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Melanie Melon  Feb 2014
shoes
Melanie Melon Feb 2014
when I walked in my stomach was screaming nerves,
my heart felt fluttery from my first of many iced black coffees.
I fixed my eyes fixed on the black hightops I stared at everyday during first period,
the peeling rubber toes pointing straight at me.

I looked up, meeting eyes with the spitting image of Kurt Cobain
who smirked at me curiously, then lifted a finger, and turned into the kitchen.
I busied myself untying my boots, even though they had zippers,
promising myself I wouldn’t loose my balance.

The high tops returned, followed by weathered leather moccasins,
who murmured through his teeth “hmmm, designing with materials girl” .
I grinned through my eyes, attempting not to make myself intimate with the floor so soon,
expertly faking breathy laugh to cover up how utterly freaked the unfamiliar title made me.

High tops grabbed my waist and twirled me into the kitchen,
offering a cigarette before disappearing through the screen door and leaving me
in a room filled with music that ran through my head like a brush
combing out the tangles from driving with my sunroof down.

I was surrounded by people with purple hair and overflowing hearts
who floated around the room singing and talking and dancing
while I wondered how I should fill the shoes of my new title
and what kind of shoes I should even be filling.

out of the corner of my eye, I saw high tops march back ;
he didn’t seem to float but parade, his ponytail not quite matching his muscle shirt arms.
He waltzed right up to moccasins and kissed him proper on the mouth
hands holding his jaw, eyes closed, and balanced on his toes.

Satisfied, he stormed back out through the screen
pulling a pack of blacks and a white lighter from his back pocket
(he would soon tell me he didn’t believe in luck,
even though it was in his pocket when he was arrested over a houseplant).

Moccasins just smiled, eyes rolling up into his brown hair
and with his hands out palms ceilingward in a silent offer, he locked his eyes on mine
Before I had a chance to overanalyze,
he decided for me.

Maintaing eye contact, we danced to the 22 year old boys screaming through the boom box
while I tried to integrate myself into the scene,
tried to float so effortlessly too,
like the cigarette smoke oozing in from the patio

he pulled me into a hug that resented gravity
effortlessly lifting all six feet of me off the ground,
pressing my cheek against the cutoff edge of his tie dye tank top,
my blonde hair tugging between his chest and mine

So with fuzzy lemonade on my lips
and bass players hands on my hips
I figured out I didn't need shoes
if i never touched the ground.
IN PROGRESS UGH THIS IS A HARD MEMORY TO ILLUSTRATE
Nora Agha  May 2012
Monday
Nora Agha May 2012
Pinstriped suit
Black briefcase
clink of heels
On marble floors
imposing glass walls
Emails coming in
Emails coming in

Slacks and a tshirt
Powderblue backpack
Red hightops
on gravel
lockers on walls
Students coming in
Students coming in

Oak desk
Open door
Client comes in
Check the emails
"I want a divorce"
turn to the client
turn to the client

Blackboard
Open door
Students stream through
Smile in greeting
"Recess 'aint long enough"
Open up textbooks
Open up textbooks

Client cries
Keep professional poise
nod in understanding
Show no weakness
"He won't sign the papers"
Just nod
Just nod

Students protest
explain over the noise
try to make them love it
show no weakness
"who cares abour 1945?!"
I care
I care

Go home
Collapse onto the
Black leather sofa
in front of
the plasma screen TV
Instant noodles for dinner
Instant noodles for dinner

Go home
Collapse onto the
stained, worn-out fouton
the kids badger
for some television time
Put the roast in the oven
Put the roast in the oven

The neighbors open
their doors
turn to watch yours
remian tight shut
Noone to expect
Noone to come home to
Noone to come home to

The key turns
in the lock
turn to see
him walk in
bag of groceries in hand
Dinner's almost ready
Dinner's almost ready

TV programs over
Noodles devoured
papers signed
emails replied to
slip into bed
In bed alone
In bed alone

Children fed and bathed
television switched off
homework assistance provided
papers graded
husband made love to
Someone to hold on to
Someone to hold on to

Bathtub full of
Cranberry scented foam
Water's cold now
Body's cold now
Cold blade on Cold marble floor
So much blood
So much blood

Alarm goes off
Wake the children
Pack the lunches
Make the breakfast
Read the paper
Such a sad sad suicide
Such a sad sad suicide

Bathtub full of
Cranberry scented foam
Water's cold now
Body's cold now
Cold blade on cold marble floor
So much blood
So much blood

Hold him close
So much warmth
Hold the kids tight
Transfer body heat
Why did she die?
She had it all
She had it all

Nobody to inheret
The condo with a view
The money in the bank
The diamond earrings
the workload
Nobody to miss
Nobody to miss

Hold him close
So much warmth
Hold the kids tight
Tarnsfer body heat
Why did she die?
She had nothing
She had nothing
Erin May 2013
Today I went to a
Red-Cross Baby-sitting course.
And we had to pair up with a
partner,
so the girl sitting next to me
turned to me to
practice
heimlich positioning.
So she stood up behind me and
put her arm across my chest and
we went through that position,
and then tried the other one,
where she put her arms around my stomach.
I could feel her breathing against my
ear, and her hair smelled
sweet and fresh and for the first time ever,
I wondered if my hair smelled like my
watermelon conditioner.
Then we switched,
and I put us through the
first position,
and I liked hugging her waist and
feeling her against me.
We sat down after that and learned about
CPR, and the instructor said we wouldn't be
practicing listening for breathing on
our partners,
and I let my mind wander to
a place where we could,
where she put her ear down
to my lips,
and her brown and blonde hair
fell over her ear and onto
my face.
I shook myself out of that
reverie,
and tried to pay attention,
but my eyes were drawn to her,
so I studied her instead.
An over-large grey sweatshirt,
with an icon of two green hockey sticks.
Blue denim shorts with
light blue lace on the ends,
black hightops,
and her socks were the same
hot pink as my own
shoelaces.
We practiced bandaging each other
up, so I wrapped
a strip of gauze around
her right forearm
and she did the same to my left.
And at the very end she rolled up her sleeves,
and I saw why she had me
wrap up her right arm.
Her left contained a
tile of faint scars,
criss-crossed like
spider-webs,
along her arm.
May 13, 2013/itsjusterin
Maytin Paige Mar 2014
You walk through the door
blonde hair
blue eyes
126 lbs-from being tall-
thin as a stick
long, skinny face.
I look down to see what shoes you're wearing today.
Converse, as always.
Yesterday, they were white.
I've seen you wear
teal
red
yellow
gray.
All hightops.
I am curious to how many pairs you
actually own.
What color will you wear today?
and tomorrow?
Maybe Thursday of next week?
Anastasia  Jun 2019
tattered
Anastasia Jun 2019
she wore hightops
and a tattered
old book bag.
and she liked
to tie
her red converse
to it's straps.
and walk
across
the fire escape.

the metal
beneath
her socked feet
was cool
and x-ed
and black.

she ran,
and she laughed
or she ran
and she cried
but she ran
and she ran
for it was all
she could do.
Andi  Oct 2014
Colarado
Andi Oct 2014
Where are you on this fine evening?
Are your eyes kissing the cross above your head ?
Or lingering on the warm dirt that fills the treads of your duct taped Converse hightops?
Are you somewhere in the middle?
Getting a taste of the foreign perspective
Of the sunset on our shared horizon
Who are you on this fine night?
A person fighting the great river?
Or a person who will swim in the current
Maybe you’re running along side with me
How far away are you on this everlasting morning?
Are you galaxies away looking for me across the universe?
Are you just a car ride away? In your house, in your room, sitting 3 feet off the ground, listening to quiet indie just like always
Or are are you just in Colarado

otm.
hi guys this is my first poem
otm
Arcassin B Jul 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


"Summer Sad face"


I could spend this joyous day with you again,
Then again it's a three day period of what's to end,
Please don't pretend,
That you care about this season,
Enjoying palm trees and your Facebook,
Nike hightops,
But at that time around were crooks,
Stealing your heart,
Telling you to let your guard down,
Captain hook,
Clawing at the emotions,
Definitely a piece of mind they took,
You,
Could,
Have,
All my sadness,
You,
Would,
Be,
My queen of madness,

Just like Alice,
Card games come to life,
Babe I had it,
Driving force in my life.


_________


"Seeing The Glance Of A Girl"


tingly and sharp like thorns and vines,
Beauty needs no word or rhymes,
Character speaks for itself,
It says I'm chilling but I might be doing fine,
Take the soul right out of kids,
Just the devils bids,
On souls,
That could be kept in cold endeavors,
Captured from underneath like fishing poles,
Keep your mouth shut ! She's too clever,
Clever girl,
Pretty girl,
If my reputation wasn't ruined,
I would be your Superman,
Ambitious girl,
Candy girl,
I'd love you all to peices,
Til I can barely stand,

*I really wanna dance with you*

Heart and passion backs up everything,
Even when in chorus class she sings,
1000 angels just scatter,
Showing her devoted blessing,
I feel great affection for those green eyes,
Turns the tide,
Seven seas eliminated,
Chipted plates for frozen foods,
Let me get you motivated.


_________


"~how long~"


...and when they throw hate never turn your (back)
just notice that they'll always hit you (back)
and you might not ever get the chance (back)
but hopefully you figured out that,

...and when they throw hate never turn your (back)
just notice that they'll always hit you (back)
and you might not ever get the chance (back)
but hopefully you figured out that,...…........

Exactly What you call human contact,
Looking for validation,
Or just something ask back,
Preying to target someone,
Further approach to attack,
Scientists can prove this ****,
How long can you extract?

A theory to be LOVED,
A feeling to be ABOVE
A desire to fly like a DOVE

But I don't think they fly,
Oh yeah right ! They cry, duh.


__________



"Circling Through"


Made a u-turn into the pit,
Laid deception on my lap and read it a bedtime story,
Put it to sleep,
And the same with ignorance,
As blissful as that is,
Parting from my slumber only to hear knocking on my door,
Opening it,
And it reality,
Telling me how situations won't be as pleasant,
We all have different lives,
Just learning to circle through the antics of it all,
Taught myself the meaning.
Genius !!!
zb May 2018
broken earbuds and
torn-up hightops and
dented dreams of a better life,
i long to find myself
in the words i write and the images i see
in the dark, in the moment
before i lose myself to sleep

my blurry eyes
find the outline of the stars, shining
and bright even as I
fight to stay awake.

what will i dream tonight?
JasFow  Sep 2017
When They Look
JasFow Sep 2017
Green eyes
Speckled with lies
Trying to hide the truth
Sundresses above the knee
Trying to catch an eye
Crooked smile with gapped front teeth
Charming all who see
Dyed hair
Black underwear
That shows when the wind blows high
Freckles hidden under foundation
Lipstick that's too bright
Hightops
Unmatched socks
Old enough to be anything
Still choosing her youth
Cuts that have healed into scars
Blend into the pale
Skin that's soft to the touch
No one knows how she loves
Always gazing at men
That can never be hers
She falls for every heart
Look again and see if you see the same girl
What do you see?
btp  Sep 2019
Untitled
btp Sep 2019
black tees
black jeans
black hightops
black hoodies and black caps
in case u havent noticed
i wear full black
*****

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