cpoems - Hello Poetry

If the air was snow and the trees black with age then your shoes were cherries wound up with strips of sky If I notice your shoes and say nothing but mask the quiet tiny feeling that I like them (but not as much as you) then is it remotely possible that you, too, are masking something lovely and small (could it be for me? or no) If I said penny for your thoughts (but would be willing to pay much more) then would you smile and tell them to me with ease (or keep your lips locked and your smile flat?) If I wore my favorite blue shirt (do you remember me saying it was my favorite?) then would you notice it was the color of the edges of a winter sky or would you realize it is the color of my eyes (when I smile) (which you are wonderfully good at making me do)

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Jan 23, 2016

Jan 23, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC

cpoems

If

If the air was snow and the trees black with age then your shoes were cherries wound up with strips of sky If I notice your shoes and say nothing but mask the quiet tiny feeling that I like them (but not as much as you) then is it remotely possible that you, too, are masking something lovely and small (could it be for me? or no) If I said penny for your thoughts (but would be willing to pay much more) then would you smile and tell them to me with ease (or keep your lips locked and your smile flat?) If I wore my favorite blue shirt (do you remember me saying it was my favorite?) then would you notice it was the color of the edges of a winter sky or would you realize it is the color of my eyes (when I smile) (which you are wonderfully good at making me do)

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Here is one of the truest things I have found in my few years of life: nothing is ever how you expect it to be. You can imagine what your life will look like a year in the future and you'll always get it wrong. You can't even predict the way things are going to be tomorrow. Buildings could fall, bombs could explode. Heart attacks might happen too (in more ways than one). In the blink of an eye you're sitting in a hospital room waiting for somebody who isn't going to come out. Or, tomorrow's events could be far more subtle. Your life tends to start changing when you're not looking. One day you wake up and you realize you have a dream, a dream you've been hiding in your heart for a long time. Or maybe you're happy and then one day before you know it you're believing what other people say, and you're wondering if you're important, if you're loved and you think you don't belong and those questions wind themselves around your heart and loop in your head like a broken record until you're eyes have gotten so adjusted to the shadows that you've forgotten what it's like to breathe in the light. But happy things can come without expecting them, too. One day it's June and you're gripping the arm rest of your plane seat looking at stars out the window when a month ago you could never have imagined feeling something this beautiful. And you land and everything changes. Or maybe one day it's August, and your mom calls you outside and there's a boy standing there and you don't know his name yet and you definitely don't know how when you're sixteen it is so easy to come up with beautiful ideas about the future when the future in your head will in fact probably never happen. But you know this already at sixteen, and you'll believe it still when you're sixty: there is nothing as dangerous as pretending not to care and there is nothing so easy as wasting time when time is just running and running and running out.

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Mar 22, 2015

Mar 22, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC

cpoems

the unexpected things

Here is one of the truest things I have found in my few years of life: nothing is ever how you expect it to be. You can imagine what your life will look like a year in the future and you'll always get it wrong. You can't even predict the way things are going to be tomorrow. Buildings could fall, bombs could explode. Heart attacks might happen too (in more ways than one). In the blink of an eye you're sitting in a hospital room waiting for somebody who isn't going to come out. Or, tomorrow's events could be far more subtle. Your life tends to start changing when you're not looking. One day you wake up and you realize you have a dream, a dream you've been hiding in your heart for a long time. Or maybe you're happy and then one day before you know it you're believing what other people say, and you're wondering if you're important, if you're loved and you think you don't belong and those questions wind themselves around your heart and loop in your head like a broken record until you're eyes have gotten so adjusted to the shadows that you've forgotten what it's like to breathe in the light. But happy things can come without expecting them, too. One day it's June and you're gripping the arm rest of your plane seat looking at stars out the window when a month ago you could never have imagined feeling something this beautiful. And you land and everything changes. Or maybe one day it's August, and your mom calls you outside and there's a boy standing there and you don't know his name yet and you definitely don't know how when you're sixteen it is so easy to come up with beautiful ideas about the future when the future in your head will in fact probably never happen. But you know this already at sixteen, and you'll believe it still when you're sixty: there is nothing as dangerous as pretending not to care and there is nothing so easy as wasting time when time is just running and running and running out.

35

Do things you need to do and do things you want to do because life is short and you never know how much time there is left. could be eight seconds or eighty years. buy the ice cream, smile at the cashier. laugh when life is funny and cry when it isn’t. be brave. fill your heart up with wonderful things. and don’t hit snooze when your alarm wakes you up to another once-in-a-lifetime day.

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC

cpoems

*twenty - fifteen*

Do things you need to do and do things you want to do because life is short and you never know how much time there is left. could be eight seconds or eighty years. buy the ice cream, smile at the cashier. laugh when life is funny and cry when it isn’t. be brave. fill your heart up with wonderful things. and don’t hit snooze when your alarm wakes you up to another once-in-a-lifetime day.

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And my knees shake when you talk to me, pretending everything's fine. Pretending that I don't stay up until 3am writing poems about you.

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Jan 26, 2015