaws on her face
like her crooked nose
and her chapped lips
she puts her hand
on top of her reflection
trying to avoid the image
in the glass
she follows the outskirts
of the mirror's edge
noticing tiny words
scribbled in the corner
she glances at them
reading the words carefully
as she says them out loud
and comes to a sudden realization
"reflections in the mirror may be distorted
by socially constructed ideas of beauty"
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC
where i am cold (you are warm)
snowflakes fall (the flowers blossom)
under the blankets (out on the beach)
utter silence (the chirps of birds)
the sweet smell of pine (citrus aroma)
(the air i breathe) the air you breathe
(the stars i see) the stars you see
(the love i feel) the love you feel
two different worlds (under the same sun)
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
no one talks about death
yet it happens around us every day
we lose the one we love the most
and try to move on
as if nothing has happened
we can't seem to understand
that they won't suffer anymore
they have lived a life
full of memories & experiences
with their children
who are their pride and joy
we can't be upset that their time
is coming to an abrupt end
we should be content
we got to share a life with them
they will always be with us
in our morning cups of coffee
and in the random acts of kindness
we see when we least expect it
death is not such a bad thing after all
our loved ones will be able to travel
through the wind and go to all the places
they couldn't be when they were alive
and maybe, perhaps
that place is right next to you
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC
Ever since I was a little girl,
I've believed in a lot of things.
I believe in memories, and first kisses,
and good tasting tea.
I believe in books, and people,
and art, and movies.
I believe in the sunrise for new beginnings,
and the sunset to end a rough day.
I believe in the fact that we are here
in this world for a reason.
I believe we are all made up of stardust
and a part of the universe is in us.
Sometimes I even believe in love.
And I believe it's a shame because
I believe in all these things
but most of the time
I don't believe in myself
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
I want to wander
To the outskirts of town
Far past what I've ever known
I want to explore the world
And not be stuck in this stupid place
I've been forced to call "home"
I want to become one with nature
Breathing in and out, in and out
With the sound of the trees
I want to be stuck in alood
Alone with my thoughts,
Just me, and the vast open sky
But I'm having trouble finding that place
I need to find comfort
And rest for awhile
Eventually slip away
I always wonder where to go
I'm not quite sure but I know
There's somewhere out there for me
I just have to keep searching
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
stuck in the lost depths
of the autumn moonlight,
the whimsical trees sing
their song of the night.
out by the river,
fluttering lilacs dance
until the wild dawn appears
above the ocean's horizon.
cars flying by
on the soaring roads,
hoping to exist carefree
like the silent mountains.
the river of the north
casts a shadow of the
moon drops and their
colorless reflections.
storm season approaching,
the wind dust will cast away
a spell on the nighttime waves.
breathing colors,
like the wallflower blossoms
as they live in wanderlust.
it seems to be a dark world,
yet this universe is pure
when it is suddenly compared
to the world outside our minds.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
I recognize her and run
but she chases me into the darkest
corners where I cower and feel the
anxiety thrum like musical chords in
a restless tempo. She drowns me but
I still seem to be gasping for air. I try
to scream but the clenching in my
stomach won’t disappear. She shields
me in her sensitivity as she consumes
my mind—forcing her way into my
unsuspecting thoughts. She captures
my attention for her own use. She’s
everywhere I look, she’s the only thing
I feel deep inside. She becomes the
blood rushing through my veins and the
skin covering my trembling bones. She’s
the monster under my bed and the one
living in the depths of my closet. She has
become the darkness of my life, and
I can’t seem to escape.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC