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 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Since I was very young, I had a colorful mind.
Shapes, numbers, letters, sounds, memories
have colors
and personalities.
Triangle, 4, 7, and C are all light green,
9 is an evil wizard who turns numbers into 1 less that they want to be, while 10 is the good wizard who will make any little number a teen.
Yada yada.
My mom would say,
"Don't do it like that, just--just do the math!"
And I would say,
"Okay"
but the stories would replay in my head
still replay in my head.
"Mom, do you remember that wedding we went to?"
"Yes"
"That's orange now"
"Hmm?"
"It's been a while, so the memory turned orange"
"Ahhh, that's nice honey".
I grew up trying to figure out what I was
an alien?
an angel?
a monster?
just weird?
I now know that I have
S-Y-N-E-S-T-H-E-S-I-A
that's
black yellow yellow orange black brown red orange black white red
or
0 - - 3 0  10 8 3 0 1 8
something I have never shared before, and learned only a few months ago
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Samm Marie
It's a funny, silly, trivial thing
The love of language
And so-called "Instagram etiquette"
The way he uses commas,
Parentheses,
(And semi-colons);
It's marvelous!
I'm a peculiar underclassman
With my **** ways of grammar
He uses full sentences!!
There's a subject, a verb,
A conjunction,
As well as punctuation
I don't know much about him
But it's only been four days
As far as I can tell
He's a beautiful creature
Alluring and tantalizing
Knowledgeable and vocal
Chorally inclined
O! this potential boy of mine
Looking back on this one I kinda hate it
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Samm Marie
I walk a fine line
Between risk and safety
I stumble blindly
Not knowing my own hand
Each second that passes
The blindfold only tightens
I hear a voice
Made of flame
-Oh that seductive flame-
Lead me through
The troublesome night
My heart it screams
"This isn't the way!"
My head it sings
"Please continue to play!"
Discordant noises echo
Off the walls of my mouth
But in the end
My tongue slips
And everything goes south

The fine line I walk is blurring
I can't see it
Not even a sliver
How am I to know what
I'm doing is wrong
I was just listening
To the sweet devil's song
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Samm Marie
Darling, you are my slice of heaven
In this crazy world
Josh Turner had it right
Angels fall sometimes
Little did he know
That you would drop
Into my life
A blessing out of disguise
A feeling of security
You, my dear, are my inspiration
You, without fail,
Catch me whenever I fall
A burden you most certainly are not
Everyone tells
I need to drop you
They just don't comprehend
How dear I hold you
Right ow the waters are rough
But I refuse to
Leave without fighting
I, with complete honesty,
Believe the Lord placed
Your soul -
your sweet, compassionate, selfless soul -
Into my life to heal mine
- My damaged, cruel, selfish heart -
You, my beloved,
Are living, loving proof
That angels fall sometimes
If I said you haven't changed me
I'd be liar
To you
Me
And everyone
You have loved me
Despite the obvious fact
I'm no saint
For the past
Four-hundred-ninety-five days
I have feared you would leave me
Because though angels fall sometimes
They can only wear blinders
For so long
I know how obnoxious I can be
I realize I am selfish
It scares me even more
That after over
Seven-hundred-five-thousand-six-hundred
Moments
My worst nightmare is coming to life
I'm standing on the platform
Kicking, screaming, crying
As I watch you ascend to oblivion
Why didn't I tell you how I feel sooner?
Is now too late?
Because if not, here I go:
You are the sun to my moon
I reflect the light you shine
You are the breath I breathe
My hero,
My role model
My inspiration
To better myself
You are Joker to my Harley
I know I can drive you crazy
That much is obvious
But you're my better half
Oh Dear, you are the
Dream I thrive on
But enough metaphors
Because those could be meaningless
Allow me to express how I feel:
My sweetheart, I need you
I love you like Ariel loves Eric
Except that my love runs so much deeper
Deeper than the Mariana's  Trench
I know I don't often exhibit it
But you complete me
I don't know how to say it
Without risking sounding selfish
-Then again we both know my high levels of conceit-
I need you like I need oxygen
******, I love you
I am not strong
No matter what you say
If I were
I would be able to move on and forget
I know that I will never
Experience such a
Red tulip sensation
Ever again
I don't want this to be the end
I'm sorry I haven't been what you need
As of late
But please
Let's just start over
It could go something like this,
"Hi"
"Hi"
And so forth
Rekindling the flame we started
Those
Four-hundred-ninety-five
Days ago
So,
"Hi"
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Sarah
I can't promise you sunshine in the morning.
I can't promise you happiness all the time.
I can't promise you a fairytale.
I can't promise you anything.

Except myself.
As always for my love. ♥
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Dollar
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Dollar
If I had one dollar
for every time I loved you
I would still have one dollar
but it would be
a very
big
dollar

My love for you is alive and resting
Like the flickering flame of a candle
sheltered in the darkness
resting in its warmth
sparking at times
calm and swaying
beautiful and glowing

There are days where I wish
that I could love you
a second time
or a third

but the first was so perfect
I was clueless
you were clueless
we were both pretty stupid

If I had one cupcake for every time I kissed you
I would be very fat
But those cupcake kisses
are just little loves
in my big love for you

Maybe only loving you once is good
because it is not fat on cupcake kisses

I have never wanted to be rich
To have piles of filthy green paper
cluttering the space I call home

Maybe only loving you one perfect time
is good enough
because
if I had that many dollars
I would surely spend it on cupcakes

And if I had a love
for every dollar I had
I would be swimming
in worthless loves
when all I want
is you

Yes
loving you once
our only perfect once
our clueless once
our cupcake kissing once
our one dollar once
is so good

Because if I had a dollar
for every time I loved you
I would still have
one dollar
but it would be
a very
big
dollar.
A simple, silly poem I wrote last year in 3rd period :)
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Lexie
I can't talk
And I don't know why
If I would dare
To speak my mind
Would my heart
Even understand?
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