Tuesday, April 23, 2013

April 23rd


Ice breathes across the back of your neck,
your hairs perk up in a reaction you'll never forget.
It's like they way that you can never remember what to say,
even though it seemed like your words were at their best.
Something unconscious, like he middle of the night,
breaking glass and you're asking “fight or flight.”
It's the kind of thing that makes our blood run hot and cold,
the kind of thing that affects you,
young and quick,
or wise and old.

Monday, April 22, 2013

April 22nd

You've always been the kind of person
who would break off the arrows shaft
and the tip is still sitting in my heart.

Even though I'll find someone new
who cupid will, once again,
see fit to scar me for,
I will always be able to feel
that piece of you,
whenever my heart beats

Sunday, April 21, 2013

April 21st


I've grown tired
of you pulling on
my heart strings.

For years now
I've been unraveling,
mind has started shattering.

But I fall to pieces far too slow.
So while you pluck the strings,
play me a pretty melody
before I go.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

April 20th



Some nights,
when the light go on suddenly,
I think that maybe you're still here,

and while I'm still
blinking the shadows from my eyes,
I sometimes think that I see you.

Once my vision's right-side up though,
I never see anything except for the pillow,
where your head no longer lies.

April 19th


I stare at your forehead,
as we pass each other in the halls
because your eyes keep deflecting mine
with sheer ignorance.

Now you think I'd be used to this by now,
spending my days staring at the back of your head during math class.
My night are spent fighting,
because maybe if I'm the loudest one in the bleachers you might finally notice me,
but even as my voice starts to sounds hoarse,
and the echoes of my shouts are still bouncing between us,
you don't look.

I just keep telling myself,
“it's not his fault,
he's always in the spotlight,
and the limelight turns me green,
and who could notice a green girl in high school?”

and maybe he's concussed,
he's always answering wrong in classes,
so confident that he has the right answer,
maybe he just can't think straight.

What if he's not straight?
What if all the locker room nudity and post-game ass-slapping has turned him away from my gender?

That's not so bad I think.
At least then I won't have to worry about the cheerleading skanks
stealing him away from me,
but what about the male cheerleaders?
Oh, wouldn't I like to see that...

Wait, wait, wait.
This is not wait I meant to be talking about,
I'm supposed to be keeping on topic here.

I wanted to talk about,
how everyday,
you look through my face like glass,
like the window you're always staring out in biology class.

I wanted to talk about how, for some reason,
even though I keep throwing myself in your way,
you swerve around me and manage to continue thinking I don't exist.

I want to talk about
how you've never asked me what day it is,
how, even when I'm standing in front of the clock you will ask a complete stranger what time it is.

I want to talk about,
how I seem to be jus a ghost,
haunting you,
but you never get scared,
never even notice me walking right towards you,
even though I've memorized every line of your face,
and have counted al 42 freckles on that flawless forehead your eyes keep leading me back to.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

April 18th


I can't help but wonder;
if you're thinking about me
thinking about you.

I've been alone far too long,
I think that it's starting
to affect my mind

and everything just
continues to be my fault

but for a while now,
I've given up
on washing the ashes from my mouth,

and while I sit alone,
intent only on reflection

I can't help but wonder;
haven't you grown tired
of wishing on falling stars?

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

April 17th

Autopsy Report


An unidentified female,
age 23, 160 pounds.

There is obvious bruising in the shape of boots,
from where you walked all over her,

Antemortem fractures to both hands,
because you were jealous of her talent,

there is tearing to the heart,
from when you broke it,

and a fractured skull,
from when you finally broke her mind.

Monday, April 15, 2013

April 15th


Somewhere, untouched by time,
There waits an adventure, soon to be mine.

Somewhere that smells of paper and must,
somewhere covered in cobwebs and dust,
 on shelves, bowed by knowledge
there's something old to be acknowledged.

In soft armchairs, by sunlit windows,
ill watch the accused walk to the gallows,
an evil cackle,
a jest,
a fight,
I've been roped in
and this book
won't let me sleep tonight.

April 14th




Ignorance is bliss,
they say.
Nothing beats true love's kiss,
they say.
But 
what you don't know can creep into your pores while you sleep
and, what more than love, can make you weep?
 

Saturday, April 13, 2013

April 13th


How to write a disney song.

Children waking
in the heart of spring,
let me hear you chatter.
let me hear you sing..
Oh, my little children,
go a wandering.
Let me hear , you children, sing.
Let me show you the beauty of the season,
Let me show you Winter's rhyme and Summer' reason.
Let's travel through forest
because all of it is for us
and let's wade through snowmelt rivers
to the views that give us shivers
We will giggle,
we will frolic,
we'll be nearly laughaholic,
and rest again when the summertime is done.

April 12th


I thin fog of grief hangs about everybody's face,
Small sobs echoed through the halls,
even those who don't know, dare not speak,
terribly afraid of breaking the fragile glass
holding everybody together.

Halls full of puffy eyed schoolgirls
sobbing about pain too old for them,
breaking hearts,
rent by the finality of death's icy touch.

Sorry for the late post, yesterday was a very busy day.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

April 11th


I will tear down the stars from the sky and break them into a thousand pieces,
one for you, and 999 for each sour nothing that you whispered into my ear.
I wish that I some point I could have shut it out, refused to hear,
But now everything you've ever done,
Every lie you've ever spun,
is carved so deep inside me that my bones are bare and my skull could crack from the weight of it.

I will write secretly fake secrets,
fold them into paper boats,
full of little paper sins and little paper men.
I will float them out on the ocean until the ink runs into other languages.

Even the appearance of impropriety,
and I would tear my own flesh from my bones,
just so you could see that everything you told me is still locked in my heart
and even though my heart has rusted into a busted comapss,
pointing me everywhere but right,
at least if I can keep your secrets,
I'll always be able to sleep at night.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

April 10th


I will give you light
in the darkest of times.
I will turn things right
and all will be mine.

I devour, destroy,
everything in my path.
Throughout all of time
I will be the first light
and the last.

I'm pure energy,
power unlike what you've seen.
I will sense the darkness,
and wipe the whole world clean.

When I burn,
whether lit candle
or forest fire,
watch your back
or your situation will be dire.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

April 9th


She can't hide,
her monsters don't fade
when her head is under the covers.

She can't run from her nightmares,
so they hold her down.

For seven minutes,
every time she wakes up,
she can't breath.

Monday, April 8, 2013

April 8th


Fortune Bites Time

Shagai bones
litter the floor.

Fortune shares
love bites with
Time.

Princes couldn't
ask for more.

Poets couldn't
write better rhyme.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

April 7th

Your Heart


I'm here through your dark and your light.
I relax with you, always ready for a fight.
I'm a symphony of warmth, an estuary for your emotions.
I'm here tick through every note of your life,
here to challenge all of your notions.
I'm a boomerang of heartbreak.
Even though you keep giving me away, I always find my way back.
I will whisper to you when someone is fake.
I'm here to make sure that your life doesn't always stay on track.
My expert opinion is costly, but free.
I am your heart, stop beating on me.

April 6th

Poetry is a river,
constantly flowing,
forever glowing,
always glowing.

It's a pen set to paper,
performing magic.
It's Houdini's last trick,
but it refuses to dissapear.

Even as books drown on dusty shelves,
even when poets are no longer losing themselves,
it is still here,
Permanently left in the marks that it leaves,
on brains, minds, souls and, hearts.

It's poetic, but that's obvious,
even when all of it's meanings are lost to us.
It's a bright sunlight night,
and it sits upon a flowers petal painted white by the moon.
it's time is soon.


Yeah, sorry about the late posting but, i did write this yesterday, just in my journal. I got sick last night so.... yeah.

Friday, April 5, 2013

April 5th

I can hear the wind howling through boarded windows.
It's as if Mother Nature is screaming at us.
What are you doing to me?
And I can't help but see emission standards as doses of poison,
can't help but wonder how we leave her chest hanging open.
We tear at dirty flesh, removing tree root ribs and baring her heart to the elements.
We smother it with cement and keep pourong until,
we having concrete so high in the sky that it scrapes the moon.
but, maybe soon, we'll need another planet to terrorize.
In our eyes,
we can only see, not care about,
natures demise.

April 4th


Remember 3am cups of coffee?
Back when sleep didn't have a late fee.
We could stay up until the sun rose,
and we would write nothing but purple prose.
Everything white would pale as a calla lily
and the darkness would be a black hole.
Our metaphors would be long and silly,
and we would just laugh every time the clock tolled.
Back when class was optional,
and the future was too far away to be aspirational.
We didn't need a paycheck to be happy.
All we needed was you and me.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

April 3rd


Conversing with monsters
 
In the dark, I talk to monsters,
they whisper things in my ear and we laugh.
I've got plenty of questions and they've got all the answers.
We talk for hours, and not know any time has passed.

You wonder how I don't scream and run.
And sometimes I'm scared, it's true,
But, sometimes I'm scared of everyone,
and they're only monsters to you.

I think that I'll be doing something more with this because I think that it could be a lot better.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

April 2nd

Myschool is making a display of book-spine-poetry in Honor of NaPoMo. This one's mine.

Monday, April 1, 2013

April 1st

Glow in the Dark Galaxies

Listen to the crickets sing.
It's nearly spring, it's nearly spring
An owl hoots softly in the dark.
And a lonely girl continues to look for a spark,
but all she can see are the glow in the dark galaxies.
Her ceiling is the universe, a floating light, in a dark sea.
For hours she can count the heavens,
for years she's counted in ones, twos and, sevens.
She waits for the ring of a phone call,
but at the sound, the stars begin to fall.
Stepping around a universe of rubble,
she looks in the mirror so long that she sees double.
She paints on her face, pulls back her hair,
and all of a sudden,
the lonely girl isn't there.

I've noticed that I've kind of strayed away from rhyming in my poetry so, I'm really going to try to get back into that.

UPDATE: Blogger is set at a different time from where I am. Here it's actually 12:51am on April 1st.