I sit in the back of the class
Glancing at you in the corner of my eye
Watching you write, read, and listen
Memorizing the way you lean back in a chair
And how you always pack up with thirty seconds left
My English teacher once said
"Looking has power,
because when you're looking at someone
you have the upper hand because
you know what they're doing."
I suppose I have a lot of power over you
Because I constantly want to look at your beauty
And see how you smile
And listen as you laugh
Maybe one day, I'll get the courage to talk to you too
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC
Peeling paint
Rusted stairs
Creaky swings
Broken slide
Missing merry-go-round
A deserted playground
Is home
For lost memories
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
Death is distant
He's not expected to come
Until we are old and frail
When Death comes early
For our standards
It's more horrifying
Not many think
They'll die young
And meet Death
Sooner than others
But some will
Death shouldn't be distant
Because who knows when
He will strike
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
Alone and Lonely
Two different words
Interchanged regularly
When they shouldn't be
Alone. (adjective)
On one's own
Lonely. (adjective)
Sad because one has no company
When I am alone
I'm not always lonely
When I am lonely
I'm not always alone
They aren't synonyms
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
Your smile lights up a room
Your laugh fills the air
Your eyes twinkle like the stars
You are a gorgeous girl
Full of life and beauty
I stand in awe of your wonder
As you deny its very existence
You don't see your beauty
Like a little butterfly
That doesn't see its wings
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
"How was your day?"
"And so he was like,"
"It was bottom of the fifth,"
"Do you like this shirt?"
Conversing about their friends, lives, dreams
One giant conversation
Never ceasing
Quiet ones pushed to the side
Looked down upon
For not speaking
In a world that
Never stops talking
Us silent ones
Are the anomalies
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
We want people to know,
Know about our inner selves
But when we start to tell others
We clam up, we can't do it.
Why?
Is it because we don't want others
To go through the same things?
Or because we don't want
To be judged for our imperfections?
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
Walking through streets alone
Watching happy couples
Embrace, kiss, love
Blissfully gazing at their counterpart
Blocking out the world
The passerby, like me
The ones who gets lost
In the shadows
Only able to watch
And strive for their own love
Wanting their own fairytale
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Why is having money considered successful?
Why is being popular and knowing people considered successful?
Why is being skinny and tan considered successful?
Why are all these things "success"?
Why isn't doing what you love considered successful?
Why isn't being happy and content considered successful?
Why isn't accepting your body for what it is considered successful?
Why aren't these the standards of success?
Why can't we do what we want without worrying about money?
Why can't we stay home instead of partying?
Why can't we eat whatever we want without worrying about the calories?
Why are we judged when we're not "successful"?
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
Blank page
Staring at me
Taunting me
I want to write
But the blue lines sit there
Smiling evilly
No inspiration appears
Writer's block
Ideas flee from me
I want to fill the paper with words
No white to be seen
Nothing but pencil lead
But the mind stays blank
Never thinking of anything
Stuck
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC