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Apr 2016 · 343
L0v3 Thr0ugh Numb3r5
Bailey Apr 2016
we are 1

hate 2 hate
love 2 love

3 words to say
3 is a crowd
3 a.m. date-night

you're what I live 4
you're who I write 4
what are letters 4?
a 4 letter word
sillyyyyy
Apr 2016 · 310
Take Me Away
Bailey Apr 2016
Take me away
from this place they call Earth

Take me away
from everything that hurts

Take me away
from my troubles and my tears

Take me away--take me away
from my tears
I'm a copy cat c: wanna see a better poem? Check out Star Gazer!
Apr 2016 · 343
Update
Bailey Apr 2016
I lay sick with fits of tears.
Concussion of the heart.
I walk around to shake it off.
It only makes it worse.
To pretend.
To try to be happy while my brother endures excruciating pain.
Yes, it is my birthday tomorrow.
But I wish it weren't.
Because I don't want to be happy for a long time.
Not until his bones heal.
Not until his mind heals.
Brother, if you can hear me:
I would give anything for you to feel better.
I'm so sorry that I can't be with you.
I gave my birthday money to mom so she could fly down there.
To see you, and thank the man who pulled you out in the nick of time.
I know I always wanted to see you cry.
For all the years you bullied me.
But now I want nothing more than for you to stop crying.
Because you don't get hurt.
Not my big brother.
Not you.
I know I always said I hated you.
But I don't.
I love you.
I love you so, so, so, so much, Clyde.
More than you will ever know, I love you.
Mom told me not too long ago, about when we were little.
She said that no matter what you did, I still defended you.
And when you were punished, my heart broke for you.
I remember crying, when you would sneak out.
When you did drugs.
When you went to jail.
Because you're so amazing.
Your soul is beautiful, to me.
I have always been there for you.
No matter what you put me through.
I will always be there for you.
And I will not let you down tonight, or any other night.
I will fight for you, and make sure you're in good hands.
**** me to Hell if I let Dad so much as look at you again.
You'll be okay soon, I promise.
I love you, goodnight.
My brother is alright, but his own father locked him out of the house with a broken rib and knee. He has his medication, and is now staying with his older half-sister. Out of all the terrible things that man has done, (and he's done a lot) this is the worst. I will never forgive him. But the important thing is, Clyde is safe. My mom will be flying down to see him on Friday, and to thank the man that saved his life.
Apr 2016 · 397
My Brother, Please
Bailey Apr 2016
the sound of your voice,
still stunned from the accident
is still haunting me
" yeah, he's dead "
no
no please
it's okay don't talk about it
don't think about it please
please, please be okay.
You're alive thank god you're alive
so don't think about it
it's okay
I'm so sorry
I love you so much.

please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please
in any religion, please pray for my brother tonight. Please he was in a car accident and he's okay but he's pretty beat up please help him. I love him so much he's such a good boy please help.
Apr 2016 · 336
Wrath
Bailey Apr 2016
I awoke after an eternal night,
full of frustration and sadness and bliss.
The next hour, which would feel like minutes,
would break my heart.
I shook with anger and my right eye spewed a fat, hot tear.
It slid down my cool cheek,
and I whispered, "that felt good".
A thousand screams ripped out of me at once,
penetrating the air and making my small town's ears quiver,
and their hearts cower.
Every bird within a mile's radius
flew from my presence as I shot from the ground
like a bullet from a gun.
My hair grew down and swayed over the trees,
fifty feet of strong, thick mane.
I felt my bones turn cold as they have a thousand times before,
but this time I felt my scapulas crack like ice,
and make room for the new appendages
that would become the sky.
I fell for ten seconds, fearlessly, before I felt myself grab at the air.
I kicked uselessly, unused to the sensation,
until my wrath filled me to the brim
until I was awash in euphoria.
I lifted impossibly farther into the atmosphere
and my enhanced pupils sought out little flecks of light.
I looked downward, toward all who I had pardoned,
who had mercilessly used me, and broke me down.

And I wept for them.

My long forgotten tears soared down like meteors onto the Earth's surface.
Drowning out the sin.
Washing away the pain.
Cleansing the unholy.
Removing the evil.
Creating
one
last
eternal night.
Apr 2016 · 1.2k
mini songs from Drama Kween
Bailey Apr 2016
Hi! This is about music so scroll on if you don't care.
I'm working on my debut album, Drama Kween, and decided to share some of the mini songs that will be in between subject changes throughout the album. They'll have simple instrumentals later on, but for right now are acapella. Give 'em a listen?

To Me

it's on soundcloud.com/iguessimbaileymartin/to-me

lyrics:
"Sometimes I talk to myself, sometimes I sing to myself.
Sometimes I talk about talking and singing to myself,
sometimes I sing about singing and talking to myself.
Sometimes I talk and sing about talking and singing about singing and talking to myself (to myself)."

The Hippie Song

it's on soundcloud.com/iguessimbaileymartin/the-hippie-song

lyrics:
"No one says lice and no one says gay, but your modesty and life you better throw it away,
'cause in a world where the media
replaces scrapbooks
and hearts,
if you're livin' like a hippie they will tear you apart
if you're livin' like a hippie they will tear you apart
if I'm livin' like a hippie they will tear me apart
if I'm livin' like a hippie they will tear me apart
tear me apart
t-t-t-tear me apart!"

Goodbye

it's on soundcloud.com/iguessimbaileymartin/goodbye

lyrics:
"I'm so tired, I'm so tired.
Of feeling I have to cry.
I just wanna lay with you in my bedroom and watch the days go by.
But I'm so tired, tired of feeling shy.
And counting how many tears make up for a year.
Is this hello or goodbye?
Is this hello or goodbye?
I wanna know if this is the last time.
Is this hello or goodbye?
Well it's goodbye! Baby it's goodbye.
I was tired of the games and the pain and the lies so baby it's goodbye.
It's goodbye! Baby it's goodbye.
So I'm gonna rid you of my bedroom and get on with my life.
I'm so tired, I'm so tired.
Not gonna waste my time!
So I'm gonna rid you of my bedroom and get on with my life."
Also, when I'm finished with everything I'm going to be posting the whole album but ugh it's a lot of work so that'll be a while.
Apr 2016 · 462
spring baby, happy baby
Bailey Apr 2016
everything smells better
everything looks better
everything tastes better
sounds better
feels better
i feel better
i get so, so sad
in the winter
but in the spring
i am born again
my senses come back to life
i only wish
i weren't mind-sick
this spring
but
it will be okay

it's always okay.
my birthday is in 3 days, wow.
Bailey Apr 2016
Hello* my gifted friends
❤ ❤ ❤
you inspire my writing and my life everyday
❤❤❤
are you feeling okay?
❤❤❤
wonderful thoughts are sent to you today.

spread the love
Apr 2016 · 1.2k
Innovation And Fear
Bailey Apr 2016
I went to write a poem but
in reality
the troubled, pure
white-hot thoughts
aren't pouring out of me

Each exhale is imagination
each inhale is a knife,
somewhere in my chest's frustration
it cut the former's life

So I lay here
with goosebumps
and creativity stirring,
trying not to fall asleep
with my mind relentlessly whirring

The poem that I meant to leave
has not been left here,
but instead swims inside of me
through innovation and fear.
truth
Apr 2016 · 2.3k
Casanova
Bailey Apr 2016
You think that you can walk up to me with that sly grin?
You think you can whisper my name like that?
You think you can sit back and stare at me when I walk?
I
AM NOT
YOURS.

You think you can gift me things?
Like that makes up for the things you did?
You think you can talk to me like nothing happened?
I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU.
I don't know whether you want to say you're sorry.
I don't know if you miss me.
I don't know if you want me back.
Or if you want to be on good terms before you leave--
but I don't give a ****
I'm not interested
I will tear you apart if you try to be sweet toward me again.
on my last nerve
Apr 2016 · 765
authority(haiku)
Bailey Apr 2016
don't say that I will
or I will turn around and
do the opposite
Apr 2016 · 377
Sleepy-time Stuff
Bailey Apr 2016
As I get more sleepy,
I try my hardest to let my thoughts float
above the merciless waves that are my mind,
so that I may get
the tiny nightmares
instead of the big ones.
Apr 2016 · 2.6k
The "We" Generation (speech)
Bailey Apr 2016
I can still see it. I am twelve years old looking at my mom lay in her hospital bed. They told me she had a hole in her esophagus, and not too long ago, had been dying of blood loss. I stand still too shocked to cry, and in my trance I hear the hum of the t.v. behind me. And I know that if I flip through the channels right now I’ll land on a commercial depicting false paradise. Toned, tanned, pretty people on a beach smiling like they were in Heaven as they swallow down the drink that put my mom and my family through hell.

I am a biased person. This tragedy that I have gone through has made me biased about all subjects relating alcohol. If I were to have one wish, it would be to expel the very idea of alcohol from our heads. But I can’t do that, just as I can’t let my opinions cloud my vision for the future of the families of America. In this simple vision, alcohol advertising is banned from television and radio.

Researchers found that an average of 29 percent of alcohol TV ads in Houston, Los Angeles, Dallas, Atlanta and Chicago don’t abide by voluntary standards set by the industry, which involve not being shown during t.v. shows where at most 30 percent of the audience are kids. One out of eleven radio ads for alcoholic beverages in 75 markets across the nation in 2009 failed to comply with the alcohol industry’s voluntary standard for the placement of advertising.

Alcohol advertisements aren’t the only type of ads that violate our industry’s standards. We see it all the time, when some sketchy commercial on t.v. has microscopic words at the bottom or a radio ad has the bad information sped up quicker than our ears can catch.

I believe that alcohol shouldn’t be prohibited, because I believe that people are born with the right to choose what they want to do with their life. But with that in mind, let’s let them choose! No more brainwashing commercials that promise a good time, let us decide what we need in order to have a good time.

Maybe then there wouldn’t be 30 percent of American adults and one in five teenagers living with alcoholism, 6.6 million children living with alcoholic parents and tens of thousands of alcohol induced car crashes. I believe that this will change. But I don’t just believe for those numbers I said. Thirty, five, one, 6.6 million--what do numbers mean? Nothing.

I believe for the kid who thinks drinking might solve her problems. For the other kid who wants heaven, but doesn’t want to get there too quickly. I believe for the little boy who has to take care of his siblings because his father is a drunk and his mother works hard. For the guilt ridden, God fearing man who can’t stop falling asleep with a bottle in his hand, I believe.

I believe that for the good of America, alcoholic ads can be, and should be banned. Because I never want my mom to have to sit me down again and say, “Bailey, I fell off the wagon” all because of our bandwagon, conspicuous consumer society. Because there are moms and dads here, wishing their kids were in paradise--playing volleyball, building sandcastles, and collecting sand dollars. Because approximately 100,000 people will die this year of alcohol related deaths, 4,700 of them, teenagers.

In the 1970’s, Cigarette advertisements were banned from our television sets and radios. The 70’s were considered the “me” generation. Hopefully, alcohol advertising will be banned as well in 2016, because we are the generation of activists. We are the “we” generation.
Speech for school
Apr 2016 · 245
Stable
Bailey Apr 2016
Today I said goodbye,
Today I drew the line
And though it's painful,
I can't be faithful
And let you make me cry.

I don't want you to hold me,
I just wanted you to know me
All I wanted was,
A friend because
We both were very lonely.

I love you so,
I don't want to go
Been so sweet,
Swept me off my feet
It was so hard to take things slow.

But I can't stay,
And live this way
You make me sad,
And I make you mad
So there is nothing left to say.
end of a frendship
Apr 2016 · 337
Codependent
Bailey Apr 2016
I really don't like
feeling like I'm about to throw up
when people are mad at me.
And I really don't like
feeling like I'm going to die
when I think for a split second that
someone will leave me.
I am so codependent,
that every dream I have,
I am with someone or in a crowd.
And my worst fear is
waking up
to an otherwise empty world.
I live for others.
Helping, loving, appreciating them.
And that is not okay for me.
Because nobody
can love as much as I do.
I was 7 years old when my mother told me that
loving everyone is a blessing and a curse,
and said that it's best I didn't
tell that girl I loved her
when she scraped her knee.
I have been feeling the affects
of this blessing/curse
my whole life.
And still,
all I want
is for someone to
at least
let me love them
like they should be loved
like I should be loved.
Apr 2016 · 805
Kicked Puppy Me
Bailey Apr 2016
Kicked puppy me.
Mad, mad him.
Don't understand, misunderstand.
No yell, just mad.
I say sorry.
I say why.
Still mad.
Why?
Tears.
Still mad.
Why?
He send me away.
I sit.
Sit here me.
Sit here sad.
Cry me.
Why?
confused and sad
Apr 2016 · 355
Samantha, beeb
Bailey Apr 2016
Minutes without you
those stupid, painful minutes
feel so much longer
beeb
Apr 2016 · 355
First Poem I wrote For Him
Bailey Apr 2016
I swear I'm not in love with him.
The boy with the super glued heart and lingering smile.
With the feathered name and soft kisses.
I swear I swear I swear I'm not.
But I live, for what he gives...
I live for the moments that bring me back,
the moments that take
the broken springs
from under my back.
And these moments are produced by his presence.
I live for personalities like his,
lacking adjective for the sole fact that he is
the only one that emanates such a state and way of life.
He is the only one to own this armor that is indistinguishable from his skin.
I live for independence and codependence.
Both of which he blesses me with.
He doesn't see the need for harshness and punishment due to flaws. My flaws.
I live for nature.
The same nature as his flesh that melts into the background of the trees, as the shift between his daytime talk and his nighttime swim through my veins.
I live for the yearning of something in the distance.
And he-- he is the most beautiful horizon I've ever reached out to touch. I live for things like him.
And there is nothing like him.
So here's the question. Do I live for nothing...or do I live for him?
I live for him.
But I swear I'm not in love with this boy... (okay, so maybe I am).
When I first met him... God why did this happen
Bailey Apr 2016
He's a stupid, selfish *******.
An immature little boy in a man's body who wanted to be like his father and get away from his mother.
Joining the military was--for him--like a little girl wishing to be a princess.
I could never convince him otherwise, even with facts and statistics and love.
He didn't want to stay for me, didn't want to stay with me.
But I don't care about that part.
I care that he's a stubborn little **** who thinks he's going to be a hero in people's eyes.
But it's not heroic if you ache for the recognition, the fame and glory and honor.
"So I can be somebody" he says.
So people will shake his hand in the store, he means.
He wants so badly to be this stereotype
that he will ignore the people
who love him,
and someday
he will become a crying,
scared,
traumatized mess in his bed sheets,
when the wars are done.
I only congratulate myself for leaving him,
because I won't be around when that happens.
This is what you left me for, Boy.
I hope it's worth it.
I hope you make your Daddy proud,
because I didn't.
I can't hug you goodbye
because of that
awful thing you did to me.
I blame you.
I blame you for everything.
For throwing away
everything we could have had
like it was a messy drawing.
You should have hit me,
screamed at me--something!
Should've done something more than cheat on me
because I still love you.
And for that, I hate you.
You stupid, selfish boy,
not letting me send you off
before you fight for your pride--
oops, I mean
America.
first time feeling bitter
Apr 2016 · 339
Homework
Bailey Apr 2016
5 am
WAKE UP
I am wasting my life, sleep, health, five days a week
6:45 am
ANXIETY HURTS MY CHEST
crap I'm late
7:30 am
WAS THAT DUE TODAY?
gotta do that after school
w--
2 pm
GOT MY TEST BACK
okay no more laziness, I'm getting stuff done at home
wh--
2:35 pm
WAKE UP IT'S YOUR STOP
so tired, so tired, so tired
3:50 pm
WAKE UP GO GET YOUR SISTER
I wasted an hour...
7 pm
wouldn't you like to write poetry instead? It's okay if you do..
10 pm
STAY AWAKE FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK
I'm going to hate myself in the morning
why--
?
daily
Apr 2016 · 271
A Future Passed
Bailey Apr 2016
i remember when
i wished to be a martyr
*long forgotten dream
title credit to Bill Hughes
Apr 2016 · 333
Type
Bailey Apr 2016
I used to like scene guys
then I had mean guys
I just want nice guys
but they're hard to come by
          .
I used to like crazy girls
found a few nice girls
made them my whole world
but always said goodbye
          .
And there were others
so sweet and
so kind
           .
We somehow knew each other
their pronouns like mine
           .
But of course
I don't deserve
such a beautiful treat
            .
I don't get kind
and I don't get sweet
            .
I get the crazy
I get the mean
I love everybody
and give what they need
Apr 2016 · 332
House Boy
Bailey Apr 2016
When I finally convinced myself that you loved me
as much as you said you did
I found out that you didn't.
The worst part is that you made me feel safe.
And that is something I rarely feel.
Now you're like my childhood house,
burnt to a crisp and unstable to live in.
I pass by everyday
and sometimes wish to go in it.
But I know that it will never be the same.
it's been a month
Apr 2016 · 319
Better
Bailey Apr 2016
We would all be better dancers,
  if we tried not to step on ants.

    We would all be better singers,
      if we spoke about what matters.

        We would all be better painters,
          if we held hands with a gentle grip.

            We would all be better poets,
              if we put our souls on paper.
Mar 2016 · 458
Small
Bailey Mar 2016
I sat in the grass, under the sun, and found a tiny bug in my hair.
It was orange with a gray **** and itsy bitsy wings.
It did not fly away when I picked it up, but it just roamed aimlessly on my hand.
What shocked me was that I couldn't feel the bug at all,
not even when it hiked over my individual finger hairs.
I watched it walk like it had a purpose,
and looked at the way my porcelain skin divided into the colors of the rainbow in the sunlight.
And then I realized, not for the first time, that the universe can't even feel me on it's hand.
Mar 2016 · 272
Charlie
Bailey Mar 2016
DON'T BE AFRAID
To fall from the sky.
BE THE FIRST
Raindrop of many.
Because even though your puddle MAY LOOK SMALL AT FIRST,
You can create OCEANS.
Mar 2016 · 341
No Flaw Too Great
Bailey Mar 2016
Friends are flowers in the garden of life,
In spring bloom as husband or wife.
An addition to family,
Until the very end,
No flaw too great, for a lifelong friend.
The rose she was pretty,
But needed much on her platter.
The tulip, he said, dis'proved of the matter!
And so they wilted, both in different lines,
'Til they finally crossed,
When the sun had to shine.
The rose she realized,
Had enough to carry.
The tulip he said, all beauty varies.
And so they grew on, until their very end.
No flaw too great, for a lifelong friend.
this poem doesn't really make sense, I wrote it years ago but I like how it sounds
Mar 2016 · 1.7k
I Love You
Bailey Mar 2016
I love you dearly,
I love you truly,
I love all that you are,
All that you have been,
And all that you have yet to become.
for my handsome baby brother
Mar 2016 · 342
Life?
Bailey Mar 2016
Society has people thinking they must,
people find it hard to trust,
teens build sadness until they combust,
and "perfect" is just a few flaws away...
A world so puzzling with nowhere to fit,
narrow minds thinking this is it,
cold souls and fire we spit,
and we find cons in all of our days.
Keeping one eye on the clock,
no patterns yet we hate to be shocked,
to subtle addictions we flock,
and we wonder why we're in dismay...
Adjusting for a fulfilling life,
getting ****** and kissing knives,
but we're always so surprised,
when we come to our leaving day.
Mar 2016 · 6.0k
Life Is Like A Lollipop
Bailey Mar 2016
Life is like a lollipop. It’s sweet and sour. But not many know, that they have the power. You choose whether you bite before the center, you choose what flavor. But the truth is, your life's gonna **** if you don't plan to savor. So unwrap life slowly, and enjoy its taste. Before you know it you've swallowed and it’s already too late.
Bailey Mar 2016
You turn the water on.
You pour in the neglected bubble bath liquid, you pour in a lot.
You are expecting much from this bottle as you empty it of its contents. You step into the tub and lay down.
Then you see; your toes stick out of the water, the water gets cold too fast, there are no toys to distract you from the awkward silence between you and the bubbles you were expecting to ease your pain, to set your mind free.
You curse the bubbles, stand up and pull the drain, not bothering to watch the soapy water swirl into nothingness.
You turn the shower on and rinse off.
You get out and wrap a towel around you and put on your sinful clothes.
You walk away from the bathroom.
It’s then that you realize your skin is baby soft, the bubbles had done something for you after all.
You forgot to thank them before you pulled that plug, sending them to their doom.
It wasn't their fault.
You are the one that grew, that left them in the back of your cupboard. You're ashamed for only about a minute before you return to your daily routine, only to get ***** once again.
broke the poem up because a few people suggested it
Mar 2016 · 354
Play The Game
Bailey Mar 2016
In a world where we know not when each will expire,
We still yield ourselves from each desire.
Our burning passions from our past,
Seem to make no change,
But any day could be the last,
So no matter the time, play the game.
Mar 2016 · 310
Sierra
Bailey Mar 2016
Forget me not, O lovely one, until your last setting sun, that wavers in comparison to your marvelous eyes and crumbles forth as I am paralyzed, by your beauty, strength and your power of will, I'll love your caring heart until the day it stills.
old poem about written for first love
Mar 2016 · 438
Possibilities
Bailey Mar 2016
Dream of the possible colors to splay, onto the blank canvas of future days.
Dream of the possible journeys to make, now that you’ve realized all of your mistakes.
Dream of the possible sights to see, in the world so kindly offered to thee.
a lot of old poems tonight
Mar 2016 · 523
Blue Jay
Bailey Mar 2016
Dip into my morning sky o' blue jay of mine. I want to awaken to your beauty. Soar into my mind when all has gone wrong. I want to imagine the sound of you tweeting.
Oh how unsheltered head, you are now limitless, but fly into my humble abode and you will fly protected, yet freely.
Fear not my love, of stormy weather. No longer shall you fly on weary wings. No longer shall you fear the hunter, no longer shall you fly from anything. Lay with me. Rest with me. My heart is your den. And if naught you take up my offer, I shan't worry- for in the morn' I will admire you again.
Mar 2016 · 593
Artificial Affection
Bailey Mar 2016
With I casted star, and you as scope;
We each hold still, a child’s hope.
That surely as spring
The sky will roll back
The star will fall
And the earth will crack.
But, with truth, is the star of importance?
Or a numbered pawn,
For the softly spoken wish?
But a thought naught many,
What shall be of the star,
When it’s already fallen?
Lying in the dirt
Having already been wished upon
What love shall happen?
Nothing.
The wish granted,
The star dying.
For in the morn’,
‘Tis not my place.
The star shan't get up.
wrote this at the age of fourteen about a boy who was really a man and told me I was prettiest when I cried.
Mar 2016 · 234
Untitled
Bailey Mar 2016
During a moving, late night conversation,
I told you I loved you.
You cried thankful, happy tears.
Today, out of the blue,
You told me you were in love with me.
I responded with slight annoyance, and fear.

The difference between
My words and yours
Is that I only say what I mean

But you say these things
Because in little doses
I wash away your insecurities.
I say these things because I love you in whatever way, and you say them so that I'll stay, but I don't want you in that way right now anyway. Get it?
Mar 2016 · 187
Itch (10W)
Bailey Mar 2016
When you feel uncomfortable in your own skin,
what then?
what happens next?
Mar 2016 · 304
For Kevin
Bailey Mar 2016
There is a thin veil between you and me,
but wisps of wisdom lie underneath,
on each side of our sky,
wherever we are,
suspended from our matching stars.
Mar 2016 · 412
Soul
Bailey Mar 2016
I know that this body
Only harbors the real me
The me that was always meant to be.
Mar 2016 · 450
Sweet
Bailey Mar 2016
I've met boys like you.
Sweet, so sweet.
I've met three, to be exact.
It took a year for the third
Three months for the second
Just a day for the first
To hurt me.
All three in different ways.
All three haunting me.
Part of me wonders how long it will take for you
To hurt me.
A bigger part of me doesn't want to find out.
and yet, this makes me a bad person
Mar 2016 · 832
Paint
Bailey Mar 2016
I walk around as acrylic.
But when I'm selfish I wish I'm watercolor, so that...ya know, maybe I could start my life over with ease.
I live most days as acrylic.
Some days are really hard. That's when I'm oil, and the pressures of it all build up and build up and harden so fast...
I'm constantly reminded that I can't erase a color. I have to keep going.
Layerlayerlayer STOP
Wait, wait I'm turning grey--
I mean gray...
Just wait it out. It's okay. Don't throw my canvas away.
I'm acrylic.
Another color,
There's a layer.
I'll hang up forever.
To be looked at,
and maybe loved.
I walk around as acrylic.
Mar 2016 · 876
Go Away
Bailey Mar 2016
Please stop trusting me.
I love you but you think that's a good thing.
It's not.

Stay away from me.
Don't you know that I'm poison?
I am.

Things don't work out for me.
You say someday they will.
They won't.

I love you so much more than you could ever know.
Go away.
Mar 2016 · 1.1k
Sickness Speaks
Bailey Mar 2016
You’ve heard of us, I’m sure. We’ve been corrupting the living since life was old enough to be corrupt.
We are why humans scrub, rinse, wash up, wipe down, and die.
At first, we were just travelers. Useless wanderers floating through space and content with having no purpose at all.
Until one of us bumped into, and sunk into, something with a dangerous potential. Something intricate with all sorts of systems that would soon be tainted with this single bump.
It was nice, I guess the first one might have thought, To feel more important than this thing with all of the potential in the world. To corrupt it.
Not all of us damage humans for the sport of it, like Arenavirus Infection, Fibromyalgia, Cryptococcosis, Tuberculosis, Cancer, and many others do.
Some are just afraid of humans. They attack them because they are afraid of the medicines they create, which doesn’t make any sense because in doing this they singularly are more likely to be killed.
Most do enjoy making peoples ill.
The more competitive ones have made rules.
Alright, they’d say, Next one to swim in this lake will catch me.
If they aren’t wearing a coat, and it is below sixty degrees Fahrenheit, their defenses are down and they deserve us.
Well, they shouldn’t be so vain as to purposefully tan their skin.
More points to whoever claims the one with the feeble immune system.
I however, do not feel that it is necessary to attack the humans. We are, after all, supposed to be wanderers.
I am Influenza. I wholly, have killed or touched millions of humans.
I singularly, as .253667IFL, have never touched any object at all and probably won’t for thousands of years to come.
And while I have made this decision and while I don’t believe that it is necessary to attack humans and while I have the potential to, I do not feel sympathy toward the humans.
It is not because I am unlike them, in fact it’s just the opposite.
If there is anything Earth’s Illnesses can agree on, it is something that we have all learned in our travels:
That it is impossible for one to pity something that shares the same potential as them.
Mar 2016 · 373
Good Morning Ground
Bailey Mar 2016
The happy worms are where the moist dirt lies.*

The happy worms are where the moist dirt lies, the moist dirt lies where the worms are happy.

The happy worms are where the moist dirt lies, the moist dirt lies where the worms are happy, and the sleepy leaves lie on top.
Mar 2016 · 649
Samm, Always
Bailey Mar 2016
Happy Birthday, my bucket of sarcastic sunshine.
My sassy baby, with so much love to give.
With the biggest heart around, always weighing you down.
May your sixteenth year of life be one of the best.

When nothing is right, but nothing is particularly wrong,
There is Samm, there to care.
When you need a lipstick encased enchantress to cheer you up,
There is Samm, there to care.
When no one will laugh at your stupid jokes,
There is Samm.
When you need to compare your life to T.V. shows,
There is Samm.

When I need something better than morning coffee--
Samm, always
When I want laughter from the prettiest of comedians--
Samm, always
When I gotta cry in class--
Samm, always
When it gets so bad we need to rent an actor--
Samm, always
When loving someone is all that needs to matter--
Samm, always

Samm is more than you think
Samm is more than you know
Samm is more to me than
anyone will ever be.

Samm, always.
Happy Birthday Samm
Mar 2016 · 1.1k
The Things I Like
Bailey Mar 2016
I like my poems medium rare
I like my clothes to look like couches
I like my thoughts to be deep, even though they make me scream.
I like my music meaningful
I like my dancing naked
I like my people whether they hate me or love me.
I like my romance movies
I like my speeches to move me
I like my infomercials even though I don't buy anything.
I like my flowers petted
I like my animals kissed
I like my coffee strong even though my thoughts make me crazy.
I like my boys sappy
I like my girls happy
I like myself, because I am the things I like.
Mar 2016 · 698
swIm The Seas Of Love
Bailey Mar 2016
I love that piece of you I rarely find
The one that slips out and shines in your eyes

You spit out poison that blinds
I'm dull, stop feeding me empty lies


I don't see how you feel that way
Do you say what you say, to scare me away?

I feel that way because I don't deserve you
You're the ray of sunshine and the sky's blue


And why, do you think, that the sky stays still?
Because you, my love, are the clouds that fill

Clouds eventually will be a downpour
And even the skies might fall


If you won't accept my affectionate words
How then, can I give you it all?

You should be free like birds?
There's no rise for me, only fall


You forget, I am the sky
I can't fall with you, but to lose you is to die

I NEVER ASKED YOU TO FALL FOR ME
but I should have just drowned at sea


Why can't you love me enough
To stick around?

You are too good for me,
You'll only break me later


Give me a fighting chance
I won't let you down

Your words are like a lance
They force me to form a frown


All I want is to love you, take you down from the shelf
But how can I love someone, who can't love himself?
Collaboration between Star Gazer and I. Star Gazer bold and I italics.
Mar 2016 · 326
What Will It Take
Bailey Mar 2016
Hi, how are you?
They ask while
Passing by in the halls

If you really wanted to know
I think to myself
You would have made time for my answer

But instead
They ask quickly
As if to say:
" I am a well-bred person

asking you how you are
making you rush through your brain
for an answer
only to let out
an okay
or fine "

What will it take
For people to stop
Being
Fake
Polite
?
If you don't have time to hear an adequate answer, don't ask.
Bailey Mar 2016
It's people in the halls wondering
what you're thinking about
then being shocked when
reading stanzas is how they really find out
It's getting 3rd when you should've gotten first place and it's
freshman year when you finally got to second base it's
wisdom and laughter and pain and disaster
it can put you in here times, before times or after
I don't just want you to be heard,
I want you to infect people with words
to permanently stain their premature brains
But how to put sense into something so dense?
Some are tasteless, lacking variety
not their faults, just the affects of society
Born in a world where creativity is judged
yeah leave that hand go hold a grudge
no
don't let them tell you you're incapable,
show them you're unbreakable
We don't let anything stop us
--sexuality, religion, race--
it's time for ambitions to take their rightful place
Keep looking up
take down their shrouds
When down here it's too loud
put your head in the clouds
We can escape corners by ripping the box off
by writing stuff that knocks Shakespeare's socks off
It's standing up in class and saying we shouldn't be in it
I knew I was wrong but I went and I did it
I remember my friends calling me crazy and wild but
I know I only did it 'cause since I was a child I
knew that one day
I'd get to speak out
And I knew if I spoke, it'd have to be loud
And if I spoke loud it'd be in front of a crowd
though crowds are what I fear most
And I never thought I'd become your host
and I'm wondering what you think of me now?
But I just want you to help me spread
to show other kids who are stuck in their heads
that contrary to what those naysayers have said--
poetry
is not dead

(here is link)
https://soundcloud.com/iguessimbaileymartin/poetry-is-not-dead
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