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Dec 2019 · 84
josie Dec 2019
nothing fills me with a feeling of power
a rush of strength
this feeling of being the clark kent of words
quite like the thoughts being poured out
white space being filled with black characters
the sound of my keyboard clicking as my fingers fly

I can create something beautiful amidst chaos
I can't change the world
but I can weave you a story
or make you feel something
something real or something fake
I manipulate those little curves and lines into
someone's life or my life or an object's life
or facts or lyrics or a story or an emotion

maybe I can't fly
maybe I don't have telekinesis or telepathy
but maybe I can control minds
but maybe I can create a world
maybe I can create a life or a story or anything I want
with 26 little strokes on a page
mixed and mingled with each other
sounds and colors and emotions
in black on white
May 2019 · 384
josie May 2019
If I am constantly told that
my grades do not define me,
then why has my entire life
been centered around making
them perfect?
Why do you not care if I
have values or morals but
instead care if I know what
the hypotenuse of a triangle is?
Why am I graded on how much
I can jam in the already
stuffed file cabinets of my brain
when I am constantly told
I am more than my GPA?
Apr 2019 · 192
josie Apr 2019
i never got the
shall I compare thee to a summer's days,
the take the road less travelled
and all that blah blah whatever

when i look at you though
i understand
because you are poetry embodied
someone stop me with these crush poems

I just really like taking words and making them pretty
Apr 2019 · 297
josie Apr 2019
my entire life
(which isn't that long)
I've been told that
I am an old soul,
a grown woman
inside a teen body.
but around you,
I finally act 16.
Apr 2019 · 386
a glance
josie Apr 2019
fluttering heartstrings
being tugged upon by
someone I promised
myself I would not let
in but here we are, and
when you look over at
me and I catch your
eyes on mine my doubt
seems to disappear for
just a half of a second
as I consider that maybe
I'm not as bad as I make
myself out to be inside
my brain, maybe I'm
just what you want and
need and feel deep in
your soul when you
think about me, the way
I think about you, and
that doubt returns quick
and all but it's no worry
because for just a second
you made me happy and
that's more than any drug
or pill could give me
because you're you and so
unreasonably handsome
and witty and I can't get
past the fact that you even
bother to make eye contact
with me, and even though I
normally hate eye contact
when I look in your eyes
my insides simultaneously
burn and relax and scream as
I think of everything hiding
behind those eyes and I can't
quite get it but I swear to you
I'd do anything to figure it out.
we're back with more on this dude
Jan 2019 · 792
josie Jan 2019
your name
rolls off
the tip of my tongue
so easily
I think
I was born to say it
over and over and over
Jan 2019 · 184
josie Jan 2019
all I think about is you
your dark hair, and your dark eyes
and how you're too good to be true
and the way you laugh and sound surprised

I want to bury myself in you
and never escape the feeling
of seeing the incomparable view
that is you, that leaves me reeling

and you'll probably never even know
that this is how much I care
but maybe someday you'll realize
that I was always there
this is my millionth crush poem so I should stop that soon
Jan 2019 · 161
josie Jan 2019
it's absolutely unreasonable
how hard my heart pounds
when I see your name
or someone who looks like you
or you talk to me
or I see you from a distance
but what's even worse
is when you smile at me
and for one sacred moment
time stops.
Jan 2019 · 209
made for me.
josie Jan 2019
You were made for me, I think.
Maybe some kind angel from up above saw me struggling and decided that, you know what? Let's give this poor human a break. Let's send her something good.
And they did
and now you're here
and I couldn't be happier.
if you knew that this was how I felt, maybe I could be.
But for now, this works.
All I know is I'm pretty sure you were made for me.
Jan 2019 · 217
a poem you'll never read
josie Jan 2019
anonymity is freeing
and it lets me know
I can write this
and you'll never know
it's about you
you'll probably never even
know it exists
so here goes nothing

oh my god do I like you.

your eyes are so dark
and they have meaning
i've never seen such emotion
in eyes before yours

you're shorter than me
but it's endearing
tan skin and strong muscles
build the body that holds
your beautiful soul

exactly my humor
smarter than me
though you always tell me
i'm the smart one

and the same interests
everything I like
you like too.

and so this one is for you,
you know who,
even though you don't know
that I made this for you.
that's okay though.
letting myself think these things
is enough satisfaction.
maybe one day
i'll even read you this
if i'm so lucky.
until then...
here's a poem you'll never read
oh my god i have such a big crush
josie Dec 2018
doesn't it haunt them at night
that they're doing nothing?

shootings every other day
innocent children just want to learn
instead, they're shot
and all they do
is send thoughts and prayers?

people are dying
and they say 'what a shame'
instead of taking action
because it's against their values

seems like maybe
they should take a deeper look

don't they want this to end too?
Dec 2018 · 1.2k
an urge
josie Dec 2018
something in my soul tells me
that I was made for the night
not like some supervillain
no, like this is my time
to just be

the night pulls me
to a life that's not mine
but one I'd love to live

I'm made for it,
I think
or something in my bones
tells me that I am

I can't quite describe
what exactly it is,
but I think it goes
something like this

neon lights in a dark room
genuine laughter
a big city swallowing me whole
reminding me how tiny I am
but in a good way
you're not insignificant
you're part of this huge world

no panic and fear
no constant ache in your chest
that tells you
the monster is just behind you

just living
wouldn't that be something?
Dec 2018 · 213
gone astray
josie Dec 2018
wayward words
and forgotten thoughts
stuck somewhere you once knew
but have long since lost
Dec 2018 · 269
josie Dec 2018
something you can't quite remember
that's on the tip of your tongue
ready to be spoken
but hidden in the back of your brain
and so nothing is said
Dec 2018 · 297
the diamond wall
josie Dec 2018
I am but a little nick on a giant diamond wall
etched with images
made by those who did something
who made a difference
who you can notice.

And I’m just a tiny scratch of a passerby
who wished they could leave a mark
like the huge images.
But they were blessed with a chisel
and all I have
are broken fingernails.

I try and try to carve something
to make a beautiful image
but it’s of no use.
I wasn’t born for this.

Only diamond can cut diamond.
And I am not like the diamonds.

— The End —