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there's this boy i know
with a laugh like thunder
and a mind like lightning
and a smile that could light up the sky

this crazy boy i know
with stories leading me to wonder
what it is he's hiding
behind those stormy eyes

there is so mugh he doesnt show
leaving himself a mystery
covered by these crazy stories
with no truth to them

and yet he seems to me
like he's a perfect storm
whirling around my mind
just hopefully not to fast
this was written about a year ago about a friend of mine, about a week ago he read it and said "not all my secrets are gone yet"
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Crystal forest 

Are you as strong as you look
Or do you shatter like the rest of us
Like the prince in a story book
Handsome and charming but it's not enough
But when I saw your fragile side
You took my breath away
Youre what I'd been waiting to find
Youre my crystal forest
The one in a life time
But I don't think I can rest 
Until I make you mine
An evil thought, an evil plot
Ready to give up everything
To obtain that which I sought
No matter what consequence it may bring
Then I ruined it all
And in a shower of glass
My crystal forest began to fall
the soft grass tickles
my bare feet
as I walk across the bluegrass
and I realize that it may be
a bit sterotypical for a girl like me
a sundress wearing
sweet tea drinking
southern girl like me
to tell you that Kentucky
is not a place i want to leave
but heres the thing
I've got all my teeth
a pretty full vocabulary
and a 28 on my ACT
and here in Kentucky,
we're hobbits, not hillbillies
we're more than just a basketball team
and maybe in the dictionary,
its Daniel Boon and geography
and home of the KY Derby
but hell we've got Johnny Depp and George Clooney
and the beautiful mountains and trees
in Eastern Kentucky
and we have culture and cuisine,
and so many things
that if you still think I'm stereotypical, then maybe
I dare you to see what youre missing.
a quick note on the "we're hobbits, not hillbillies" line, it's rumoured that JRR Tolkien based the Hobits from The Lord Of The Rings trilogy on a discription of people from sunny old Kentucky
through my struggles
i attempt To soar
close to the Ground
so I don’t Fall far
And you, my Beeken of Hope
have Failed me
left me to My poetry
alone begging On my Knees
seeking comfort From this Malignant disease
that has Begun to Swallow me
not letting You see my Cards
hiding my Tears behind a Wall of Words
And still you Don’t seem to care
Like I was nothing but a Game to you
A game you played and now you’re through
Now I’m trapped between Whitman and Plath
Trying to escape this World’s wrath
Yet searching for some Reason to stay
Hoping you could Show me the way
Make me feel the way you we used To
Do that Magic thing only you can do
But no that’s Not for you
All you seem to do, my dearest Dope
Is play your foolish jokes
And make this Hell a little worse
And yet I Keep trying
And Wonder if you see me crying
Though I try to stay Composed
But you never seem to follow
Always turn the other way
I listened to everything you said
And always believed your Lies
Whispered upon those Cloudy nights
Thought forever meant forever
Not until you’re through
This is not how I had planned it
No, that’s slipping out of view
Other people’s words highlighted
On a Foreign page
Using others thoughts to wash away the pain
Words of love and loss and joy and pain
Of snow, summer days and spring rain
And these tears, once tears of joy
Quickly becoming tears of Sorrow
At the loss of our planned tomorrow
And memories cut through me
Like shards of Broken glass
Of this Mirrored version of the world
Of the world for us that I created
Of happiness- simply stated
Slicing through this paper girl
Covered in other’s words
Never could speak for myself
Never seemed to be heard
And now these tears are melting this paper skin
Slowly revealing the girl Within
Showing the girl Waiting for the day
The day she finds a reason to stay
But ‘till then I’ll Stretch my paper wings
And Fly away from all these things
But I’d still be a Paper girl
A paper girl caught in the real world
Slowly Tattooing myself in my own verse
Hoping I’m not just making matters worse
And when I get to that place
(that’s not on any Map)
And I never Look back
would you have the guts to Chase me?
and even if you do
Would you have the Guts to face me?
After everything I put you through
How could you? Why would you?
Who are you to even want to?
You who Didn’t turn me away
At the heart of my pain, let me stay
And who is he who Demolished my heart,
Though he Vowed to protect it from the very start
And who are they to ignore me
When I listened to Everything
When I was the one who Wiped the tears away
And how can They, how Can he
Treat me like this?
Like I didn’t make the cut, I’m Not on the list
Like they’re too Good for me now
He’s through so I should just Go away now
But I’m not Though with you
Not until I Figure out what to do
And if These feelings be Unrequited
Be it because you’ve sat and Waited
Or because I couldn’t Take it
now all the Strings have broken
And the air was starting to Choke me
So here I Will say thank you
For showing me I Have a heart
And showing me How it’s broken
And tearing apart this Paper skin
And revealing this Weak girl within
The girl Who wouldn’t Say no to you
Who would do anything you Wanted her to?
Who never wanted to Say goodbye
But they’ve Brought me to The brink,
And rather than let Blood wash the Memories away
I’ll just leave and let Myself fade
And once I’ve Left the memories,
Forgotten what they Mean to me
And I must beg the Question, why do we Care?
What is It that Pollutes our air?
When all love Brings is pain
And After we are Slain
We return to this Petty quest
Like it’s some kind of Test
To see how many Times we can be broken
It’s some Kind of game and souls are the Token
After all, love is just Pain Romanticized
And life just gives the hopeless a place to hide
To justify the Tears we’ve cried
So now I give my Words to you
Because what Else is a Fool to do?


