She says she sees you looking at me with love in your eyes.
I look and you have a smirk on your face,
Making me blush.
What are we?
She bugs you some more,
You admit you have feelings for me.
I am trying to figure out how I feel about another guy.
What are we?
Then I come to find I like you too.
What are we?
She begins being secretive.
That same day,
You ask me on a date at the bottom of the stairs.
I say yes,
Scared for my life,
My heart pounding like the sound of thunder.
I've never had a relationship.
What are we now?
What are we?
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
When a nova happens,
A star shines bright.
And makes all the galaxy awe at it's light.
The star is born.
When a Supernova happens,
A star explodes,
Full of bright colors that nobody will ever know.
The star dies.
The most beautiful things on the outside
Are either just barely getting the chance to live,
Or are dying while people admire,
Not feeling their pain.
Supernovas might be marvelous,
But there is a always a story behind them you will never know.
SuPeRnOvA
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
I am a fallen angel.
Taken down by those among me,
And fearful of the demons that live under the surface of the clouds.
For they could break my wings again.
And they would.
I have taken a step down from grace,
Into a forsaken place,
From which I cannot tell light from dark.
Right now I need hope.
Even a spark.
I am left here to drown in my emotions,
In my thoughts and feelings.
My wings will not move.
I am tied down.
But I have a halo.
It keeps me from the evils,
And the sorrows.
So I can be happy for another tomorrow.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
We can spread a little sugar dust,
Have a laugh if we must.
We can have a sugar rush,
Talk about our feelings and maybe blush.
But sugar always leads to crashes.
And friends will always have their clashes.
We'll focus on the best of times,
And think about them oftentimes.
We can spread a little sugar dust,
And laugh if we must.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Snow falls softly all around.
And it disappears when it hits the ground.
The days grow shorter,
There's a hopeful breeze.
As dark turns light,
The oceans unfreeze.
Now we march footprints in the snow.
We don't march to the beat that everybody knows.
We march footprints to show the way home.
Everybody follow.
Don't take that life for granted.
You don't understand it.
That when it's gone it's gone.
It's gone.
Just raise your hands up higher,
Forge your path in fire.
Way up past the sky
You're
Reaching for the sun.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
My music box bear is my pride and joy.
It is much more than a toy.
When I sleep with it,
I feel at peace.
As it plays the gentle sound of Fur Elise.
My music box bear came to be long ago.
And from the very beginning it made me glow.
But there is a magic that fills my heart with a long.
And that magic is not within it's song.
My dearest mother gave me the bear,
And told me to keep it with great care.
And every time I feel so calm,
I feel my mother's warming palm.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
I wake up in the dark,
Terrified and unable to move.
Trapped in the iceberg that has become of my room.
Encapsulated in a dull mist.
The clock on my wall chimes 3 o’clock.
Again, I’m up at the witching hour.
For the third week straight.
Just thinking of you.
Blinding white light makes its way through the night and drips through the curtains,
While the bracing wind dances with the flowers you gave me so long ago,
Sitting in their vase and wilting,
Still all alone.
I look at them and I remember that night in December.
Encapsulated in a dull mist.
I crawl my way out of my cradle in the catacombs,
As I stir like a cat in a box.
Every day for me is an equinox.
I make my way to the wall full of pictures,
The wall that always brings up a few snickers.
I see braces on smiles,
I smell gummy bears and I somehow hear laughs.
But although I know we’re there,
I can’t see me and you anywhere.
We are encapsulated in a dull mist.
Together
Yet
Apart.
Encapsulated by a dull mist.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
She is in pain.
All she can hear is the wails of siren songs.
She is locked in her room, all alone.
Her eyes as bright and dark as the Milky Way.
She blasts the radio so the sky can hear it.
We didn't start the fire, but we should fear it.
She loved a guy,
He didn't love her back.
She laid on her bed and had a heart attack.
She threw her glasses at the wall,
Her hair as curly and frazzled as her.
She tried to think of one bad thing about him,
But her mind was just a blur.
She was heartbroken.
He is in denial.
He lays awake at night, thinking about what he had done.
He had done the right thing.
Just think.
He ran his fingers through his golden blonde hair and tears brimmed his ocean blue eyes.
He hadn't done what his heart wanted,
For it was in disguise.
He was heartbroken.
Two Different Points of View
One Outcome
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
I am a Fiddler on the Roof.
Someone like me is rare.
Daring enough to put my life on the line,
Make my presence known and there.
But I am a villager.
A mama nonetheless.
I get my hair pulled out,
My heart pulled out.
Then I have to clean the mess.
The Russians!
They torture us with
Pogroms and demonstrations.
The Constable their leader
In conquering many nations.
My soul is the Fiddler.
A simple sound happy on its own.
My love is whats keeping me on the roof.
I wants to grow and grow.
A villager and a Russian.
That is what I want, why I was sent.
Arm in arm with the Constable.
Happy to life´s end.
I can change things.
I am a Fiddler on the Roof.
Ready to change tradition!!!!
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Moonlight.
Lights up the night.
Keeps you out of the dark.
It casts a defiant sheen over life.
She is his moonlight.
She lights up the night.
She keeps him out of the dark.... sometimes.
But she's defiant, and she wants everything that is not hers.
Sunshine.
Brilliant and stunningly bright.
Adds a sparkle to his life.
Keeps you out of the dark but also brings light.
I want to be his sunshine.
I want to add a sparkle to his life and his eyes.
I would keep it light,
Fun loving and free.
Just the way young kids should be.
The moon gets it light from the sun.
I am no longer her ghost.
She will be my ghost.
She will want what I have,
And what I love most.
I will not be her follower.
I'm going to take him far.
I will be my own star.
I will get him away from the world and bring him to the stars above.
I will bring him to me. And the universe will too.
I will be his sunshine....... Someday at least.
The sun does not need a moon.
The moon needs a sun.
I am no longer the moon.
My journey to the sun has begun.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC