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PuzzleIf I had to describe our relationship we would be a puzzle,
We fit together in an alignment; perfectly,
Painting an image of our inner thoughts,
But if someone provokes our desires,
Our puzzle piece crumbles; and I welcome desolation,
I know this pain will be forgiven,
You will rekindle our old flame of companionship,
And will pick up the fragmented pieces,
Rebuilding our puzzle; all for it to be desecrated,
But for now I welcome you with open arms,
And a shattered puzzle, that can never be pieced together.
Sixteen daysSixteen days,
I will be free,
To laugh with joy,
To relax my stiff shoulders,
And let the whole world stand still.
Till endless nights with friends arrive,
Were we joyfully play at the waters edge,
Sipping away at our cool lemonade,
And turning snow white to golden brown.
And the dreary hallways will seem like a memory,
Were outdoors become our playground,
With endless fun in its wake.
Till new memories,
Under the golden sun,
Staying up all night,
Without a care in the world.
The countdown begins now.
My ConfessionIt has been a very long time,
Since I fell in love with you,
I do not remember when,
But I guess it didn't matter,
You are my world,
I think about you often,
So much that the very thought,
Makes me shake with anticipation,
Of meeting you,
I tried giving up,
To move on,
But I can not get you out,
Of my head,
So I sit here in wonderment,
Listening to the pounding of my heart,
I know there's a chance,
But it is better,
Knowing your true feelings,
Then letting my mind wander with fantasies,
So please meet me at the meeting place,
So I can say these precious words to you,
"I Love You!"
Hey best friendHey best friend,
It breaks my heart,
To see you so sad,
Come tell me,
When your down,
And I will try to make,
All those troubles go away,
If you would,
Rather not talk,
And I will stay,
With you in silence,
Because its better to face,
Problems with two,
Your my best friend,
And you are an amazing person,
When your down,
Come tell me,
And will face the troubles together,
Remember to smile.
The break-upI got news about how she lost the feeling,
the feeling you both once new,
Sadly her vision was clouded,
And I hope you both pull through,
You both are so dear to me,
I do not wish to see you in pain,
But if you go your separate ways,
Remember the good times you had and not the bad,
I want you both to be happy,
Smiling and laughing,
So please rethink the idea,
Of the break-up.
I know I can not control your feelings,
I have no right to,
I just want you both to be happy,
So if the break-up is true,
Remember you always have a second chance,
Because a break-up can always be healed,
As long as those feelings return.
The grand heroI travel across Hyrule,
To defeat the horrid foe's threatening to harm the land,
With the power of the Goddesses,
They marked me to be the hero,
To protect the princess,
I enter dungeons,
Filled with puzzles,
And designed like a maze,
All the time I ditch whatever family,
Or friend I had before,
Because there not nearly as important,
And for that I say I am sorry,
But with the mission they have given me,
there is no way I can refuse,
With the triforce of courage,
And my master sword,
I ride on with Epona,
To defend this mighty land,
Never talking nor never stopping.
The opposite of normalIn the human mind,
The idea of a normal life,
Is wired into everyone’s head,
Till the day we were born and until our final sleep,
But what a dull life that would be,
Where is the adventure found?
From the television? Or the countless books we have created?
So why not go on your own adventure,
By taking a step outside of your bubble,
Sure people will mark you as odd,
The ways you interact will seem foreign,
Their idea of the word normal,
Will be shattered into tiny pieces,
As it holds no value to you,
While you’re on this adventure,
The word normal means nothing now,
As you journey on this adventure,
So express yourself in many ways,
To many people,
While you take that step forward to creativity.
My best was obviously not enoughI remember that look,
The way your eyes pierce me with that icy glare,
The shame and disapproval you show me,
Oh how you wish I could do better,
When my best was obviously not enough,
What will it take?
How can I prove to you that I tried?
Before you point the finger?
My efforts are waste less,
They could never please someone like you,
You belittle me,
when my best was obviously not enough,
You keep reminding me of my failures and not my success,
Are they that meaningful to you?
So that years down the road you can retell those unwanted memories?
Throwing me into another never ending battle,
Where I can never escape,
Because my best was obviously not enough.
I will forgetEven though it hurt's,
I will forget,
Even though I do not wish for that,
I will forget,
These feeling's I have harbored for you,
Will be forgotten,
So that you can love her forever more,
But even so,
Please don't forget me,
I wish to stay friends,
So please don't treat me bitterly,
For this selfish reason I harbor,
Because I will forget,
But please stand by me,
Even if we are just friends.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
My worldHere I stand,
At the top of the world,
But why do I feel so lonley inside?,
I see your stares,
They are full of pain and sorrow,
Is this the world that I have created?,
How could they,
Mamke my beautiful world so ugly,
Full of hatred and greed,
But I believe in the idea that everyone is pure,
Everyone deserves to live in the light,
No matter how cruel they are and can be,
So for now i'll watch,
And see how you recreate my presious world
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