"shaina" poems
i remember the first time bryn brought a boy for christmas
his name was chris
and we had to distinguish between him and my cousin chris
so we called him gay chris
because he had lots of pockets
and he always looked better than my cousins
who hardly ever tried to look presentable.
i remember last christmas
how damon gave elise
sweaters from a thrift shop and fleetwood mac records
and how happy she was.
i never wanted to be allie from the notebook,
and i never wanted you to be noah.
in the 8th grade,
hidden between shelves of a torn-down library where i'd sit for hours,
was a short, thick book with pages of romanticized post-it notes
and the smell of sawdust.
dash and lily's book of dares
was all the things i'd been dreaming about.
the first-glance feelings in the middle of new york,
the warm feeling melting through your bones with an even warmer drink.
i've always wanted a chris
or a shaina
or a natasha.
i've always imagined thanksgiving day going differently for once in my life.
when my uncle asks me if i'm texting my boyfriend,
i want to say "yes, actually" and i wanted to find a boy
to take to my grandmother's house.
i wanted to show him
how tristan would pay me to go sneak him cookies,
and the way we fought over couches.
but now we took all the couches out of the basement,
and i think someone else is living in that house.
but there's still thanksgiving,
there's still an extra seat at the table,
and i'm not sure but i think justin is bringing maya this year.
so when it is my turn to go around the house and say hello to everyone,
and my uncle asks, "how many boyfriends do you have?" teasingly,
i can smile and say "just one"
and it can be you.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
She stood by the river, dancing with no shoes
she had everyone wanting to groove
she has this smile that made you want to sing
it was alright even tho we knew it was just a fling
she would stand there waving her arms, singing and dancing till the morning comes, morning comes
Her name was Shaina and when she smiled,
everyone knew that things will be good but just for a while,
she had people gathering coming for miles and mile, and when they showed, she would smile
Shaina would smile,
Shaina would smile.
You can go by this river even to this day,
and you will see people still loving this way
with her magical power within their minds
she will be dancing till the end of time, end of time
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
Are there stars on your ceiling tonight?
Does the moonlight reflect from the snow as you, I, and all the wonderful people who feel too much wander in the cold, wishing to no longer be lonely?
Please tell em the cold hasn't frozen those thoughts in limbo,
Please tell me your primal instinct hasn't been quelled.
I found you, in the dangerzone, while I was trying not to jump.
Trying not to say something stupid, to not be that same coward for fear of rejection and my own thoughts.
I had wanted to scream and break open my chest to show my feelings,
Hoping someone would understand and fix me and hold me together.
It is in that feeling that we are not alone.
It is true that we may never catch the sunlight,
But the Japanese have a word for the way the sun shines through the trees and that is beautiful.
We cannot never be alone, we cannot fly
But we can find words, and share them,
and hold each others' hands across a bridge over time and space,
Made of words
Without knowing, but with full understanding
And take a more fulfilling plunge.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
She says,
With fresh coat of plum ,
Across her large lips,
That she's finally finished,
Giving up her pride for the sake,
Of a 3-minute fling.
She says that the only time,
She feels truly complete,
Is when he's inside her.
She says she can't be comfortable,
In her own skin,
With anyone but him.
But she can't see that,
He's destroying her,
From the inside out.
She can't see that each time,
She opens her beautiful green eyes,
I can't see her anymore,
But only her sadness.
I think to myself,
Maybe if I teach her braille,
Then maybe she can finally,
Read what the scars on her wrists really say.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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Amanda, Richard,Lily, Keith, Divine,Elle,Laura, Cne.
Sarah, Kim,Sobberingsoul, Frank,Jason, Traveler,Fran.
Moonlight,Jules, AB,Lovelyn,Beautifully Broken,Ranveer.
Fearless, Iz,BD,Neha,Selina,Shaina,Maddy, Mack,John.
Godson1,Joseph,Jay, Poetress,Claryt,Fecundeity,Abraham.
Loser,ymmiJ,Osiria,Tony,Erian,Hanna,Elena,Empire, Mellow.
Grace, Joyce, Deep, Sassy,Jen, Untold,Nikita, Word,Suzy.
There are many more but heres a few more Great poets too.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC