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Jun 2013 · 578
warming up winter time
maybella snow Jun 2013
winter:                                                                      ­        
frozen crystal diamonds sparkling in
     the morning sun                    
dew wet cobwebs
strung between trees              
blue glass clear skies        
crisp fresh air

scarves and gloves        
socks and blankets
and,                                              
you                                      
i got you in
winter    

it made winter              
beautiful for me      

winter is no longer drab and cold        
when you're holding my hand

so don't let go
Jun 2013 · 553
you killed my shadow
maybella snow Jun 2013
everyone has a shadow
                                                       perpetuity connected to them
following them everywhere
a not so hidden part of them                      

          is it possible to get rid of it    
                        that darkest part of you that follows you everywhere

i've found someone
who slaughtered my shadow                    
      eradicated the darkness of me
                                             they shone a light
not because i asked them      
           they did it, unintentionally
and killed my shadow                            
                         in turn
                             i noticed how                  
when we stand    
hands intertwined              
in full sunlight                            
                                               your shadow's gone

we eliminate the darkness in each other



~      ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼      ~
maybella snow Jun 2013
<3
                           i                                                                ­                        

                                       ­                        miss  


                                                        ­                                                            you

so                                       much


                                                          ­                         it


                                                               ­                                                                 ­     hurts

                          i              love             ­ you


                                                          ­                x x
                                                               ­                                                                 ­                    x

                                          ­                      x
                                         ­                                                                 ­                 x x x
                   x
                                                               ­                   don't                                         ­                   

make
                                       ­                                      me

                                                             ­                                                             live­

                 without                                                          ­                              

                                                               ­                                                           you
  ­                                                   ever


                                                              ­                                       again
please
                                      x x
Jun 2013 · 403
live evil
maybella snow Jun 2013
l                                                                          l

li                                                                        il

liv                                                                   vil

live                                                               evil
                              live evil

   is it possible to live without being evil?
maybella snow Jun 2013
how it possible that                                                             ­                                   
something so utterly wonderful:                                                       ­  you                    
can make everything dull,                                                            ­               are                  
you trying to ruin my, not                                                              ­perfect
          hopeless little existence of a life                                                             and        
      now all normal everyday things aren't the same                                                       i                  
never would have guessed that this feeling:                                                     love
     would come at such a horrible dark time, thank                                                you
took forever to get this to work, might not have the best english and grammar skills but idc, was made to be two poems in the one poem.
Jun 2013 · 3.2k
flyaway dandelion
maybella snow Jun 2013
once someone asked me what my favorite flower was                                    
                                                                                                    i told them, "a dandelion"
they looked confused for a moment                                
before i told them why                                                

                                            i like dandelions because
                                   not only are they cute and fluffy           [hehe]

they're also weeds                              
                            found in every day places
nothing special          
but i love them                        

and for me                                                                        
i will always think of them as little wishes                                                
running around crazy in the garden                    
as a child, if you blew it all away in one breath                                                    
then you got a wish                                                                    

                              now every time
i see one of those cute
                                                    fluffy, light
                                                    everyday weeds
                      i smile as i bend down to pluck it gently
                                                trying not to ruffle it too much
                                                                            i draw in a breath
                                                 and watch as the segments go flying
                                                                          dawdling through the air
and i make a wish                                                                      
on that flyaway dandelion
its true, dandelions are my favorite flower or ****...
maybella snow Jun 2013
i made a wish                                                      
late last year
or early this year?      

it was set highly upon a                                                            
f                                                                
a                                                            
l                                 ?                        
l                           g                          
i                      n                            
n                i                              
g          y                                
or   l                                  
f                      star        
but i wished                                                              
(sorry cant say the exact wish, it might not come completely true then)
i wished                                                              
for someone to make me happy                                      
the happiest person                    
i got it
or part of it

i got to be happy, i'm happy now              
but without you                                                                
i'm not happy                                      
and neither are you            

all wishes come with a price....                                                                        
is that my price?                                                                          
or is it going to be more expansive?            

i don't know if i am willing to pay                                        
for the expenses of a wish set upon a star
maybella snow Jun 2013
10 words
decided to make a 10 word poem, thats what happened, never done it before, idk if its good
Jun 2013 · 547
no, i wouldn't pick you
maybella snow Jun 2013
"if people were flowers i'd pick you"                                                             ­                                       
                         ­                  no, i wouldn't pick you
because if you were a flower            
you would be too fragile and beautiful
                              for me to pluck you from the ground
take you out of the soil that you're living in              
                                                ­because flowers, after a couple of days
                                                   wilt and slowly die
                                                             ­             while their colours fade

                            instead i would grasp the hardy weeds around you
making it a safer place for you to grow          
give water to you every day                                                        
send love to you every day                                                        

    ­                                       then if i was feeling really selfish
i would dig you up                
roots, dirt and all      
not leaving any of you behind              
and place you gently in a ***
before placing you on my window sill

letting you grow                                                             ­                                       
giving you water                                                            ­                                          
and loving you                                                              ­                                          
no, i wouldn't pick you

...
Jun 2013 · 1.3k
~ queue life story ~
maybella snow Jun 2013
its a funny feeling;                            
or lack thereof
                                  when you finally realize

[queue dramatic music]

                                                          you don't care
                                                         you don't give a ****
                                                        nor does anyone else

[queue lights]

and yet,                                          
you feel as though                                  
you maybe should            

[queue curtain open]

so you act.                                                                                  
                                     you pretend to be someone
who you know isn't real

[queue 1st actor]

                                                           a fake person.
in a pretend body                      
                    being who they aren't

[queue 2nd, 3rd, 4th actor/actress]

only because,                                              
the pressures get to you                              
with everyone else pretending too            

[queue light dimming]

                                                                   you change,
feel like its normal                              
to hide who you really are                              

[queue actors/actresses leave]

                                                                        someone who:
                                                                                                    really doesn't care
                                          truthfully doesn't give a ****

*[queue curtain close]
Jun 2013 · 253
i'm tired
Jun 2013 · 332
never stop haunting me
maybella snow Jun 2013
floorboard creak as i walk through the house                    
                           i stop for a moment to listen for you
                                                                         and there you are
                              two steps behind me
                       you're not really there                                                          
but i feel your presence
you're a ghost in my mind                      
you return to me late at night                                          
                or when no one's home
                                                                         i hear your deep chuckle
                                                                                              and can't help but smile
you're two steps behind me                    
you're a ghost in my presence                                  
           but you're there
you're with me
you're reassuring me
                       constantly of your love for me
                                           and my love for you

let your ghost be here                                                      
when you cant                

                                                                                         haunt me
                                                            and never stop

*~**~
maybella snow Jun 2013
i was brutally attacked      
                                    the other day
though people were unable to see my wounds                                                                      
           i was assaulted by                                  words            
strung together in careless sentences

                                                                           they made vicious weapons
                                                                         of various differences
these word solders lined up                              
ready and eager                                                  
when they attacked                                            
it was      graceful and ruthless                                                            

the solders              
                                                                                     burnt
my mind          
                                                                      slashed
my self-consciousness                                  
left my feelings                    
                                                                                     gasping for breath
pummeled my heart                                                                                

the      wielder     of these       word solders
     was        blind         to my        brimming tears
                                          and        hurt expressions

as my attackers continued      
                                  to rip my insides

i had to                                          
protect my fort
from      further damage              

i      ushered      my mind into a       cellar,
carried my                                          
self-consciousness and gasping feelings    
                                                              into the doors of my heart
here:                
it was total lockdown
windows   were                            shuttered
doors    were                          double locked

my     retreat     was    noticed
they now knew damage was done
but not the
                              spectrum it was on
they knew enough to see                       it hurt.

they strolled up to my heart in      lock-down
slowly     with a     white flag
      as they came closer i                                                             unlocked and looked    
through the peephole
there they were
asking    "what's wrong?"
saying     sorry    in a       roundabout way

i      opened   the door for them to       enter
we      embraced
i took a      closer look at the     flag
                                                                             it was           white
but around the edges
                                                                             it was               red

there would be  more attacks  where this came from

//... //
Jun 2013 · 405
his girl / her boy
maybella snow Jun 2013
his girl lays in bed unproductive yet thinking   /      her boy sits at his desk head held
his girl holds her heart, only a little distant      /      her boy knows this he doesn't care
his girl is scared for him, worried for him      /        her boy is falling, fast further away
his girl knows there's nothing she can do    /      her boy doesn't know what to do now
his girl loves him with most of her heart  /     her boy loves her with more of his heart
his girl needs him to hold her tightly     /  her boy needs to hold her safely in his arms
his girl, only wants love from him       /     her boy only ever wants to love her forever
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
                 they are only
                                                                                               one entire
                                            world apart
                                                                                   //
                                                                                         they're both in pain
    no matter what
___________________­_____
Jun 2013 · 857
sugar cages
maybella snow Jun 2013
if i was stuck in a cage
it would be made of toffee    
thick strands dribbled in the form of an
        old fashioned bird cage
with no door to open              


made of toffee                              
               brittle, yet not indestructible
enough tears will break it down maybe                          
                  slowly dissolving the sweet encasement
    until the thick strands      
are able to be broken                                          

                                               then maybe
i'll be able to escape
fly the coop                      
                                 away from the tears

but for now:
                       i'm pinned    
                               in a toffee cage
crying enough tears                                    
to be able to break out                  


                                                                                                                                     my sweetened cage

....
Jun 2013 · 448
a single window
maybella snow Jun 2013
i want change
              i look out my window
                                  same old rusty fence
            wire interlocked
it was probably cool
                                          once upon a time
   daffodils have flowered
                                    but they are half dying
                           the bright yellow petals have began to wilt
   the lawn is mowed
                  or was, its grown a little since
      but weeds have defiantly began
                                        their sneaky rebellion
our cat settles itself
             onto a rock, to warm itself
                                       as it grooms and cleans

          i have a single window in my room
                           that is the view
            its not much

                             is it a crime to want change?
maybella snow Jun 2013
the sun            
a burning ball of gas
heating the universe                        
     warming earthlings
sun rays bringing light and warmth
like they always have
when                                                                                  
                                  did the ******* thing
               decide to be choosy                
                                  with who it properly warms?
             or brings light onto?                          

because lately                                                                  
i haven't felt warm
it hasn't been giving me light    

                            when did this happen?
       why is the sun picky?                    
is it something i've done?                                                          
                                               is it possible to offend the sun?
or is it simply protesting against me?
maybella snow Jun 2013
i found myself
                            reading over my poems
   recently
               (i got bored with no inspiration)
            and i noticed something
they've changed
             i don't know if its for the better
or for the worse
                  because
                                     they've become
more jumbled
    and
                scattered
                                    than ever
and my poems
            are my thoughts
                     and emotions
but
     i suppose that makes sense
  
considering
              i feel lost
                      confused
           lonely

so i guess
       thats why my poems
have changed

            because
                        my thoughts
                       and emotions
have changed
Jun 2013 · 336
capturing sadness in film
maybella snow Jun 2013
i found a recent picture of me
i look sad
broken                        
small        

i went back and looked at a picture
of me      
taken                      
  a couple of weeks ago

i was happy
full of life                        
cheerful      

i had no idea
that i had changed so much          
i thought i hid
everything                
tightly
under lock and key

but i guess                                                  
only photographic evidence
was able to      
convinced me                              
that i cant hide              
this strong of sadness                    
anywhere
within me                          

\//\//\/\//\//\//
Jun 2013 · 646
newtons 3rd law
maybella snow Jun 2013
i personally believe in magic
but newtons 3 law...
i believe that also, more than anything          

............

a little pond
picturesque in tiny detail
  short cut grass surrounds it                          
the water reflects the flawless sky
the small cheeping of water birds                        
partly submerged water ferns

a duck                          
brightly colored
on the relatively small side
paddles free of worries                
joyfully, around the pond

the ripples it creates  
rebound, hitting the edge multiple times        
lapping up the embankment

i'm the pond
you're the duck
your actions hit me          
multiple times
a day
a week          
a month

...

"for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction"
Jun 2013 · 483
lifeless living
maybella snow Jun 2013
without you
around
                  near               reachable

the world becomes nothing

a colorless place where life ceases to be happy
                      the sky goes mottled gray
     dark clouds clouds shift over
            all the colors of the world leak out
like when the plug is pulled
                          to let water out of the bath
it goes out
          and away from everything

the most beautiful flowers
               loose their brightest hues
                                       air grows thicker as it
        gets harder to breathe
                   almost like loosing a lung
though assured my body is whole

trees leaves look dead in spring
             brown and dry, lifeless

                 the sun beams down hotter than ever
the moon brings the coldest weather
      the stars dim in the sky
like they have lost their inner fire
        so the darkest clouds cover them
                               as a thick woolen blanket.

all beauty dies or despairs
hidden away for better times
when you are around
                        ....
another poem i have edited and re-formatted... i hope you enjoy C:
Jun 2013 · 485
thoughts that dance
maybella snow Jun 2013
i was unable to sleep last night              
everything was too loud
clocks ticked                                                  
fans whirred                                    
these noises were
amplified
by the night      

though the noises were pounding
loud                                  
obnoxious          
they weren't loud enough                        
to quieten the thoughts in my head.


they spun              
dancers are beautiful by themselves          
but together
with no obvious rhythm      
and with so many
they crash                  
bump              
and disturb
the dancers surrounding them      

they spun uncontrollably fast
chaos playing their part too            
only stopping      a short      time to catch their breath

hours later they begin to tire          
become stif and jerky in their movements                    

a wind begins to blow    
softly and swiftly moving past the dancers                
with a sudden serge of power  
it speeds up                              
whips around                  

the dancers get carried along with it
turning and swirling faster and faster        
their rough grace returns  

the dancers spin away faster with the wind on their back
whirring like little spin tops                
in and around each other

in no time                
a wind storm has been created    
powerful and ruthless
destroying everything            
but those dancing
thoughts
one of my older poems re-done, i hope you like C:
Jun 2013 · 476
beauty on wet nights
maybella snow Jun 2013
there are beautiful things to see on cold wet nights
                     you just have to open your eyes
           and consider it

                it was a cloudy night
hence the rain storm
       but it had stopped for a moment
and the clouds shifted to show the gentle spread
   of stars beneath the wispy clouds
                        to let the moon shine
                i noticed the leaves on the trees that night
after the heavy rain
        they glistened and sparkled in the pale
                light of the moon
twinkling as the wind lightly ruffled them

                             ...
maybella snow Jun 2013
i want to, sit on a park bench                                  
at the beginning of autumn
sipping our take away coffee and watching
the singular fragments of leaves on fire          
falling from the trees
to whirl softly before landing on the ground

i want to, go fishing on a pier sitting over a lake
on a fresh spring morning
just to catch a fish with you                              
name it something ridiculous
and release it back into the wild, so i can say that we
officially domesticated a wild animal together    

i want to, go and see a kiddy movie in the theaters
so we can sit in the front row and watch  
while feeding each other popcorn                              
then wait till the end of the rolling credits, when everyone else is gone
before racing each other
up the stairs and pushing the doors open to outside                

i want to, stand in the supermarket                          
drawing little faces on the condensations and                                
light heartedly bickering with you in front of the freezers
about the right flavor ice-cream
for our movie night on your couch at home                            
before deciding on purchasing both of them

i want to, stand under a light pole                        
on a mild summer night
with crickets as our backing music                              
the moon our only audience, and dance slowly
like the world doesn't exist outside of the small                      
pool of light at our feet

some of the many innocent things i want to do with you...
maybella snow Jun 2013
not all things are beautiful                
but i've tried to discover something          
along those lines, everyday
hidden things that are beautiful                
i sat on the floor
cross legged              
and stared into space
people looked at me funny, but i don't care about them

while sitting
cross legged      
on the floor

the sun shone through the window
and tiny little lights sparkled                              
we don't have fireflies where we are
unfortunately

they were beautiful
gold specks                      
floating through the air        
lazily
with no thoughts
no reason to be        
yet
it was beautiful    

and no one noticed it
except me        
    
sitting on the floor
cross legged
Jun 2013 · 421
remaining upright
maybella snow Jun 2013
i'm just so
tired
        my spine weighs me down
it has lost its
       strength
each vertebra has taken in sadness

they hold it, being my backing weight
         pulling the energy out of me
sapping my life slowly
                        because of the         effort

that it now requires
     just so that
i can hold it up,
     it tires me

        to remain upright
heh just re read that, i wrote it without thinking much, it doesn't exactly run well, but i don't want to change it.
Jun 2013 · 755
fuck.this.shit
maybella snow Jun 2013
**** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this ****
**** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this ****
**** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this **** **** this ****
**** THIS **** **** THIS **** **** THIS **** **** THIS **** **** THIS ****
**** THIS **** **** THIS **** **** THIS **** **** THIS **** **** THIS ****
**** THIS **** **** THIS **** **** THIS **** **** THIS ****

.****.
.
.this.
.
.****.
.
this is not a poem, not an attempt at a poem either, it is completely ungraceful, but really..
Jun 2013 · 1.5k
rubix cube
maybella snow Jun 2013
i've become like a rubix cube
i am placed in the cupboard        
to be taken out on occasion
and put in a disarray  
twisted                                    
turned    ­          
confused                          
  
   just to be put back    
only after being caused more            
damage

after once again being
re-accommodated                
to the lonely cupboard

someone else                                
with obvious time to pass
clasps their hands on me              
only to expenditure
their fancied time on me

but once again                  
being returned into the loneliness
of the cupboard

waiting for the day
when someone else finds me        
dusts me off                                  
and returns me
to my initial state of orderliness

colour co-ordinated      
and whole

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
Jun 2013 · 261
a small something?
maybella snow Jun 2013
i felt something today
     i felt a small tickle of
                                                    contempt
    or
                  hope?

it was only tiny
    it didn't last long, but it was
                                  something
and
                                                       it shocked me
i'm not broken

        not quite yet
                                it gave me    the slightest feeling

of happiness
                                       it wasn't complete
               i'm not complete

i cant be
                 not for a little while longer

but i was okay today
        only okay
Jun 2013 · 570
freezing tears
maybella snow Jun 2013
i'm cold                 yet thats nothing new                
i'm always cold lately        

i refuse to put more layers on
so i sit                          
and shiver        

finally            
i actually feel something        
it's bitter cold                        
but it's real    

not like the fake heat            
of thinking about you                
fake love
where it was real

no, instead                                    
i remain frozen                      

an ice statue  
where tears fall                    
but its okay      

because

they freeze
before they get far            
they roll down
to halfway                  
before stopping
on my cheek          

tiny frozen icicles
Jun 2013 · 315
never ever never
maybella snow Jun 2013
i'm tired
                   i'm sick
      i'm hurt
    
         and i don't care anymore

i'm still waiting
      for a response

               but don't expect
everything
     to be as it was

                ~~
Jun 2013 · 360
48 hours... longer?
maybella snow Jun 2013
its been
              48 hours
         or longer?
since i last heard from you
   i'm worried
                 about
you
               only ever you

life has become
                 a monotone
                                    in comparison
you're a playlist
                    in my head
   forever on repeat

                                          o v e r    a n d    o v e r

i smile at our little jokes
                       said not too long ago
i'm joyful
      i am
            
                but i need to know
     where and how
                     you are
Jun 2013 · 191
live in dreams
maybella snow Jun 2013
wouldn't it be frightening
if dreams we our real life        
and our real life
was our dreams      

would it be much to scary?
or absolutely wonderful?
Jun 2013 · 369
tumbling in love
maybella snow Jun 2013
oh there is irony in love
you fall in it
you fall out of it
it makes you who you are
it destroys who you are
it can make or
break you

*~love~
Jun 2013 · 221
. . . .
Jun 2013 · 373
"i love you... goodbye"
maybella snow Jun 2013
you said you love me
you said goodbye

i heard you've fallen further
down that depressing black hole

you never told me
never considered me

i know you're hurt
i know you're not okay

call me selfish but,
i wanted to help you

be your little life raft
now i don't know

you're gone from my view
i cant save you anymore

you need to talk to me
i hope you will finally see

i need to know you're alive
is there any saving you?
Jun 2013 · 426
embrace old age
maybella snow Jun 2013
gentle lines surround the lips
crows feet corner the eyes
sliver hairs over come fake dye
forehead dotted with sun spots

growing old
keep it that way
be proud that you made it
you got to get wrinkles
living didn't **** you
embrace your slivering hair
crows feet make your eyes stand out
sliver hair sparkles in the sun
sun spots show you have lived

you did it
you grew old!
C:
Jun 2013 · 312
boxed lives
maybella snow Jun 2013
i search through boxes
the boxes are filled
filled to the brim
with sadness
anger, madness

they're taped off to me
they're not my boxes
they're cramping me
i didn't fill them with sadness
anger, madness

i wonder in between them
watching them carefully
waiting to see which one
overflows first
sadness, anger, madness
Jun 2013 · 436
heart? house?
maybella snow Jun 2013
a two story
peaceful, colorful house
windows cleaned
porch swept
roof well kept
gutters empty

. . . . . . . . . .

a crumbling
silent, dull house
windows smashed
porch snapped
roof collapsing
gutters filled with leaves
Jun 2013 · 302
jagged hearts
maybella snow Jun 2013
you cut a heart in your chest
did you do it because
     you felt heartless before?

or did you just have to
re-define your heart?

the lines were jagged
not at all soft or full of heart
Jun 2013 · 506
why?
maybella snow Jun 2013
why?              why?why?                why?   why?            why?   why?             why?
    *why?         why?     why?           why?     why?             why?     why?        why?
        
