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S o r r y.I'm sorry I'm random
I'm sorry I'm odd
I'm sorry I'm weird
I'm sorry I'm strange
I'm sorry I'm different
I'm sorry I'm me.
The girl with the rope colored hairThere once was a girl
With rope colored hair
Which she kept in a loose bun
So she could dream without distraction
She chewed cinnamon gum
On her way home from school
Only on Mondays and Fridays
For ten dimes a pack
She sat alone in the front during math
Where she wrote furiously
About her life beyond life
And drowned out the lessons lies
When people asked her
About her feelings and fears
She'd whisper "i'm fine"
And walk away
Her eyes homed storms
That raged when she screamed
And softened when she cried
They had silver trimming
While she walks home on the cold
Her rope colored hair flies in her face
And as it begins to sprinkle
She smiles at the sky
And feels the angels tears
Making HistorySome people call me crazy
Others call me insane
But that doesn't stop me
From chasing my dream
I'll chase it to the hills
If I must
I'll even chase it underwater
Or in the air
Because I know
My dream will come true
And history will be made
I will go down
As the young girl
Who ran to the end
nothing at allto her, he was her everything
her light at the end of a tunnel
and he looked so splendid
in whatever he wore
the way he styled his hair made her swoon
and she knew it was meant to be
but to him, she didn't exist
she lived on the other side of the tv screen
her face was the sky
her smile, the sun
and when he looked at her he saw horizon
from then on that's all she was
p i e c e si. melted snow doesn't stick to the pavement
so he left when he had the chance
with another woman around his waist
and a one-story home with a fireplace
ii. spring flowers wilt in the cold
so i stayed the months inside
my feet grew chilled, and my eyelids heavy
as i wished the schooldays away
iii. school-bells ring once on the mid day of june
so they ran as quickly as they could
i spent my days buried in smiles
all plastic and full of lies
iv. autumn leaves only fall when dead
so she lifted herself up to stand
my heart began to rebuild itself slowly
and a soft voice begged me to stay
v. faded memories spread themselves far
so i spent the seasons alone
summer and winter, autumn and spring
and they're always the same thing.
a half-remembered dreami.
i was invited to her home
where she served me peppermint tea
and veggie pizza
"my pleasure" she sang
the market was blue and green
painted in her dreams
she danced from stall to stall
carefully paying the right amount
she glided and sang
and swept the sorrow away with a smile
her angelic wings were colored gold
from a run-in with God
we were covered in flowers and stars
she pointed at a bear, and i showed her a cub
bells echoed from our throats
as the night sky bid us farewell
the sun radiated sorrow
as my thumb hugged hers
"goodbye" they whispered
the stone felt rough
under my protected feet
i turned to see her dance off, her hair waving at me
i waved back
my home was empty
except for a sense of dread
and that was when i saw her
we sang and hugged thumbs
"hello" they whispered
(Not-so)Perfect LifeCan you imagine a life
Where you were always around the ones
That you hold dear to your heart
And that they never turned on you
Not even once
A life where you never hurt anyone
A life without bad karma
A life where you felt content
Of every day
Can you imagine life where you weren't locked up
In a brick house
For so many long years
Staring out of the window
Dreaming about your freedom
That you're to afraid to grab on your own
T r i b u t e.This is a tribute to the crazy ones
The wild ones
The ones who aren't afraid to speak their minds
The ones who can look up at the stars and witness a constellation that hasn't been discovered
Who can stare at an empty canvas and see a masterpiece that hasn't been painted
A lifeless plain with an empire that hasn't been formed
Or some yards of cloth that could be a beautiful gown that hasn't been created
A tribute to the ones who dream of life after death
Who stand up for what they believe in, even when they are standing alone
The ones who treat every day like it will be their last
The ones who laugh to keep themselves from crying
The ones who are crazy enough to think they can someday change the world.
And they usually do.
If I blinkA blink ago I was sitting on the playground
My sunny red hair pulled into two little pigtails
With the ribbons I had begged my mother to tie into my hair
Because I didn't know how to tie a bow yet
A blink ago I was hiding behind my mother's leg
My first time experiencing something new
A brand new world, a school of new people
But it was then, when I peeked around her knee
When my big brown eyes caught sight of my first love
A blink ago I was on the playground again
When my first love told me that he liked me
I ran away screaming "Gross!"
Because I still believed boys had cooties
A blink ago
he held my hand for the first time
And a blink later
he kissed me cheek
A blink ago I was in a hallway
Trying not to be trampled by the giants around me
Suddenly aware I was nothing but a speck
Aware that everyone wasn't each other's best friend
A blink ago I walked the hall with my first boyfriend
Followed by the curses of the witches and dragons behind us
Gripping to that
I love you.
I love you with all my heart and soul.
I love you, but you don't love me.
It used to be us.
The two of us in sync through heart and mind.
It used to be us, loving each other.
Every second of every day I remember you.
I see you in my memories and dreams.
Every second I remember what we used to be, and what we are no longer.
Each day I wake up and for a moment still forget you're gone.
I think about all we did, and how great it felt.
Each day I had been with you was real.
I was wrong to go so fast.
I forgot who I was, and I left you at a time I needed to be near you more than ever.
I was wrong to let you slip through my fingers.
But you're not. Not anymore.
You're gone like a leaf on the wind.
If I hadn't been so stupid maybe you would still be here.
But you'll never be here.
You'll never come back.
You'll never love me again.
Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .They say it's difficult to love someone
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.
You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Much less right
When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.
Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow echo of its past.
Looking back now, it seems like it
All happened in a different life,
With some other you, some other me,
And the lips kissing my own were just a dream.
Grandma 2For my grandmother
"I love you to the moon and back"
Tears are falling,
Hearts are aching,
Cries echo around the ICU.
Eyes are red,
Hands are shaking
Yet there's nothing I can do about it.
There she lies with all her pain.
But I just watch and stare at her.
Useless, I'm completely useless
Yet she struggles to carry her burden alone.
If only I could help I would.
She doesn't speak anymore.
She barely even moves.
Her eyes are always closed
As if she's in a comma.
I miss her yelling at me...
Even though it hurts.
But nothing is more painful than seeing her suffer.
She's already been through a lot.
She doesn't need more pain.
Unconditional loveWill you love me when I no longer have arms to cradle you in?
Or when I no longer have lips to kiss you?
When my heart stops beating and my lungs begin to empty
Will you shed a tear for me?
Will you love me when I no longer have eyes to see you with?
Or when I no longer have ears to hear you cry?
When my mouth refuses to utter as single word, and I can't say I love you
Will you still know that I do?
Will you love me on the rainy day when I rest in peace?
Or in the proceeding future where I am no longer there?
Will you move on and find someone else to love?
Will you know that I am content with that?
HateI hate you
because I love you
I hate you
because you were my friend
I hate you
because I trusted you
I hate you
because you left
I hate myself
For letting you go
PoemsThe Little Things
A touch on the arm
One look into your beautiful, blue-green eyes
All I have
I keep in my mind
Replaying over and over
My playlist of you
Of all the little things
The only ones I have
For what good
Is money or possessions
When the one you love
Will never be yours?
When you have to imagine
How it would feel
For your lips to meet?
I'd never tell you
How much I love to hear you speak
How many times I've listened to you
Watched you from across the room
Or how many times I've feared
That you'd realize it
And you can never find out
That my eyes have never seen someone
The way they see you
That my heart has never soared so high
As it did when you touched me
Or that each second I realize more and more
I Should Tell You
And over in my mind
Do you notice how I look at you?
Do you care?
Beautiful, beautiful wisdom drips from your every word
Craving your approval every second
FallingIn the middle of my rib-cage
my heart was floating.
Swaying in the air.
Drifting like a migrating bird
A river of butterflies;
tumbling and skipping
on their fluttering wings.
Simply from the unwavering eyes
watching me shamelessly.
Mirrored pools of brown.
I attempted to send back a smile;
my heart tried not to crumble
like a freshly baked cookie.
And in a moment it was over.
The only sound a thumping heart
and a soaring soul.
Yet I knew that everybody could hear
the gentle whisper of flapping butterfly wings.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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