[Love]

Smiles shared.
Laughing.
Memories together.

Love.

March 23, 2011

Orange

Orange this.
Orange that.
Orange here.
Orange there.
Orange, orange everywhere.
Orange orange.
Orange green.
Orange yellow.
Orange sheen.
Orange blue.
Orange smell.
Orange lime.
Orange dream.
Orange taste.
Orange yummy.
Orange orange.
Everywhere

Stained

Don't let that die.
That fear.
That hope.
Let it survive.
Let it thrive.
Don't let it die.
Keep going strong.
Don't stop that fear.
Pop the cork.
Watch it spill out.
Like blood out of a body.
Out of a cut.
A wound.
And watch it spread.
Staining everything in it's path.
Leaving nothing soiled.
Grabbing, soaking the carpet.
And watch it.
Watch it kill.
Kill.
Never die.
You know it will happen.
The cork will be popped and you will watch as the life leave you.
But still in the final moments don't let it die.
That fear.
That hope.
Let it thrive in the blood spilling on the floor.

March 19, 2011

My Favorite Place in the World

My favorite place in the world isn't an ordinary place.
It isn't a place outside or a place inside with wide open windows.
Its a different kind of place.
It is a dark, place.
A place which appears fancy to most of those who see it, but I know it isn't.
It is closed off.
It is quiet.
No sounds filter in or out.
I stand in the higher place.
The others sit in the lower part.
In chairs, in rows.
They watch me.
They watch other people too.
They clap, and shout.
There are no windows in the place.
If it is hell, I'd sign right up.
My favorite place is in a lot of different places.
It's where I want to be.
It's where I feel I belong.
And I know it belongs with me.

March 19, 2011

Memory

It comes and goes in waves.
Sometimes with the tide, trailing in and then fading away.
It comes in torrents sometimes too.
And in gushes.
Like a tornado, unable to stop, yet not clear, not aligned properly.
Like an earthquake, trying to remember. Trying to see.
Sometimes it's blank.
Nothing there but empty space.
A space no one can fill.
'Hey, how are you feeling today?'
I can't remember.
I can't remember my own niece sitting in the chair next to me.
Wait.
Is she my niece?
What is a niece?
Whatever that is, it has nice hair.
Chocolately brown.
It smiled at me.
I concentrated and tried to copy the motion.
This makes the smile fade.
What a funny word, smile.
Wonder what it means....
smile.
A wet circle falls from her eye.
Wet?
Circle?
Eye?
Hmmmm....
...
it's a....
a...
tear?
yes!
It's a tear!
And a tornado hits again.
A rush of too much information.
I remember.
The 'it' sitting at my bedside is a girl.
She is my niece.
She is upset.
It's clear.
She is crying.
Her chin is trembling, but she is trying to hide it.
---
blank.
Nothing but blankness.
Nothing.
Nothing but darkness.
There is an it nearby.
I am.
I am...
I am.... losing.
I am losing my....
my...
my...
memory.
I realize in that moment, that I am.
I am...
am...
hopeless.

March 18, 2011

Fragile

I liked him.
I liked him a lot.
More than I can say.
And he took my heart and broke it.
No smashed it.
Threw it around in his hands.
Then 'dropped' it on the floor.
The hard, tile, floor.
It smashed.
Looking like tiny mirrors glistening in the sun.
Still beating.
But barely.
And then you came along.
And yeah, I still like him.
But I like you too.
And my heart was on the floor.
Cracked, broken.
But you came along.
And fixed it.
For the most part.
I think you might have left some pieces on the floor.
But you keep it in a jar.
A jar which not unlike my heart is fragile.

March 18, 2011
(This is probably the cheesiest, weirdest, gushiest, grossest poem I have ever written. Yep, pretty cheesy! haha)

Leave Me

Leave me alone.
Please let me be.
Stop bugging me.
Annoying me.
You're done trying me on, like a shirt or a shoe.
You've decided to like me, oh what can I do?
Please leave me alone.
You don't get hints.
I don't want to hurt you, or leave you scarred.
I hate being mean, but I am up against a wall.
I feel stuck, and trapped and you're creeping me out!
Please leave me alone I've never liked you.

March 18, 2011

The Look

Do you ever think how unfair it is to do that dreadful thing?
I flinch at the very thought, the very action I am overly aware that you are about to do.
That I am about to receive. I want to sometimes turn, and yell in your face, "why?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
Why do The Look, we know all too well, why do it at all I ask?
When done by a girl, the girl is taken aback and wants to crouch in a corner.
Yet- when done by a guy, yet received by a girl, the same cannot be said. The girl stands up tall, while the guy wanders on, wishing he dated her instead.

March 16, 2011

Chance

Just go and you can leave peacefully.
Without the bloodshed from the battle.
Without the pang from honest truth.
Without the shedding of a tear.
Just leave with your dignity?
No?
Well then you've lost your chance.
Now you lie low and wait.
And I come in, a prancing in.
To steal your chance.

You + Me ≠ Happiness

You just don't get it do you?
You try and try again.
And yet you fail.
You get rejected.
You can't move forward.
Because I won't let you.
You can try, try again and again.
But you're getting nowhere.
You don't see that do you?
You don't feel do you?
Rejection.
Rejection.
Rejection.
Yet, still, you keep coming back.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Maybe... this time.
But no.
Not this time.
Not ever.
And I want nothing to do with you.
I thought you were nice.
Maybe a good friend someday.
But nothing more.
You don't see what I see.
You don't get what I get.
The one thing I want you to do is...
stop.
STOP.
Just stop trying.
It makes me feel bad.
It makes me mad I can't be more blunt.
Be.
More.
Honest.
But I can't.
Although I will try.
I have to.
Because otherwise you will never get it.
Otherwise you will never see.
Leave me alone, let me be.

March 16, 2011