"handsprings" poems
I am from great grandma Jenny and her distinguished rose.
I am from summers at the beach and heavy winter snows.
I am from a bustling home and a yard bursting with imagination.
I am from a family where “head over heals” is no exaggeration.
I am from “Wait, whatʼs your name again?” on my very first bus ride.
I am from a brain full of secrets and “thatʼs classified.”
I am from the six legged octopus of matching Hello Kitty shoes.
I am from hidden forts at Teusinkʼs made of “rare” bamboos.
I am from cannonballs into the green and blue hut tub.
I am from the old Branch Office that sometimes refused to budge.
I am from soft green grass and sapphire blue skies.
I am from the back of a horse as the world flies by.
I am from cartwheels on old wooden balance beams.
I am from backflips and handsprings on trampolines.
I am from stitches, strained muscles, broken fingers and nose.
I am from insane barn sleepovers where only the glow-stick glows.
I am from dancing, biking, and hula-hooping through Wal-Mart.
I am from B-Town and Profession of Faith that really touched my heart
I am from Tulip Time parades and twirling my baton.
I am from so many things, the list goes on and on.
I am from my remarkable family who loves me in every way,
But mostly I am from God, and Heʼs why I am here today.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
I thought you were in pain
I thought you were in need
I thought you were insane
Not “send him to an asylum and lock him up” insane
But really desperate for professional help
You’d cry on my shoulder
And scream as if something were clawing at your heart
You had conversations with voices no one else heard
You would see your father next to you in the mirror
Even though he was a locked up perv
You said and did everything to make me feel for you
And make me bend over backwards
And do front handsprings off of skyscrapers
And jump into the depths of the ocean only to be swallowed by sharks
Only for you to get off to seeing me dying from the inside out in so many ways
I’d turn away and close my ears
Only to find you were laughing at me
You would laugh at me every time I turned away
Only quiet enough for no one to hear
And I’d come back as you cried and begged to take your life
I’d stay awake all night lying in fear and sadness
I’d look at the ceiling until I couldn’t cry anymore tears
Until you’d call me with a knife in your hand
Ready to end it all
Until I found out you had a game controller in your hand
And were only out of breath because you just did your neighbor
And you were both just sitting around laughing
At me desperately trying to convince you not to do it
You played me the worst I’ve ever been played
And that says a lot regarding my past with being played
I thought you needed help
I thought I was helping you
But oh was I wrong
You’re just a pathological liar
With Borderline Personality Disorder
I loved you and I thought I was helping you
I tried so hard
Only to have a serious decline in my health
But my God was I wrong
And I just hope to God that the next person you **** over is much more aggressive than me
And not as fragile and caring as I was
Just take my advice and stop ******* with people’s lives
Or go ahead and buy yourself a tombstone now
But oh I’m not wrong about this
Whether it’s you or another person
You will end up dead with your little charades
So **** you now and forever
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC