Cold

_{There is a layer of ice covering me
that you cannot see.
Things get confusing easily,
so I am protecting
my heart.
The closer you get,
the further I slip away.
Things are better, this way.}



"Cold Shoulder"

Boo, it's raining!

Cozy

_{Electric blanket, cover me
wrap your heated layers around me
and thaw these aching toes.
My muscles and bones
relax in your embrace,
and I am sure again
that I have a nose on my face.
So turn up the heat,
and snuggle in beneath.
I am snug with my mug of tea.
I'm finally
cozy.}


So, my room at home is the worst when it comes to keeping in heat. So I stole my little brother's electric blanket. I'M IN LOVE ♥

Autumn

_{The autumn trees let fall their autumn tears, and we rejoice in the streaks of color on the cheeks of fall. I cannot deny savoring the taste of it on my tongue, vibrant and crisp when I breathe, violently seizing me when I have to leave. So scarves and hats appear with winter coats, and no glove is ever left alone. Bare skin is cold skin, and we strive to remain warm within. So come inside before you get too cold, before the snow covers your way home. Come inside, and don’t come alone.}


I was trying to get some imagery & metaphors in there, along with the idea that this season is pretty and spent with people you love.

So, it's already snowed in this area of the US. In fact, I think the first snow was in October sometime, the teens or twenties.

Long

_{Lovely friend I miss you and the way your face looks when you smile. We haven’t spoken in a while- feel free to keep in touch. You know me enough, I’m sure, to know that I’m not to be trusted to communicate anymore. I love you just the same, and think of you often in my days. If you can’t write or call, promise one thing; if you ever get the chance at all, please think fondly of me?}


Long time no see (or speak).

For all the friends I forget to keep in touch with-

I still love you~♥

Doll

_{I’m mostly silent, so she loosens my jaw, twisting left until I want to talk. She curls my hair and says I’m like her doll, so I smile and say, “I hope that’s not all.” We laugh, she says that we’re good friends, and I begin to hope this dream will never end.}


Amy loves to dress people up & make them pretty... :D

Lakes

_{What of lakes makes them placid? Wavelets lapping, gently slapping sandy shores. I’m not sure anymore why I dislike them, smell or lack of direction. Perhaps it is the memories I carry with me, when all was bright and sunny and friends traveled in threes. We have grown older now and no one will carry me screaming into the lake. Did I ever like it, anyway?}


I used to like lakes, but all the ones in Ohio are gross. Plus, I've been to the ocean, which was way better than a stagnant stinky lake anyways.

Underwire

_{There is a thin blade of metal
curving beneath my left breast
it is coming loose and cutting into my chest.
I try to push it back but
whenever I move, I
once again feel a sharp suspicion that
it has come undone.
Later, I realize
that an underwire is sometimes like life-
nice until it falls apart,
edging painfully closer to your heart.
I laughed a little,
and put on a new bra.}


That bra was one of my favorites, too.
:(

Busy

_{I am rushing to and fro,
people to see, places to go,
I'm running
out of time.
I am working on the brink
of not getting any sleep;
I'm trying
not to whine.
It's just that I'm so busy,
and I just want some time
for me.}


Busy, busy, busy.

Loving it, but still. Kinda ridiculously full schedule. 7:30 am to 11 pm, always something to be doing.

Cents

_{Every fraction of a cent is a skin cell-
I'm losing pieces of myself.
Heart strings and purse strings-
they are the same thing
(for me).
Retail therapy doesn't work, you see,
when the guilt is so heavy
that it crushes the high.
So put those cute shoes back, and I
will show you the door.
I can't take it anymore.}


Even thrift shopping makes me feel bad now :(

So, I guess I'm not doing a poem a day.
WAY too busy.
I'm actually going to try this year :D

Rest

_{The wind sighs through nearby trees,
and I follow suit as I drift into peace.
The sun is resting against my skin,
and I let the warmth of it seep in
to my muscles. Tiredness is fleeting,
and I have some time before the next meeting.
For now, I have no burdens on my chest.
At the moment, all I have is rest.}



I love just sitting in the sun.
I hate the hot humidity, though.
It's killer :D

Cleaning

_{I'm on my hands and knees
I am begging with my hands,
please!
Dirt and scum and filth,
leave!
I am using all my elbow grease.
I am cleaning,
and this
is filthy.}

So, RA training and "sprucing up" the dorms.
Lots of hard work.

