snow.
glittering
rainbow colors.
the sun shines.
isn't it ironic that
although the sun melts the snow,
the sun still makes the snow look so beautiful?
we appreciate its beauty
hell, i'm writing ****** poetry about it!
while it is dying.
melting.
disappearing as we watch it.
a beautiful death.

pink daisies
from my loving sister
smile on my desk.
their petals are sagging, but
their color is still bright.
their smiling faces bask in the sunlight,
bathed in warmth and light.
pink orchids among them,
and small pink flowers
of unknown name.
green leaves shoot out and frame the pink.
white baby's breath
and green ferns
are dying in a glass vase on my nightstand.
it's sick of me to keep dying flowers.
but they,
like me,
are withering.
the only difference being that they
wither gracefully
while i die
an ugly death.

floating, flying, faltering smoke.
a cloud in the brisk winter air.
orange tip bouncing in the 4 AM darkness.
the silence before dawn is the perfect time
to smoke a cigarette.
watch your worries floating with the wisps of smoke.
away, away, away.
dissipating.
dissipating.
the boy you love is gone.
dissipating.
your confusion still remains.
dissipating.
he couldn't fix you.
breathe in.
only you can fix yourself.
breathe out.
birds chirp.
dissipating.
a car drives by.
breathe in.
the stars watch.
breathe out.
the sun is coming up.
dissipating.
a little fire over the horizon, the sky pink like the soft, innocent skin of a newborn.
dissipating.
your wayward heart throbs.
breathe in, breathe out.
the smoke floats.
your confusion remians.
the darkness.
dissipating.
dissipating.
dissipating.
breathe in.
breathe out.
breathe in.

i try to woo you with my
slightly poetic words.
speed up your wayward heartbeat,
bring a red flush to your kissable cheeks.
normally, my attempts are futile.
you reply with an indifferent "okay", and i am silent.
i am lost as to how i can make you fall in love with me.
i am not a cute girl who wears sweaters and drinks cocoa and reads.
i am a confused girl who changes daily, feels lost, loves self harm, and reads.
i wish i only knew
what kind of girl you desire.
i would be that girl in a heartbeat.

the sky is frosty gray today. gray like smoke from my glowing cigarette.
snow dances on my windowpanes.
the world is a black and white picture.
i lay on my bed, wrapped in tear-soaked sheets that still smell like you,
your jacket wrapped around me.
the roses you gave me are dying
much like my love for you.
i know i promised you forever,
but my forever will be short.
the lights wrapped around my headboard
glitter and twinkle through the blur of my tears.
i still love you.
i am a lost teenager, just trying to find her way.
you are helping me into the dark forest of sadness
when i crave the bright, warm sand on beaches of peace
and softly rolling waves of pure innocence against my toes.
the smoke floats in front of me,
and i feel more lost than ever before.
you've made me lose myself.
i've lost myself in the haze of smoke, where i can see only you.
your sadness is my sadness; your happiness, mine.
is that love? or do you have too much control over my emotions?
these are my feelings. they are not yours to dictate.
i am a free bird. i am smoke floating on the cold winter wind.
i'm sorry.

Golden days
Golden rays
Golden streets
Golden wheat
Golden strands of gorgeous hair
Golden dandelions in the air.
Golden ring
Angels sing
“Praise He who created
Everything”
Golden tears
Golden years
Golden leaves
Golden keys
Beautiful, loving heart of gold
Gave up beating
in days of old.