janelle-nicole - Hello Poetry

Car rides with no destination, making plans as we go. Crowded bowling alleys, and last-minute movie plans. Starbucks and doughnuts, and late night talks, Letting you through my walls instead of guarding the door. Staying out later than I have before. Meeting family and friends, eating good food, All good times with a good friend. I have a tendency to get flustered, and scared, and worried, and anxious, and, well, stupid at times. I leave people behind because of my fears. I dwindle the messages and the talking slowly down to nothing, until we have forgotten the other exists. I let go of our friendships out of fear and boredom. My dad once said, "Don't chase friendships - if it's meant to be, it will." This one is worth chasing. This one is worth holding on to. This one is worth beating my fears. This one is worth it.

0

Jan 19, 2014

Jan 19, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC

2am.

Car rides with no destination, making plans as we go. Crowded bowling alleys, and last-minute movie plans. Starbucks and doughnuts, and late night talks, Letting you through my walls instead of guarding the door. Staying out later than I have before. Meeting family and friends, eating good food, All good times with a good friend. I have a tendency to get flustered, and scared, and worried, and anxious, and, well, stupid at times. I leave people behind because of my fears. I dwindle the messages and the talking slowly down to nothing, until we have forgotten the other exists. I let go of our friendships out of fear and boredom. My dad once said, "Don't chase friendships - if it's meant to be, it will." This one is worth chasing. This one is worth holding on to. This one is worth beating my fears. This one is worth it.

28

things are hard but friends are easy so it balances out crying ***** laughing is nice so it balances out leaving work early makes me feel bad having time to hang out with family doesn’t so it balances out life is hard but life is worth it so it balances out

0

Jan 19, 2014

Jan 19, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC

Balance beams.

things are hard but friends are easy so it balances out crying ***** laughing is nice so it balances out leaving work early makes me feel bad having time to hang out with family doesn’t so it balances out life is hard but life is worth it so it balances out

12

You came into my car today through a melody of instruments, through a soft voice, through a song, and I am taken back to better days. Hazy days filled with smoke and love. Sunny days filled with soft kisses and warm hands. I wasn't perfect, not in the slightest, but you said otherwise. I don't love you anymore, and I know I never will, but you will always hold a space in my heart.

0

Nov 22, 2013

Nov 22, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC

9 and 25.

You came into my car today through a melody of instruments, through a soft voice, through a song, and I am taken back to better days. Hazy days filled with smoke and love. Sunny days filled with soft kisses and warm hands. I wasn't perfect, not in the slightest, but you said otherwise. I don't love you anymore, and I know I never will, but you will always hold a space in my heart.

12

Alone is: drinking tea window shopping getting lunch all by myself on a Monday morning. Alone is: napping seeing a movie organizing my room all by myself on a Tuesday afternoon Alone is: driving on the freeway to work browsing the internet dancing to music all by myself on a Wednesday evening. Alone is: contentedness.

0

Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC

All in a Day's Work.

Alone is: drinking tea window shopping getting lunch all by myself on a Monday morning. Alone is: napping seeing a movie organizing my room all by myself on a Tuesday afternoon Alone is: driving on the freeway to work browsing the internet dancing to music all by myself on a Wednesday evening. Alone is: contentedness.

17

I think of your love sometimes, and it makes me sad. I think of your touch sometimes, and it makes me sad. I want to be over it, need to be over it, but I'm not. And that makes me sad. You make me sad.

0

Sep 19, 2013

Sep 19, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC

Lying.

I think of your love sometimes, and it makes me sad. I think of your touch sometimes, and it makes me sad. I want to be over it, need to be over it, but I'm not. And that makes me sad. You make me sad.

9

New hair-ties have been bought, and the iPod cords have been found. Mothers are still stubborn, but the bus comes on Saturdays. You have drifted.

0

Aug 13, 2013

Aug 13, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC

II. Broken hair-ties

New hair-ties have been bought, and the iPod cords have been found. Mothers are still stubborn, but the bus comes on Saturdays. You have drifted.

5

You are a work of art hung within a museum wall. Some don't understand, Some stop and stare, trying to figure out the inner mechanisms behind the inspiration to make such a work of art. Some understand and appreciate the beauty that is bestowed in front of them, And some, Well, some love it. Some truly, truly love this art in front of them. They go to the museum every day, And marvel at this piece of work. You are the art work within the museum of my mind. I visit you there daily, and I look at you and look at you, and wonder How I can be so lucky to have this within my museum.

0

Jul 29, 2013

Jul 29, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC

The Museum Within My Mind.

You are a work of art hung within a museum wall. Some don't understand, Some stop and stare, trying to figure out the inner mechanisms behind the inspiration to make such a work of art. Some understand and appreciate the beauty that is bestowed in front of them, And some, Well, some love it. Some truly, truly love this art in front of them. They go to the museum every day, And marvel at this piece of work. You are the art work within the museum of my mind. I visit you there daily, and I look at you and look at you, and wonder How I can be so lucky to have this within my museum.

13

I love broken hair-ties, and lost iPod cords. I love stubborn mothers, and I love buses that don't run on weekends. Most things people would hate, but not I, for they have brought me into your life.

0

Jul 24, 2013

Jul 24, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC

Broken hair-ties.

I love broken hair-ties, and lost iPod cords. I love stubborn mothers, and I love buses that don't run on weekends. Most things people would hate, but not I, for they have brought me into your life.

7

My body was once a temple, And I, the Goddess. I tended to the needs of my temple, treating it with care. My body was once in ruins, And I, the shunned queen. I weeped in the mess that was once my temple. My body is a work in progress, And I, the hard worker. I am cementing the walls shut, So as to not fall any more. My body will be my temple, And I will be the Goddess. My temple is plastered with scars and stretch marks from years of wear and tear, But it is my temple, And I will love it once more.

0

Apr 28, 2013

Apr 28, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC

My Body; My Temple.

My body was once a temple, And I, the Goddess. I tended to the needs of my temple, treating it with care. My body was once in ruins, And I, the shunned queen. I weeped in the mess that was once my temple. My body is a work in progress, And I, the hard worker. I am cementing the walls shut, So as to not fall any more. My body will be my temple, And I will be the Goddess. My temple is plastered with scars and stretch marks from years of wear and tear, But it is my temple, And I will love it once more.

16

You planted sunflowers in the regions of my body no other has dared to go because you knew those were my favorite. I picked the flowers daily, plucking at their petals, mumbling, “He loves me … he loves me not.” Well, I am all out of flowers, And you are all out of seeds. You visited another garden today. You told me that you like daisies better, And you said that garden had daisies. I watched you water that garden as mine turned to dandelions. Your new garden has bloomed. As I was sitting in my garden, Someone came along and picked a dandelion. I asked them why and they said, “Dandelions are flowers too once you get to know them"

0

Apr 22, 2013

Apr 22, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC

Once You Get to Know Them

You planted sunflowers in the regions of my body no other has dared to go because you knew those were my favorite. I picked the flowers daily, plucking at their petals, mumbling, “He loves me … he loves me not.” Well, I am all out of flowers, And you are all out of seeds. You visited another garden today. You told me that you like daisies better, And you said that garden had daisies. I watched you water that garden as mine turned to dandelions. Your new garden has bloomed. As I was sitting in my garden, Someone came along and picked a dandelion. I asked them why and they said, “Dandelions are flowers too once you get to know them"

17