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Jun 2013 · 332
the "art" of crying
maybella snow Jun 2013
eyes blur

nose stings

jaw clenches

muscles tighten

brain yells

salt drops fall

tears

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*the art of crying is not pretty
it's real
maybella snow Jun 2013
a girl
       wakes up
                 eyes upon
staring at the ceiling
     finding the little spiders
              have grown and multiplied
she smiles
     such small things, such little lives

she rolls out of bed
    shuffles around to find clothes
                    in semi darkness
shoves her hair up
         out of her eyes
and into a loose pony-tail
                                   walks out the door

a girl
       wakes up
                 eyes upon
staring at the ceiling
    not noticing the little spiders
                eyes turned inwards instead
she smiles
        believing today's gonna good

she hops out of bed
    hurries around to find clothes
                    exited about the day
pulls her hair up
         looks at it, considers it
and re-does it to make it perfect
                                   skips out the door

a girl
       lays in bed
                 eyes closed
not responding to the world
     the little spiders have moved away
              grown up, gone to a better place
she's still
     quiet and cold

she's still in bed
    her mother bangs on the door
                    wondering why she's not up
opens it to tell her to hurry
         looks at her, says it again
begins to cry, runs to the form
                               sobs because she never knew
~take it as you will~
Jun 2013 · 3.7k
false prefixes
maybella snow Jun 2013
if only it was as easy as
putting a band-aid on
and kissing it

when you were young
and you scraped your knee
off you went, crying to your mother

where she would sit you down
get a band-aid, slap it on
and kiss the top

it made everything better
you again ran off
to get more scrapes and bumps

because the band-aid was
an easy fix, it stopped the pain
in an instant

...
Jun 2013 · 259
let me kiss it better
maybella snow Jun 2013
i found your scars
you attempted to brush me away
i persisted
brought your wrist
up to my lips

and whispered
"i'm sorry, it'll be okay"
and continued to kiss them
all better

~X~
Jun 2013 · 1.6k
our lavender fields
maybella snow Jun 2013
lavender fields
strawberry bushes
apple trees
mint flavored lips

i wish to sit under
  the tallest apple tree          
and eat    
strawberries
in a field              
smelling wonderfully
of lavender
and mint          

cherry blossoms
getting entangled            
in the wisps of my hair

while you lay sprawled
eyes shut against the sun      

waiting until night
to walk                                  
into the middle of the field    
collapse next to each other
holding hands

staring at the stars
thinking of what to do
tomorrow
Jun 2013 · 686
you, un-described
maybella snow Jun 2013
there is no way to describe
            your beauty
i agree that sounds corny, it does
        
                 b u t

how am i to explain to people
                  
                      how your skin feels?

    the texture of your hair?

            the shadows under your jawline?

                              the gentle,
            loving look of your eyes?

in one poem?

there is no way
              no way that people can imagine it perfect
                                                because you're perfect
              
and this poem shows none of your beauty

~ ♡ ~
maybella snow Jun 2013
i am happy
joyful
it's just that
i'm unsure as to how
to express it in a poem

do i describe the feelings?
or the thing that made me happy?
at the same time maybe?

on cloud nine?
tickled pink?
in seventh heaven?
over the moon?
walking on air?
as happy as a clam?

why must there be
set places
and things
to describe how im
feeling happy?

im happy
here
now
with you

just that
nothing more
nothing less

~♡~
Jun 2013 · 316
you're shoving me
maybella snow Jun 2013
i'm a happy person
i'm satisfied with my life
where it is
how its moving along

so what if i cry on occasion?

there's no need for you to jump
get upset and assume
think that i've fallen over the edge
the edge of sanity

why are you pushing me?
pushing me to get help
for something i don't need help for
there's nothing wrong with me

i'm an average teenager
with average problems

stop pushing me
Jun 2013 · 485
blood seeking plants
maybella snow Jun 2013
roses,
beautiful
yet
deadly

fragrant and thorny

blood red roses
are the most dangerous
they are blood red for a reason

if they ***** you
they absorb the blood
into the plant

it shows again
in the rose petals.
red.
blood red.

the next time you see a
blood red rose.
make sure to steal clear of it

they are out for blood

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