Written

_{I can better arrange words on paper,
they being more volatile suspended in the air.
Either way, it is difficult for me to leave my soul bare.
So I forsake the breath and vapor
of spoken things,
preferring to carve out what I think.}



It's true. I fail at speaking.

Again

_{I have begun to dream again, a refreshing sight
after so many colorless nights.
About the oddest things again,
like love and school and blinding lights.
Tests of strength and alien wars,
places I have never been before-
I have missed the strangest sights.}

For a while there, I couldn't remember whether or not I had dreamed. It's so boring to wake up and not remember anything. I missed dreaming~♥

Sonnet

_{My Dearest Summer, Hurry please! We long
for warmth and sunlight only you can bring.
We want for flowers, birds (they, singing, belong
in trees). Follow quickly after Spring,
if you cannot find your way. We lay
waiting on the beaches, sprawled among
the pools and sun prone places, wiling away
our time. Patient for your touch, the young
and old alike sit sighing at their doors,
ready to rush into your light. Embrace
us once more, dear summer! Hardwood floors
covet your conductive heat. People’s faces
yearn for color. So Summer, I’m on my knees!
If you can (or can’t), make haste, please!}



OH MY GOODNESS
I didn't think that I could write in anything even resembling structure, but I tried my hand at sonnets a bit ago and discovered that I love them.
This one was inspired by Alia ♥

Poetic

_{I was a poet, in my dream. Kisses fell like snow falls like I cannot recall upon wakening. Words embraced me in my mind and I never wanted to leave them behind, but they flew from my mouth to fly south with all the other birds of paradise. Even my goodbyes left me, and all I could do was what I know- hold and love and kiss like snow.}

I have a lot of weird dreams, in case it wasn't obvious.

Cowardly

_{I wrote the letters fully intending to send them to their recipients and then I would be free. I was very pleased when I finished my writing, and tucked them in a pocket of my notebook. Since then, I haven’t even looked at the folded things. Maybe I fear that if I touch them they will sprout wings, and then they will be free.}


Stupid letters.

Demise

_{Someone twists a knife in my gut, and I cannot see. I fight against the attack, but I’m only fighting me. Every time I think of him- the way his hair blew in the wind, the color of his eyes, the way his voice rumbled when he said goodbye- I am the cause of my own demise.}


Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself...

Unreal

_{I can somewhat recall his smile
while we sat by the fire,
and the warmth of his body next to mine.
The edges of his face
are beginning to become erased
by space and time.
It does not matter in the end,
since he wasn't as real as we are.
Dreams can only get us so far.}


I had a dream that I fell in love with Death, and the more I loved him the more handsome he became to me (but he was only handsome to me- to everyone else he looked ugly).
He had a very nice house, and had a minivan.

Wonderland

<sub>First it creeps on autumn's tepid breath-
a snap on your tongue,
a soft spoekn sigh,
"There is only a short time left."

it hides in the painted canvas of leaves,
whistling in your lungs
when you say goodbye-
Patiently waiting for the season's first freeze.

There it stays for a while,
perhaps lost,
until Fall has run
its last colorfully drawn out mile.

Then it sprouts from the grass;
a field of frost,
diamonds in the sun,
crystal ferns pressed against the glass.

And all at once it descends,
falling in flakes
that cling to hair,
breaking past the season that only bends.

Everything is covered in cotton, white
like the frozen lakes
and breath in the air.
The sun's rays are caught, and magnified.

So winter has come in all its shining glory-
blue skies,
white earth;
but there is an end to every story.

Icicles begin to melt their final tears
for goodbyes
and rebirth,
and begins to dream of the coming year.</sub>

LOOOOOOOONG!

Musical

_{My beartbeat is the sound of a thousand pounding drums inside my chest. A very merry nervous tune played against my xylophone ribcage breast. My breath dances in my throat and ears. I am musical for you, but you are not close enough to hear.}

Some people get noticeably nervous when they're around someone they like. I haven't noticed anything that might give me away, but my insides sure do go crazy.

Real

_{"I'm in love!" she sighed.
"That's wonderful!" I lied.
I did not want to see her
swooning over his boogers
or laughing at the wrong time
(every other line)
for his jokes.
Maybe it's because I think
that knights in shining armor things
are only normal people underneath.
Hidden behind that metallic suit
might be an artist, a jock, or blue
green, brown eyes for you
to look into.
"He's terrible!" she cried.
"No," I whispered, very quiet,
"he is just real life."}

I probably should've saved this for Valentine's Day.
Don't worry, I'll have written something for it by then.

ANYWHO.

Females can be so annoying sometimes... I mean, really. Guys don't sneeze rainbows, and neither do you, so just be human together.

Shuffle

_{It’s not like I never
Watching the stars with you
wanted you to come closer-
seemed magical, but
I was only afraid of
we aren’t in a fairytale, and
you having to leave.
I’m not a princess.}

I love disjointed things ♥

And it reminds me of how the Grudge moved... In a poetic, non-scary kind of sense.

So I basically wanted to write something that flowed but didn't, so I took two seperate stanza things and just shuffled them together. TA-DA!

I hope it isn't too obvious that I'm a sham...

Back

_{I woke up one morning to find
a note that I don't remember writing.
"Just bring me back",
it said.
So I will save
it for the day
when someone takes
my heart away.
Then I will say
to them, "Behave,
and
Just bring me back."}

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and write things that make no sense. Except this time it kind of did make sense, so I wrote about it.

Crafts

_{They come from paper planes, dropping post-it bombs on the notebook romance of my life. I am soggy and red rimmed, but I will survive. So we all decorate our lives, colorful construction paper cutouts dashed haphazardly on the page as confetti and glitter glue illuminate our way. And when the pages stick together, what can you do but laugh? We are only arts and crafts.}


Arts and Crafts. It started with the first sentence, and I really couldn't think of anything that fit it from there so I just made something up so that it wouldn't bother me too badly.

Track

_{I had to find
the track of time
before I could find you,
but your smiling face
stands in the way
of what I want to do.
So get off my path
I'm moving past
my past (and that means you).
Your handsome face
will have to wait-
I've got better things to do.}


You know the saying, "I lost track of time"?
I started thinking about that, and that was the beginning of this poem.

Silence

_{Sound slides into silence, shushed by slush and swallowed by snow. I am walking deliberately slow, towing a trail of breath behind me. The crashing crunch of boots through ice, footrprints of grey on a canvas of white- it is winter where I am, cold outside and warm within.}

Myself

_{I am the once was wet blanket, tumble dry only to the party time fiend, only on certain occasions for short duration, no time past bed time and minus annoying relations. I am the roller coaster hater turned hesitant liker; in no time at all I’ll be a rough and tumble biker (sarcasm brought to you by you friendly neighborhood soccer streaker I mean, striker). I am changing like the grass is growing like the wind is blowing and repainting the clouds in the skies, tricking your eyes into seeing different things, the different aspects of me. So put aside your one-lined descriptions, and get ready for something that can't be written- I am a mess of colors and words, smells and songs you probably haven't heard. I am nothing that you can be- I am strictly and uniquely made me.}

I think this is about maturing and being uniquely yourself, uncontainable/ "fearfully and wonderfully made".

Shoelaces

_{I picked up my dinner, spun around,
and began to walk away.
Time slowed down.
I stared at my plate,
thinking, "Crap, my spaghtetti.
Stupid shoelaces."
I am not aware
of my body twisting midair,
but I slowly realize I'm looking up.
My feet are stuck,
my arms are spread,
and my head
has knocked against
(and is currently propped against)
a chair.
I do not try to wonder how it got there-
it hurts to think.
I begin to notice a few more things.
My dinner is on the ground.
There's quite a bit of sound
that I can't quite understand.
I look at my hand,
still holding the plate.
I look back up, and a concerned face
asks, "Are you okay?"
After the words finally sink in,
I bare my teeth and grin,
get up, brush myself off, and start to walk again.
After cleaning up the mess, thanking the one person who helped,
and getting a new plate
(with food on it), I will laugh and say,
"Shoelaces will be
the end of me."}


It's long, but it's a true story.

So two of my friends are on social, and so our friends were all split up and at dinner on one person was sitting with Will so I was like, "Hey, I'll even it out or else it won't be fair." But then everyone moves to follow me leaving Jessica stranded, so I go to move back but my shoelace is untied and somebody's chair is in the way. All I could think really was, "Crap, my spaghetti" and "Stupid shoelaces".
Later I found it hilarious that I was so intent on saving my food that I didn't make any move to catch myself at all, hence me adding the part where I'm just staring at the hand that is still uselessly holding the plate.

Birds

_{There are lots of little birds on the telephone pole.
I don’t know why they won’t go.
I would, you know,
if I could fly.
So I try
to scare them off, light a fire beneath their wings,
but they barely do a thing.
They flutter a few feet,
and I am tempted to repeat
myself.
I know there is no help
for these feathered fools, though, and I move on.}


I'm feeling restless.

Silly birds. It's cold here! Fly away!

Dream

5 stanzas of 5 lines, 1 beat per

<sub>I
had
a
dream
that

you
said,
"Go
to
God."

I
said,
"One
day,
yes."

You
said,
"Go
to
sleep."

Then
I
dreamt
of
snow.</sub>


I could make it five lines with five beats per. That would probably make more sense.

Oh well.

Sugar

_{Sugar is sweet, and so are you.
And just like sugar, when I get too
much, things start to decay.
I am left wondering why it hurts to much to go away,
when you are obviously toying with me.
Once, I noticed that your teeth
were pretty far from white.
You must have too much of someone else's sugar in your life.}


Of course I wouldn't judge someone from the color of their teeth. I think I meant it to be symbolic, or a metaphor of sorts.

Somthing along those lines.