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Nicholle Justine Jul 2014
When I was a kid we had a rosebud tree in my front yard
It bloomed pink in the spring
Sprouting new leaves,
Each leaf was in the shape of a heart
I used to pluck the leaves from the tree,
because I liked the way they looked.
They looked like love.
Love for the whole neighborhood.
Love for the neighbors who I stole flowers from.
A few for the garter snakes we’d torture on the lawn.
Love for Sydney across the street
Knocking on my door every day at 10
Asking to come and play.
Love for Mrs. Moore who loved the sound of our laughter
But wished we’d stay off of her ******* lawn.
Love for Keanna with the fastest bike.
Love for Paige with a pool in her backyard.
Love for Jim,
Call him Mr. Jim, my mother used to say
With a plow on his four wheeler
So our winter chores were simplified.
Love for the steep driveway two doors down
To launch our bikes into the street.
Love for hide and seek.
For freeze tag
For lightning bugs in mayonnaise jars.
For mud pies
For trees that didn’t have pretty leaves.  
Love for the stop signs at the end of the block
That told us when to stop pedaling.
Love for my brother
Love for my dad
Love for my mom.
And love for 3023 N 48th Street.
Keanna May 2020
I am a little girl.
4’11
Small build
Dark brown eyes and soft coily hair
I am lonely
You can tell I keep all my problems and feelings inside of me.

Never was the type to share my problems with people
Very private person,
Lots of trust issues
I like to isolate myself from people a lot

I am lost
Hopeless,
thoughtless
I keep up a brick wall
You cannot break it down

I am quiet
I don't speak a lot,
But if I were to it would change the world
But I  choose not to share my ideas and opinions
Shy, quiet, isolated

Even though I won't share my ideas and opinions out loud
I have no problem writing them on paper
Because truly when I write, my mind feels free
My hand feels like a prisoner who just got out of prison
And my paper feels like outside
Which the prisoner gets to know what outside feels like

You would be the person to talk to the prisoner
Get to know the prisoner
Understand why the prisoner does the things they do
Afterwards help the prisoner understand the way of life
Most importantly help the prisoner be who they’re

I am intelligent
Only when I want to be
A lot of people wouldn't understand that, I hope you do
I have a really bad habit of making people think I'm dumb because I don't talk a lot
It's a good and a bad thing

I can have all the right ideas
And still not say a word
Because i'll feel like i'll say something wrong
Or everyone will laugh at me
That's how I always felt growing up

Even though this is not how I feel anymore

I just want you to know that my mouth may be really quiet…..
But my brain isn't.
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                       By: Keanna

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