She struts through her town
Chin up
Hair down.
Trying to hide
Her skinned knees.
She doesn’t want the world to see
The only evidence she bears
Of when she finally fell.
Tripped, stumbled, whatever you want to call it.
She could hold herself up no more.
Gravity overcame her
Truth overcame her
Life overcame her.
Her back bent
Her knees buckled
She tried to scream
But no sound came out.
Her one moment of weakness
Left her with scars
Unseen
And ****** knees.
How do you come back from a fall like that?
She built herself up for years
Like a mountain ever growing,
A trophy never rusting.
She shined her shoes,
She brushed her hair
She straightened her blouse
Every day
Trying with all her might
To maintain her image
Of perfection.
She should’ve realized sooner
No one is perfect.
Not a one of us
Not Ghandi
Not Martin Luther King
Not Eleanor Roosevelt
Not even Dr. Suess.
They weren’t perfect
So why was she?
Who is she, that gets to achieve the dream
That the majority of people are treading water just to get a glance of?
A better question would be
Why did she get to do such a good job
Of hiding her imperfection.
She walked everywhere with a bottle inside
Holding everything in
Nice and tucked away
Like a child at bedtime
Hidden
Safe and snug
Where no one could see it.
She pulled it out only in the wee hours of the morning
While sitting by herself
At the top of her mountain
Where she sat
And wept
Silently.
When the rays of dawn would peep over the distant horizon,
She would wrap the vial up
And swallow it again
Down into the depths of her soul
To remain hidden
To keep her secrets safe
To keep herself upright and a-okay in everyone else’s sight.
This went on
And on
And on.
Until one night
When the moon shone bright
And the stars and constellations shone around her head.
She went to examine the newly expanded contents of her secret container
When she realized the stars weren’t shining solely on her soft
Perfectly parted hair.
Someone else was there with her
But it was too late to put the ampoule away
It was already out, see
And in plain sight.
She fumbled,
Caught off guard, she dropped her flask.
She jumped to catch it but it was already rolling
She chased it.
Down the mountain they went
A bottle
And a girl
Moving in tandem
One no faster then the other.
She tried to slow herself down as they approached the base
But it was too late
The momentum was too great
She tumbled headfirst
Her knees hit the ground
At this speed
Grass feels like concrete.
Green stains on her elbows,
Blood on her knees.
Water marks down her cheeks.
The higher you build yourself up
The longer you have to fall
As she discovered the night the constellations revealed her façade to another.
No one’s perfect
No matter what they seem
You never know
Who, at nightfall, screams.
This young girl learned her lesson
It’s better not to hide
And now she struts around
Showing skinned knees
With pride.

I have recently became aware,
And realized it to be unfair,
That most poems I write are about me.
This is only by chance, not how I choose it to be.
And if this wasn't a big enough clue.
This poem I've begun, will be about you.
Happy doesn't describe what I am with you.
I never thought a boy could complete me, but you do.
When you look at me I always feel that spark.
A day without you is a day in the dark.
My love for you lives deep in my heart.
If you were to go , you'd tear me apart.
I long to hear your voice ring on my ears.
It's the only voice that could bring me to tears.
I never thought I could love this much.
Constantly, I am longing for your touch.
You really were made for me, and I for you.
You've always let me know you love me too.
It's truly unbelievable the way that I feel.
And it's really to bad that you aren't even real

In my anxious sleep,
I dreamt of a road
that divided the ocean
into a Northern Kingdom
and a Southern Kingdom.

I started my journey from the shoreline.
As I stepped onto the path
my legs began to move on their own accord,
as if they were magnetically attracted
to their final destination.

I moved without haste,
with a tempo of a maestro
conducting the symphony of a chaotic Armageddon.

The waves crashed against the road,
but my feet were warm and dry.
The sea creatures of the deep emerged from the abyss,
but my body was at peace.

I saw the lighthouse-
the journey's end;
she gleam resplendently
on the opposite shore.

I sprinted toward her
through the soles of my shoes
down to the bares of my feet.

To be in her light again...

Only to be awoken by my anxious consciousness
in the darkness of the early dawn.

Funny how
When in the car
Watching out the window as marks in the road roll by,
It can all appear so fast.
Too fast for your eyes to keep track of
The yellows and whites that flash.
Individual streaks blurring into one mass.
But focusing more closely,
One could watch them slowly,
Only if they took it one line at a time.
Funny how life is.

Its 7:30am
She's still in my bed
I don't know this woman
She has become a stranger
though she used to be
someone more profound
The sunlight hits
her face and
I'm reminded of who
she once was
She really is beautiful
but beyond that
I don't know her
I'm tired, worn out
sick of waiting
for the day
she turns to me
and tells me that
she is back
from the abyss
of her
depression

If I fell in love..
with you..
I would treat you right.
I would hold you up to the stars,
and see how you shine brighter.
I would take you to the moon,
to see how much you pull me in.
I would walk through a snowstorm,
and still feel warm inside.
I would throw away everything,
and live only for you.