Poetry because I think in terms of poems
Of stanzas and lines and lyrics
Poetry because it is there at my worst
And because it was there at my best  
It was there when my Grandpa died
And I couldn’t breathe for a week
It was there when I was at peace
And I got a glimpse of the universe
It was there for me when I didn’t want to be me
And I wanted to run away from myself
It was there for me when I was on top of the world
And I was the sky, the birds, the tops of the trees
and the belly of the clouds

Poetry because it is the sweetest music
The sweetest my ears have heard
Poetry because it flows from my soul
And because it makes the stars into diamonds,
The rivers into silver satin
The moon into a goddess
My thoughts into a river
Clear and crisp
Poetry because it allows me to dive in
Into that river
On a hot summer day
It allows me to cool down  
To swim in my thoughts
To feel  
To be free

Poetry because it is the best expression of me.

i wish for everything to stop.
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                           ­                               just for a moment.

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                               ­                                                                 ­                                 may i please press pause  
                                                         ­                           and go about my day with everything this way
                                                             ­                  a world captured in ice and wouldn't it be nice
                                                                ­      if i could view this exclusive art gallery so lovely
                      
                      
                  ­          a  
                    world   so  
               lonely,   just me
                    and      all
                           the                  
                                          icey  life.


and oh, if my thoughts could stop too if i could just view
the frozen moment through soley images in my empty mind no words or judgements to find
Ah, if the thoughts could stop.


i think what i wish for is quiet.
not the normal

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but complete:       silence.






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... just

You say my past doesn't matter to you; you never knew that me.
But these scars on my arms and legs, though they are from the past, they are me.
And that depression I told you was gone? It is still here, still me.
That girl who cannot trust you enough to do a trust fall, that's me.
So when I show you my arms and say this is me, don't you dare look away.
My past made me who I am today. My past is me.

On this day of independance
I wear a shirt depicting the stars and stripes
I bought it at a department store depicting conformity and consumerism
I wear a bracelet made out of pennies, eight shiny Abe Lincolns
His faces looks up at me and speak of capitalism,
They whisper that pennies are all anyone has anymore.
My uncle yells "Happy Fouth!"
As he is brought forth another excuse to get drunk
And we light these fireworks as if they are exciting
As if we aren't just another typical family of American dreamers
Who keep blindly reaching for the elusive American dream.

Do you see that space
On the right side of my bed
That empty, lonely space?
I left it there for you  
Along with the expectant pillow
Perfectly plush, puffed up
No imprint of a head
Because you have yet to lay yours on it.

Do you see my bed
As half empty or
As half full?
Either way it is at half
Of its true potential
Will you fill this bed full?

Contrary to popular belief
The right side of my bed
Is not provacative
Although it is inviting
My cool bed sheet
Beckons with
Whispers of innocence
Not to take and be taken
But to have and to hold
Just warm embraces
To keep out the cold
Nothing more.

Do you see the light
In my window
Will it help you
Find your way
A north star to guide you
Over so you may stay
Will you find your way over
Through the moonless night?

Can you hear me
Whispering your name?
And when I say the word
Love
Do you know I am
Saying your name?  

Will forces of what you call luck
Forces of what I call destiny
Make you see;
The empty space
With the puffed up pillow
The innocently half full bed
To have and to hold in and
The light that shines for you
In my window
Will it make you hear
Me whisper your name and love
all the same?

(I can almost see you laying next to me,
your outline throught the veil of the dark
and I can almost smell your musk
and I can almost hear you softly breathing,
your heart beat in tune with mine)

Will you come over
Fill the empty space
Softly press your
Head on my pillow
So that it will remember your shape
Will you fill the bed but
Keep it innocent by only
Filling it with an embrace
Will you have and hold me
Will I have and hold you too?

Will you climb
Through my window
Turning off the light
As you come
For it will have served its purpose
Will we both whisper love
and each other's name
All the same?
Be it luck or destiny
Will I find you next to me
To have and to hold
To fill that space?

Yes
Sadly
As proven
All good things
Must come to an end

But
They do
So, only
So that bad things
May come to an end too.

The music pouring out the open window
Drum beats attacking the air
But is isn’t loud enough
Not loud enough to erase
The memories made in that place
No one can leave one’s mind
But one can leave their state of mind
You’re cute, you’re kind
What goes on in that mind?
It’s mostly a battle you’ll never find
The car is aimed right for the coast
It will coast right off into the ocean  
No one to hear the sigh of relief when
Eyes see that first glimpse of the sea
Don’t worry, I worry enough for two of me
I’m looking for a new me
A not so **** blue me
A bird that is in flight
Not a bird that already flew  
How can I start anew
When I'm only getting older
The music gets softer, not bolder
Soon the beat has got me beat
The wind flying through the window
Too quickly, I can't breathe, oh
Into the ocean I go.