Livia

Livia May 2015

My Soul

What is my soul?
An indiscernible force?
Or is it just nonexistent?

I love the snow - maybe that is my soul
But then again, maybe not
For I am not as cold as a mid-winter blizzard

Maybe water is my soul
I am naive and I can easily elude
But water is not my soul - my emotions are as hard as rock

Maybe a rock!
Ah yes, a rock! A rock is my soul!
But, then again, I have some feelings (I hope)

After many moons of thinking,
I may have come to a conclusion
Of what my soul really is

My soul is fire
My spirit burns bright
My determination never-ending

I have my soul
But what is yours?
Please tell me, before my flame goes.

A weird idea that I had. Now that I read it again, I realize that it got pretty dark at the end.

#life #fire #death #darkness #water #soul #snow #finding #determination #rock

Livia Apr 2015

My Secret Fear

I have a little secret
That's not ***** nor scandalous
It's just a little shadow
That follows me everywhere I go

I do not get afraid,
But I do have a fear.
It is like an annoying person...
That you want to hit in the face with a brick

I push it down and crumple it up
But it keeps coming back to me.
JUST GO AWAY, ALREADY!
GO YOU LITTLE PESTY FEAR!

Now, as you may have noticed,
I have not said one thing about what my fear is
But you have to remember
That it is my secret fear

And secret secrets are no fun
Unless you tell
Absolutely
No one.

Haha! Suspense! I MIGHT write a poem about what the fear actually is, but I don't know.

#fear #secret #secrets #shadows #fears

Livia Apr 2015

Five Ways of Looking at an Apple

1.
Something disgusting; avoid at all costs.
You do not want to smell it when it’s rotten.

2.
A curvy red, green, or yellow fruit, sitting and waiting for someone
To take a bite out of its perfection.

3.
An over-priced computer or phone
That was just made to break.

4.
Still attached to the top branch of a tree
Waiting to be picked, but that time never comes.

5.
An apple a day keeps the doctors away?
An apple keeps anyone away if you throw hard enough.

Just a fun free-poem

#life #apples #ways #looking

Livia Apr 2015

Iron Heart

My heart is iron
It feels no emotion.
No amount of sadness or happiness can effect it.
Ever.

It wasn't always this way
It used to be fabric, flimsy and unstable
Always letting those annoying emotions hurt.
I was nothing more than a baby

But I changed after those words
My heart turned to ice, hard and cold but crackable
And I wouldn't settle for crackable
So then it changed to iron.

My heart is iron
And I am proud
But the iron is only a cover
For a beautiful diamond

A poem slightly about bullying. It is also a true story.
I am dedicating this poem to those who have faced bad things in their life and are still living the best they can without giving up. I am thanking them for still being kind, even without showing emotion.

#love #life #heart #pride #acceptance #bullying #iron

Livia Apr 2015

Intelligence

Intelligence is not how many pointless math things that you understand
But rather the ability to understand the people around you
Intelligence is not how many words you can spell
But being able to choose the right ones in times of need
Intelligence is not how many stupid history passages you read
But reading things that matter and have meanings; like poems
Intelligence is not leaving to be with the conformists
But being smart enough to rebel against them
Intelligence isn't going to school for years just to throw your life away
Intelligence is being able to live your life how you want to

To T. in my class, who thinks she is the best.

#life #understanding #rebel #conformity #intelligence #smart

Livia Apr 2015

Hiraeth

I have a hiraeth
To be back
At the place nestled in mountains
Covered in snow
Illuminated by the bright sunlight

I have a hiraeth
To be where
The people listen
And sing around campfires
The flames crackling in the cold air

I have a hiraeth
But it will always be one
I could never fully reach
The wondrous, incredible
Magic.

I have a hiraeth
To be back home
Where the air is always fresh
And the nights always starry
Where there are no worries

Where I am meant to be

A poem about Whistler, BC, Canada.

#love #depression #home #longing #desperation #hiraeth

Livia Apr 2015

Too Young For Good

They say I'm too young

Too young to chase after my dreams
Too young to try and make a difference
Too young to be a leader

They say, "leave it for the adults", but I am one in my mind

Too young to help
Too young to try and do good
Too young to be brave

But no matter what they say,

I am never too young to dream

For the dreamers!

#good #dreams #childhood #youth