Moving

7 lines, 6 beats per

_{Sore muscles, heavy bags-
the longest road is the one
leading towards the end.
The beginning is there as well;
new room, new dean, new smell.
I am comfortable
here. See you soon, maybe.}

So, I'm here :D

Block

<sub>8 lines, 5 beats per

My head is pounding.
The paper is blank.
My eyes are hurting.
The cursor just blinks.
I can't get to sleep.
I can't really think.
Can't write anything-
writer's block again.</sub>


Ugh. I'm so tired. Still haven't packed...!

Tap

_{It is an old rhythm,
always cold inside of me.
I tap it out, sometimes,
when I get angry.
How fast depends on how
hot my blood is boiling.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap tap tap.
Taptaptaptaptaptapta-
Like that.}


I tend to make beats when I get upset. Funny habit. At least I don't punch holes in walls anymore :D

So I posted three poems today to make up for the days I didn't. Just an FYI. Trying to post one every day this month.

Rooftops

5 lines, 10 beats per
_{I am soaking up sunshine on the roof,
closer to the sun than anyone a-
-round me. I am above my surroundings,
I'm even with the trees. Toast for fifteen
minutes, then flip me over if you please.}

I need to tan.
But it's so hot on the roof...
:(

Home

_{killer roses and overgrown weeds
broken bones and nosebleeds
fires and warm winter nights
bad storms and moonlight
books and paper everywhere
ever pervasive animal hair
stained counters and still-clean tile
all the things I won't see for a while.}

Not that I'm sad about leaving. I'm excited.
It's just...
You know.
Memories.

Patio

_{Yesterday I caught a mouse,
set it on the deck outside my house,
and watched it run away.
I felt a little sorry
for the tiny beat up body,
and I wanted it to stay.
But some things you set free
knowing you won't see
them ever again.
So I sat out on the patio
and thought, "For all I know,
that mouse might've been a friend."}

Because sometimes you let people run away, and sometimes they slip out of your hands. The point is- You might not see these people again, so love them while you can.

Train

_{I have not seen a train
mobile, but their tracks remain.
I wish to be like that, not seen
but you can see where I've been
from the marks I have left.
When I rust away, the world is not bereft
of some piece of me.
That is how I want to be.}

I didn't have anything to post until I started to type.
I love it when things come out like that~♥

Comfort

_{When you are filling the space next to me,
all I feel is security,
guarantee of positively.
When you leave,
all I feel is the emptiness of maybes,
and I wish you were next to me
again.}


Miss you~♥

(intermission?)

So, I didn't write any actualy poetry, because I had a poetic experience that I just couldn't translate & I wanted to share it with you.

So, I had the sudden impulse to climb onto my roof the other night. I do this regularly during the day, but never at night (that's when the mosquitoes really come out). Once I'm out there, I don't feel content to sit on the lower roof- I feel compelled to climb on to the next roof level. So I do. Now here I am, laying on the highest part of my house, and I decide on my own to watch for a shooting star. There are a few personal reasons behind it, but we'll just leave those out. I don't see any shooting stars because I'm so near the city, and I'm feeling pretty sad about it, when I see the North Star/ Dog Star. I kinda just stare at it for a while, and this HUGE thought dawns on me.
Shooting stars light up the world only momentarily, and while they are beautiful, they are only temporary. The North Star, in comparison, gives off a steady and reliable brilliance. The North Star has been used to help people find where they are, and lead them to safety. You can't do that with shooting stars.
I thought to myself, I am looking into the eye of God.
In life, we may have things we treasure; friends, significant others, family, your favorite outfit, a car or camera or computer, etc. The thing is, we can't take those things with us when we die. They are only temporary flashes of happiness in our lives. On the other hand, God is with us always, and if you think about it, more than always. He knew us before we knew ourselves, and when we are brought back to life through His love, it will be to spend eternity with Him.
I gave myself some time for it all to sink in, and realized that I no longer felt the need to be on my roof at an unreasonable time of night. So I climbed through the window into my room, and sat there while I came to the conclusion that Someone had sent me on to that roof, maybe just to have that epiphany.


It was a beautiful thought, and I just wanted to share it with you.