sometimes I wonder
who I would be
if my life was different
if I was born by the sea
the possibilities are endless
I could be rich and famous
or die broke and friendless
It could be small differences
like coffee or tea
or it could be big
like living in a different country
I could be born in the '50s
or far into the future
a universe where there's magic
that be way cooler
sometimes I daydream
of what it would be like to
live in a world where
the skies not blue
I wonder where I am
in these fantastical places
but I hope I'm ok
where ever my birthplace is
shyly you glance off to the side
embarrassed, trying to hide
I brush your hair out of your eyes
and feel the butterflies start to rise
Your dark eyes stare into mine
and I search your face for a sign
you smile at me, that's all I need
I take your chin and start to lead
your lips to mine for a searing kiss
and we both get lost in the bliss
the princess locked herself away
behind tall walls of grey
so no one could see her die inside
and she can hide behind her pride
the dashing rogue saw these walls
she wanted to explore its halls
she wanted to see every inch
and find out why she's so quick to flinch
the rogue found an ornate gate
but saw the lock and had to wait
but she's impatient to see her free
so she set out to find the key
she travelled far and wide
to where the dragon resides
at the top of the highest mountains
surrounded by deadly lava fountains
the golden key dangled from its neck
beneath wicked teeth that kept you in check
but the rogue devised a cunning plan
to get the key as quick as she can
with clever words, she tricked the dragon
to give the key without any nagging
so back down the mountain, she walked
to match the key with the lock.
The blinding white shine
of the snow is divine
as I rush through the woods
to meet you by the dogwood
my heart is thundering
my thoughts are stuttering
our time is running out fast
we can't always escape our past
but faster and faster my feet run
as my hands fail to block the sun
in this sea of white, there's a splash of red
"Meet me by the dogwood," you had said
my speed picks up at the sign
as I try to escape my bloodline
then a blow of a horn, I hear them coming
they're here for me, they're going hunting
the biting cold stings my face
I try to keep a steady pace
as I try to reach the red dogwood
the place I spent my childhood
the sound of hooves reach my ears
the sound of shouts bring me to tears
I hear the barks of dogs and hounds
as I run across the snowy grounds
at last, I see you up ahead
surrounded by a sea of red
I jump across over a fallen log
I see that you have heard the dogs
you grab my hands as I arrive
a quick hard kiss cause I'm alive
but as we start to run away
the guards surround us, there to slay
I hold you close, tightly in my arms
as they load up their firearms
with a loud bang, they shot us dead
and the dogwood sees more bloodshed.
I feel you with me, I feel your grace,
as your sunbeams hit my face.
You warm me up with a cup of hot tea
and relax with me beneath a bay tree.
I see you in every stranger's smile
you make my day all the worthwhile.
As we watch the sun go down
you help me make some flower crowns
to give to my dejected sibling
who I love despite our quibbling.
As I turn my playlist up
I feel the heat leave my teacup.
'cause now we have to say goodnight
as Artemis comes to take the night.
soaring high up in the sky
he lets out a joyful cry
he has his wings spread out wide
and has his heart filled up with pride
The sunbeams down at him
while he dives on a whim.
As a smile plays upon its lips,
The sun tightens its scalding grip
'Icarus is flying too high' they sigh
as he lets another joyful cry
'but I won't make the same mistakes' he thinks
as he flies closer to the brink.
Soft and intimate
your lips brush the inside of my wrist.
The jump of my pulse
shows you've been missed.
Its moments like this
relaxing in the afternoon sun
with your sweet lips
I come undone.
I look to you once again
to see if you notice my pain.
You look at me completely baffled
unaware of what I've battled.
Is it too much to ask for validation
for you to share in my frustration
I'm not asking you to understand
acknowledgement is all I demand
I want you to see that it happened
not live in ignorance and think I imagined.
They say 'It is what it is,' and that is true
I just want you to say that you knew.
I want to know that I'm valid
no need to sing me a ballad
Just tell me what I already know
no need to wrap it in a bow
Just be very avid
about the fact that I am valid.
Quiet voices fill the night
you have to run before they bite
The shadows try to grab at you
from dark corners, they grab your shoe.
You know you should have listened
they told you ignorance is bliss and
to not go into the woods alone
but you were like a dog with a bone
You dodge the shadows
as they tear at your clothes
the menacing whispers grow louder still,
they leave you with an awful chill
a tree root catches you off guard
you fall and hit the ground hard
the fear rises up within you
as you watch the shadows form anew
the whispers are unbearable
they make you feel terrible
frozen in place, you can only stare
as they jump at you through the air
thought I'd try something new
There once was a witch
who lived in the woods.
She went to the towns
and sold all her goods.
She had her own garden
and animals to spare.
She showed off her crystals
and never hid her prayers.
The townsfolk looked on
with growing distaste
as she sold her goods,
they want her erased.
So they gather their torches
with pitchforks and hounds.
They march to her house
and defile her grounds.
The crows all fly fast
to warn her they yell.
They give her the time
to cast her big spell.
When the townsfolk arrive,
they can't believe their eyes.
As the house started to rise,
they let out startled cries.
Now, she lives among the clouds.
Where she alone was always roused
by the chirping birds and crows
high up in her floating house.
they look at you with cold eyes
hard-set mouth and eyebrows rise
venom drips from their tongue
very coarse for one so young
so much anger within their soul
the glowing red embers of burning coal
they won't show weakness they won't show pain
they won't stop till their enemy's slain
that is what they show the world
fists clenched and eyebrows furled
they hide behind a tough guy charade
so no one can see them afraid
but ones you see past the mask
you'll be shocked and left to ask
why they are so nice and kind
but keep it all close, confined
An old man smiles and points the arrow
"you don't know they're just a sparrow."
a girl who seems tough, angry and mean, but after you get to know her you realize she is the exact opposite. Often young-looking.
Yeah, she seems coarse, but that's just because she doesn't know you. She's really just a sparrow.
by chattertonbeats April 03, 2015
Also kinda thinking of changing my name to sparrow
Breathing deeply, I close the door.
Back to the wall, I sink to the floor.
Heart beating fast as tears burn my eyes.
I hug my knees tightly, I'm half my size.
It's all too much, I've had enough.
I run to my room when life gets rough.
Outside they yell and cry and strafe
but here these four walls keep me safe.
They hide me from the outside world
so I can lay in blankets, curled.
I run and hide and find my escapes
and try to forget my cuts and scrapes.
Standing tall on the highest mountain
surrounded by clouds and the most beautiful fountains.
Against all odds, the tree grew on the toughest rock
up in the sky with the highest-flying hawk.
The cherry blossom reached for the sky.
The cherry blossom wanted to fly
to see the world from up high
to see that last as it dies.
The cherry blossom reached its goal
but all too soon it lost control.
it wanted to see it all
even if it meant it'll fall
The cherry blossom reached and reached
while its trunk screeched and people preached
"trees aren't flexible," they cried
yet still, the cherry blossom tried
the cherry blossom soon adapted
for it never ever got distracted
its trunk had bent and curled
and soon it could see the world.
high above the clouds, we rise
as the world shrinks in size
I look to you smiling wide
we're here together side by side
we float past the green hillside
and I'm glad for this balloon ride
cause it's giving me more time with you
to see you in this golden hue
to see the wind dance and play
and lead your red curls astray
I love to see your excited smile
as we float across the isle
your dark brown eyes shine so brightly
I have to pull you close and hold you tightly
to run my hands down your soft, mocha arms
as you break down my walls with your charms
but this was a long, long time ago
and now I'm alone writing these poems
I miss our time together
flying in the fair weather
but now I must swallow my pride
and know we'll never go for another balloon ride
There once was a boy who feared himself.
So he went and hid in a big bookshelf.
He picked up a book and started to read
he saw the hero and followed his lead.
He read, he lived within these books
saw himself, the hero with the striking good looks.
He wanted to see it all he said
as the wonder and joy-filled up his head.
From world to world he travelled far
he sailed the seas and explored the stars.
He laughed, he cried and lived many lives
in his desperate quest to help him survive.
But everything has to come to an end
the books were done and all were read.
Just like that, he was alone again
alone with his thoughts, away from his men.
with no more books to save the knight,
he picked up a pen and started to write.
My gender can change at the flip of a switch
They say it's impossible They say it's just a glitch
They ask if I'm male, female or non-binary
I'm all three I'll tell them finally
that's when They start to frown
and look at me like I'm a clown
"you can't have all three you must choose one!"
"the science doesn't support it, ***."
how do you explain it then
when my gender decides to flip again
when I go from someone who loves herself
to someone who can't look at himself
when I can't stand to be either gender
I refuse to stand by and be a pretender
Is it too much to ask for you to respect me?
To let me be myself, to let me be free?
To ask me what my pronouns are
when you see me at a bar?
my gender is mine you will not correct it
you will not make me feel like a misfit
because I know who I am, what I am
there is no right answer to this exam
my gender is fluid
don't act like you're clueless
because I don't fit in a neat little box
I don't care if you think its a paradox
because you don't get a say
in who I am today
I'm not nonbinary
I'm not trans
— The End —