"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
-The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
this is a poem i edited for a school project because i really what to do for it...the Random Capitalization is a tribute to Margo Roth Speigleman from the novel Paper Towns by John Green
the art of lying
when they see your tears
you've done something wrong.
when they hear your sobs
somethings gone wrong
when they know somethings hiding
you've done something wrong
when your hearts beating faster
and nothing seems to matter
you've done something wrong
when your lies become the truth
and your curtain starts to fall
somethings gone wrong
and when they see the scars that line your arm
and you cant hide the ones that cover your heart
you've really done something wrong
and when your hearts had enough
and you just aint so tough
you've done something wrong
and when your fingers on the trigger
and the lies cant get bigger
evgerything seems so right
and you see all the hearts
that you'll break with your might,
maybe, just maybe
you've done something right
Uncertainty

I walk through this life clueless
Not knowing what to do unless
Someone tells me the rest
Helps me escape the tests
For now I'm hiding in the shadows
Wondering how much you know
And which are the feelings to show
And what do you se when you pass me by
Do you see me or a girl who's alive
Cause each day that passes I loose some more
Closing the gap between me and the door
And when I reach it then I'll pour
My feelings on this page
More words with each passing day
And till then I'll just wait
And continue weaving these lies
And remembering all those times
When you made me smile instead of cry
When you made me want to live, not die
And we never asked the question "why?"
And there was more to do than sigh
And wonder where things went wrong 
And listen to our certain special song
And wonder why I waited so long
To tell you the truth
But now what's the use
I've shattered everybody's trust
With dreams and love and lies and lust
And left myself alone
So much for dreams and hope
So now I'm ranting in these poems
Instead of tying to find a home
And as our year draws to a close
An I reflect on how far we rose
It didn't matter who loved te most
Cause in the end it was an uncertainty
Neither of us know what we need
Yet no matter how it seems
There's no escape for you and me
Winter Wolves
Last night i dreamt of the wolves,
winter wolves with icy eyes
hiding under the icy sky
they're eyes were like the city night
beautiful big and bright
One in body motion unsighted
one in spirit thoughts united
they are swift and graceful
Winter wolves with human eyes
Quickly into the trees
invisible beneath the leaves
This pack of winter wolves
the ones with icy human eyes
eyes, mysterious enchanting and enticing
some are misty like smoky lies
some are dark old and wise
some are blue bright and true
some are light young and new
as morning light
escapes through the clouds
their fur shines silky fur shines
gray like faded shoes
black sleek dark and new
snow white with eyes of blue
black as a night with no moon
Winter wolves with icy eyes
winter wolves that rule the night
actually was based on a dream about wolves...guess not much to say there, it turned into more of a metaphore of longing and lonliness, but started just about the wolves
I never thought
Not even for a moment
That I could have caught
You're eye for even a second
Glance

And yet here I am tonight
Whispering "I love you"
No feelings hidden in the light
Finally being true, no second thought

About how afraid I was
That first time 
Out eyes met because 
I didn't know if there would be
A second time

Here I am making promises
That I intend to keep
Because there is nothing less
I'd give you without a seconds 
Time

Those stolen glances Never 
knowing you were watching
Me as I snuck a peek
Not knowing you were giving
a second glance
I never thought
Not even for a moment
That I could have caught
You're eye for even a second
Glance

And yet here I am tonight
Whispering "I love you"
No feelings hidden in the light
Finally being true, no second thought

About how afraid I was
That first time 
Out eyes met because 
I didn't know if there would be
A second time

Here I am making promises
That I intend to keep
Because there is nothing less
I'd give you without a seconds 
Time

Those stolen glances Never 
knowing you were watching
Me as I snuck a peek
Not knowing you were giving a second glance

— The End —