By. Lauren

Poetry,
A symphony of words.
A description of something far too complex for the average person to comprehend.
Poetry has many lovers
In every shape and form.
Poetry has happy and sad moments.
Poetry is a rocky pathway waiting to be discovered by the weariest traveler.

By. Lauren

I have so many things to write,
But
I'm afraid to write.
Because,
I'm afraid to feel.
And since
I'm afraid to feel,
I'm afraid to love.
And
I'm stuck with the same situation again.
Because,
I have so many things to write,
But
I'm afraid to write.

By. Lauren

As I sit at the lunch table,
Time seems to slow.
They seem to freeze.
My tears seem to stop.
My heart seems to start.
My pulse seems to increase.
My mind seems to race.
My life seems to end.
And I am left all alone, once again.

By. Lauren

To all the girls I've loved,
My love for you dug into my veins like a shard of glass searching for any resemblance of blood left in me. After you shattered like mirror that I looked into, my heart broke too.
Our love was stronger than words could speak until you took the last bit of my innocence and discarded of me like a plastic bag. To you I was a game just waiting to be won. If only I had wiped the hazy fog from my eyes soon enough to see that you were just the devil taking a hold of me. Boy was I wrong when I discarded the advice of others. They spoke truth. Our love was merrily a puzzle piece in the complex puzzle we call life. Every which turn I take I am faced with the same reality. The blunt truth indeed. Our love was more toxic than all the skull labeled barbells I surrounded myself with.  You were just a chess master waiting to call checkmate on me. If only I had left before we got so far. Our love was a monster under my bed waiting to pull me under and call me crazy. I was crazy. Our love was crazier than the epidemics we see on TV. To all the girls I've loved, there is no need for apology. For our love was far too complex to simplify into one poem.

By. Lauren

Little ears,
Be weary of what you hear.
The slightest whisper
Can change a
Life.
Little ears,
Stay warned
Rumors spread like wildfire.
As the blabbering sounds
Exit
Each little mouth.
Their tongues move too fast,
Little ears.
The rhythmic sounds
Flow out
Of
Their mouths
Faster
Than a  drip
Becomes
A leak.
Little ears,
Do not listen
For these
Few
Minutes
Could save your
Life.
Now,
Little ears,
Let it be known
The words you hear
Are
Boulders to your mind.
Every
Pop,
Crack,
Sizzle
You hear
Is
Another's battle to block out.
A word
Can change a life,
But
So can what you don't hear.
Little ears,
Stay strong
For
You are not
Alone.