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CalyPoc May 2013
I was on top of the world
but look how much I've broken.

Torn between past and future
I live in the present, a ruthless place.

The past used to look peaceful,
the future warm and exciting.

But now they're exploding stars
the things set in stone, the things meant to be.

The shards form dwarf planets
that I won't live to see.

For my time is ticking, ticking away
for I'm taken by the sea.

I stand on the dock, the wind
ripping and ripping at my clothes.

A tear slips only once
before I jump.

And before my eyes I see the exploding stars
they burn bright as the water surrounds me.

Reminders of what I have done,
and reminders of what I could have done.

Then I fall from space with a jerking tug
and when I open my eyes, I am alive.

He stands on the shore, because
he saw the exploding stars too.

Not alive, then.
Just between, like I've always been.
Blech I really hate this but I'm going to post it anyway xD
CalyPoc Apr 2013
you told me to tie
an apple on my head
and you indicated
your bow and arrow

"go stand 100 feet away,"
you said, "and i'll shoot the apple
don't worry,
i've got a nice aim"

i didn't hesitate
wanting to please you
trusting you
with my life

but you threw it away.

twang, the arrow
shot from the bow
the string wobbling
and you smiling.

the arrow soared
gracefully, dangerously
and missed the apple
instead piercing my forehead

it was then that i decided
i trust too much
and that trust is what
eventually killed me.
bleh. :/
CalyPoc Apr 2013
One step; he was a child
content to watching
his classmates play
in the sand box.

Two steps; he grew.
No longer so young,
he watched and waited
to be noticed.

Three steps; he was a man
he wanted, but never spoke
never in his life been loved
though he dearly wanted to be.

Four steps; he grew old
watching children
play in the sand box
so very, tragically alone.

Five steps; he was a goner
and left nothing behind,
in a different kind of sandbox
never noticed. never loved.

He
was
alone
even
in
the
grave
CalyPoc Apr 2013
i was young.
frail, i clung
to the ***** hem
of my mother's skirt.

i didn't know it
i couldn't feel it
but i knew
something was wrong.

it started as a
sting, then pounded
through my blood.

then i turned into a chicken.
I shall call this a Kandee poem. Because it's very much like Kandee's personality and such. I was bored, so the ending is me being bored, just so you know.
CalyPoc Mar 2013
hope is like a drowning sailor
forever fading, always resurfacing
hope is at battle with unfortunate failure
a dying ember, a spark of song

failure is like a death so slow
suffering endlessly all day long
failure is growing, a merciless foe
a leaping wave on a helpless shore

foes are like a pain within
never fleeting, never quite gone
foes are abundant, and seek to win
they trample you endlessly and sneer in disgust

gone is my pain, that once lurked inside
always hiding, except until now
i have stricken my faults and they no longer hide
a speck of sand, forgotten on the beach
CalyPoc Mar 2013
i don't know why i liked you before.
you were arrogant, unlikeable.
though my feelings were short,
i still fully regret them.

you thought you were "all that"
smart, maybe even a nerd
but you were faking it.
you aren't anything.

nothing but an empty face
full of pretend
now when you speak
i look away.
CalyPoc Mar 2013
i don't remember the exact moment
that i fell for someone completely, honestly
out of reach, yet standing right
in front of me.
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