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Tomboy She prefers pink,
I prefer navy blue.
She wears Uggs,
I wear Vans.
She wears tight, low cut sweaters,
I wear oversized hoodies.
She wears charm bracelets,
I wear paracord bands.
She curls her hair,
I straighten mine.
She hates Coldplay.
I'M A HARDCORE COLDPLAYER. HOW DO YOU NOT LOVE THEM?!
She hates skateboarding,
Dude, I board every day.
She's putting on an act,
I'm tryin' to be myself.
I'm comfortable with who I am.
She's a girly girl.
I'M A TOMBOY.
OverthinkingI get depressed so easily sometimes.
My mind just wants to relax, but I'm too busy overthinking.
Thats when the false hope and high expectations set in and all of the made up scenarios start playing in my head.
Then depression hits me like a ton bricks.
I hate feeling like this. It kills me every time.
All I want is to feel okay...is that really too much to ask?
move onmove on. move on. move on.
that's all i've ever been told.
get over it. he doesn't love you. move on.
you're torturing him by pursuing what you don't have.
he's gone, gone, gone. he will never love you. move on.
but the truth is i know i should, but i don't want to
i still love him so much...
but i need to move on, move on, move on.
10.31.13I laughed like it was okay.
I smiled like it was all good.
I acted like everything was cool.
But when I saw him there with his hands in his pockets and his eyes staring into space,
My heart skipped a couple beats and my mind started to race.
I lost my control.
I lost my act.
I lost my mind.
Because he and I both know what happened next.
Love Songs I looked at him when we sang all the love songs, but
he kept on looking at her and pretended I wasn't even there.
PiecesNo one wants to read of a sad,
Lonely, broken-hearted girl
Who wishes nothing more that to see
The boy whom she loves smile again.
She can't put down what she feels on
Paper with the words the English language can offer.
Not a single adjective could describe the heart-break she feels
For the boy who never broke her heart, but mended the pieces of it
With his own.
So Close, Yet So FarWe're so close, yet so far.
We stand next to each other in the hallway and talk...
But I feel like we're so far away.
You avoid my gaze, but you speak nicely to me.
I take a step closer,
Just close enough to grab your hand.
But I resist the urge because we are too young still.
With every ounce of strength I have,
I try to keep from stumbling on my words,
But my heart beats too fast.
I try to keep as calm as you,
But I'm failing miserably in my head.
My voice is a shaky,
My whole body is trembling,
My heart says to tell him everything I'm holding in,
But my mind just barely keeps all of the words from escaping.
We're so close, yet so far.
And I don't know how long it will last,
Because I love him,
And would do anything to keep us from drifting apart.
Cradled by NatureI'd rather be cradled by
nature in the woods and sleep peacefully,
rather than be suspended by water in the ocean and
be lost in the flow of waves, never to open my eyes again.
An answer to a million questionsI've asked myself this question for a while now. A question that I never thought I'd ask...why do I still care? I've wondered why for so long...why do I still cry at night? Why do I still fantasize? Why does it still hurt? Why do I feel unworthy of him? Why do I feel like an annoyance? Why does it still pain me to think about the past? But most of all, why does it still hurt?!
Now I have it...the answer to all of these haunting questions.
The answer took me by surprise. I didn't expect this to be what I was looking so hard for. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it. The tears blurred my vision and my heart was in my throat. My memory whirred with images and words; my thoughts were filled with doubt as it hit me. Finally, it rung out clearly in my mind, the answer to all of these haunting questions:
I have truly loved.
WomanA story behind her eyes
A dream on her lips
Waiting to be said,
Waiting to be true.
A voice from heart.
A lovely sound.
You're so tender,
So simple and complicated.
Spontaneous and shy.
Silent and talkative.
Serious and funny.
Always in love.
Tears rolling down for an illusion.
Eyes looking up missing somebody.
Letters never sent.
A heart that never sleeps.
You are so beautiful
Even when you feel you're the ugliest one.
You are a princess
Even when you feel nobody cares of you.
You are a goddess
Even when years painted lines on your face.
A sweet strength
A reason to love.
Candles for Fireplaces Make me a wish.
Suspend me in the lines of score sheets,
in the jetsam and flotsam of the shadows of songs
that never got the chance
to be sung.
Bereave the flames from Persephone's care,
disenchanted superheroyou are my kryptonite
even though i’m no superman;
i’m just riddled with weakness,
but i must be strong enough
to keep you.
(you are a drug
i can’t put down.
i don’t want to.)
we are standing on a precipice,
and i’m realizing i can’t fly.
(will you jump
on the way down.)
your hand is warm in mine
and i’m not strong enough to let go.
(stay by me.
be my strength,
because i’m not a super hero
and i can’t save you.
A Bisexual Poem.A Bisexual poem
Some people like men
Some people like women
Some may like the same genders of themselves
Some also like both
Liking both genders is being bisexual
I'm bisexual myself
No, i'm not ashamed of it
I'm proud of it
All bisexuals should proud of it
It's just who we are
Some people may accept us
And some people may not
If they don't like bisexuals, just forget about them
If they do like bisexuals, be their friend
I'm proud to be bisexual
You should be too.
Leaving TulsaGuitar strings marked your palms,
tattooing lyrics onto your skin
and making it glow like italic rust.
Garrett, would you have called me
over to your favorite spot
in the mountains
if you'd known that I was just as
lost as those scared rabbits,
running away from a dust storm?
Boy, I didn't expect to fall
prey to your September eyes
but that's exactly what happened.
And I never thought
we'd have anything in common,
let alone a strange
fire burning a hole in our sides;
our protective shells like Lego houses.
The thrill of wanderlust
rushed through our veins
as we sat, sipping cokes with rum
at a little soiled dove
bar in Tulsa on the weekends.
We talked about the places
we'd see if we ever
were to leave home,
sharing made-up fantasies
about running down gypsy roads
with backpacks strapped
to our bodies and wildflowers
melting in our cheeks
as we blushed under
a bourgeois European sun.
Boy, you smiled like you
couldn't wait to defy gravity
and I felt sorry that
your family didn't see
If...If these boundaries and borders didn't exist,
my thoughts would be less fogy and without any mist.
If we didn't belong to different cultures and religions,
it wouldn't be difficult for me to take these decisions.
If these differences and distances could disappear,
I would be diagnosed with happiness and no sign of fear.
If these restrictions and limitations could vanish,
all my stress and tensions would suddenly diminish.
If we hadn't confessed our love for each other,
would you still care for me, would you still bother ?
If we hadn't met at all,
I wouldn't be so confident and stand so tall.
If I was as mature as you and you as immature as me,
we both could let go of these feelings and set each other free.
If you were as tangled as me and me as untangled as you,
I'll accept that this is not an illusion and your love for me is true.
If I didn't smile whenever I missed you,
and look in the mirror to capture the astonishing view.
If all this was just a sweet dream or may be a bluff,
Damn meDid you know I smile upon seeing yours
Did you know my heart skips upon seeing your face
Did you know I wish to hear your voice before I seek sleep
Heaven's knocking on the door of my heart but my palms sweat
Bliss is the liquid fire upon my mind but I wish to contain what already is
Sweet upon the touch of my flesh that I wish was yours but I worry of ruining what is already had
A dark cloud ascends from the face of the beautiful moon that is the full of your face
Goddess of the rosen petals that are the softness of your lips
Swift songs of silken words from crescent petals that purse and smile with pronunciation
Porcelain flesh smooth to the touch of snow angel's skin
DesireWhat one can hope to transpire
Immersed in the glare
Of murky tribulation
Many nights fall away
From the blade of imploration
Shaving time fervently
In hopes for company
To assuage the anguish of the cold
Many fly their colors
Fastened to desperation
In search of the same wandering eyes
Longing for the safest place to fall
Those fortunate enough
Move on with vigor
Their stride replenished
In the strange revelry of romance
Those fleeting reveries
Ring true for the favored
As loyal dreamers
Beneath the powerful movements
Of the proud and bountiful night
FallFall has heavily come upon the woods.
The trees are bare, and the air is crisp and cool.
The floor of the woods is crunchy to the step, and the feel of concealment is scarce.
The winds makes the trees sound as though they are whispering to one another.
Deep, dark secrets only the trees know.
I've come to love it here, it's somewhere I can be free for a few hours.
Time disappears, and all of my
Worries float away on the creek.
There is no nicer place to live then here.
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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