"outisde" poems
Maybe I've seen the Notebook too many times, but the concept of 'If You're A Bird, I'm A Bird' keeps growing exceedingly less absurd.
And ever since I saw A Walk to Remember I've always wanted to name a star after you so there would be two of you, and so I wouldn't have to share the original with the world.
Or was it so you could see the light in you that I see everyday and not only at night?
Alas, I can't seem to remember, but I'm certain it was both.
I've never been in a warzone outisde of my own life, but you've saved me from more harm than any bomb or rifle could inflict so I am indeed The Lucky One.
Whether sitting in silence or drowning in chaotic clamor I remember the first time you sang to me, and I recall my smiling like a fool
Let it be known that albeit I'm not actively seeking death, if it may find me I hope for that to be my Last Song.
Oh, and my darling
let your suspicions now come to light,
for I indeed have always had an ulterior motive in loving you-
in you loving me.
That is for our love to create a Safe Haven to return to when the world has seemed to drain us of the hope we awoke with.
And yes my love,
I indeed am a bird if that is what you are as well,
but in tandem do I vow to be your Guardian on this Walk to Remember through This Bending Road of life.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
I want the world in my hands,
But it's too dak outside for conquering,
I want to touch the stars,
But it's too cold outside for flying,
I need to feel the air,
But the wind will mess up my hair,
I need to hear the birds,
But I'm too afraid of getting hurt,
I want the grass under my feet,
But thorns are hiding out of sight,
I want to relax in the ocean,
But creatures are lurking in the night,
I need to feel the suns rays,
But it's too hot outisde today,
I need to go to school,
But the students there are cruel,
I haven't spoken in months,
Because I'm too afraid of getting hurt.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
The music was playing - softly
Standing on the balcony waiting for the fresh almond croissant
People are walking and riding their bikes in the old streets of Paris
A coffee shop and two old chairs outisde waiting for a reunion
I can hear her singing the lyrics and feeling the breeze
High
This moment was precious
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
I don't know how to exist
outisde of your bed.
My life is a chapped lip.
Blues and yellows forget
Math exists.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
Snow is a magical thing
It makes miracles happen
It makes me feel like I'm living in a winter wonderland
with the trees covered in snow so white it looks like...
Like a white,fluffy cloud
So beautiful
So lovely
I remember when I was little I would go outisde and play in the snow for hours at a time
Then I would back inside to a big,steaming cup of hot chocolate
...with extra marshmellows
As your warming yourself by the warm fire
You wonder
Wow
I am so lucky to have all of this
When some kids don't even have a warm bed
......I had finally realized that I am so special
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
cherry blossoms.
in this still,
you can feel the spring wind blowing at every blossom hugging the branch.
behind it,
a blue, clear sky.
the kind of blue that makes you happy you went outside.
in this still of a cherry blossom tree,
i can see a park were picnics are taking place.
children throwing a frisbee,
not knowing or caring of the pain and hurt outisde this park.
cherry blossoms.
proof of spring.
spring where everything blossoms,
where all is beauty and seeing butterflies near the grass makes you forget.
but this still,
this still of cherry blossoms,
is proof that spring will come again,
and i'll be okay again.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC