grade the second,
our hearts young and naive
he gave me half a sandwich
but kept asking for another girl's hand
(jokingly? i know not.)
//
in the same school string orchestra
i wanted to run bow across violin strings
creating the music in my heart i couldn't express with words
why he took up violin? (and then quit?)
i know not,
for it is five years past
//
he was smarter
and perhaps more mature
than most other boys in the grade
yet he wasn't clever enough
to see how my heart ached and sang for him
or maybe it was just a
missed connection
//
lighthearted jokes always danced between us
but nothing more
i used to think his gaze held volumes of meaning
but maybe he was just observing
the butterfly dancing round my head
//
dark brown eyes, a head of floppy hair
that bounced when he ran
not towards me, but not away either
our gazes clashed how many times i could not count
and he held my heart between his gentle hands
for more than two years
for some reason,
i find him most difficult
to describe in words
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC
"hello," i said to my reflection
but she didn't say anything back.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC
What is this fluttering in my chest whenever I see him?
What are these butterflies doing in my stomach?
Why are my knees weak whenever he smiles?
Why do I smile when I think of him?
Why does my heart pound when I talk to him?
What are these strange feelings I am experiencing?
Perhaps I am coming down with something.
Yes, that must be the case.
I must be sick with fever perhaps;
That explains my cheeks heating up.
Or a cold of some kind;
That explains my breath being caught in my throat.
Or maybe I was stung by a mosquito?
Ah yes, that's why my skin tingles.
My doctor says there's nothing wrong,
I can't seem to figure out what's going on.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
His hands,
My hands,
Intertwined
Like two ropes
Knotted together
In a bond
Of
Eternity
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
A wall you have to climb over
To reach the other side,
Where there are new things to discover.
There's no use walking around
In circles on this side of the wall;
You'll just have to find
A way to get over it.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
i stare out at the water
on the shallow riverbank
and get lost in the waves
though they are irregular
there is
beautiful rhythm
in each ripple
balanced and
always in motion
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
The time you first saw me
Was the falling of the seed
Into rich life-giving soil
The moment you noticed me
Was the seed itself
The start of a blooming love
When you started getting to know me
The first roots told hold in the earth
And wouldn’t let go
When you became the friend I turned to for everything
The first sprout sprung up from the land
Turning toward sunlight
When friendship started turning into something more
Stem grew inch by inch
Up and up, until leaves were born
When we first kissed
The flowerbud was coming out of its shell
Taking a breath of fresh air
When all my heart goes to you
The flower flourished
A perfect symbol of our love
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
I am a ghost
In form and shape
And spirit and mind.
I am an empty shell
With nothing but hollowness inside
Nothing but hardness outside
I learn to live
And go through the motions of life
But
I am a ghost
In form and shape
And spirit and mind.
I think and live
And smile and cry
But I don't feel anything
Anymore.
Someone has left me this way
Killed me each time he said
"I don't want you anymore."
I've been killed a thousand times over
And
I am a ghost
In form and shape
And spirit and mind.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
I would
take a bullet for you
to save you
fall off a building for you
retrieving your dearest possession
steal something for you
if you wanted it enough
never talk you to again
if it meant your safety
do all these things
even when I know you wouldn't do the same for me
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
These harsh words told by insecure people
who find satisfaction in hurting others
who do nothing but hate themselves
at night, doubt themselves inside,
find consolation in making others
feel the same way.
I know this and tell myself this
each and every day
but still these harsh words
make me want to jump off a cliff and onto the hard canyon floor below because I can't stand them anymore, though I know they aren't told with the deepest sincerity. Not
at
all.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC