Haphazardly

Yes, that's my heart on the table.
  It's bruised
        battered
         broken
Haphazardly held together with duct tape and zip ties.

You want to fix it?
  HA! I've heard that line so many times now.

And you know what?
  No one ever has. They just cause more damage in the effort.

So guess what?
  I'll just do it myself this time.

I know what it's supposed to look like,
   I'll put it back together.

I don't need your help.

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A poem about taking things into your own hands. Enjoy:)

The Science of Heartbreak

It's human nature.
   We long for another.

Being alone isn't natural.

   It's our chemical make up.

It's the science of it.
   It's the science of heartbreak.

Bonds are formed, and broken.
   But without these bonds the atoms we are made of would cease to exist.

Broken. Broken too easily.

Tears are a chemical reaction
    To a broken heart.

The pain is really here.

But that's known.
   It's the science of all of it.

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So the song "The Scientist" by Coldplay has been stuck in my head since last week's episode of Glee. And I decided to write whilst listening to it. This was the result. Enjoy:)

THE QUEEN OF SNAKES

Do you enjoy being
         The Queen Of Snakes?

Hissing rumors into people's ears
      Stealthily spying on everyone's every move
   Lying to seek revenge.

I know I'd never enjoy that title
               
           THE QUEEN OF SNAKES

What you have done to me
    Is especially snakelike

  I am going to ask you once and for all
               STOP

I think I'm "punished" enough
    For what you are saying I did...

You lie, Your Majesty.
           Her highness, The Queen Of Snakes

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I was talking to one of my friends and she said "Why do girls have to be so catty?" I originally wrote this as "The Queen of Cats", but after finishing it changed to snakes because I realized that was the animal I had described more. I hope you like it! Enjoy:)

Scars and Sparkles

I'm covered in scars...
   From injuries over the years.
A sliver in my leg
     A scratch that didn't heal correctly
       An accident that cut my eyebrow

But today i'm also covered in sparkles.
  Sparkles that illuminate my skin.
Sparkles that show a joy found in all my scars.

    Because sparkles are happy.
I've survived all my injuries, all my scars.
   Both inside and out.

So today I'm wearing scars and sparkles.

Showing who I am.

     Scars and Sparkles

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I don't know how to describe this poem... Enjoy:)

Count My Lucky Stars

What do the stars look like?
   Like little diamonds painting a dark sky.
Like Thousands of eyes gleaming down.
     Like spotlights pouring down on every human being.
    Like... Like nothing of this earth.

They are not of this earth. 
  They are the stars...

Count my lucky stars...
       Because I must have thousands to have you.

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I was stargazing and the stars are some of the most beautiful things in the universe. So here's a cute little love poem about them. Enjoy:)

Oxymoron

Love is joy
   Love is pleasure
  Love is two as one
Love is never wanting to hurt each other

Love is sorrowful
  Love is misery
Love is breaking of hearts
Love is being hurt though you may not want it

Love is an oxymoron.

Is it still worth it?

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So I love oxymorons... Simple as that. And I think this is one of the biggest oxymorons in the world. So I wrote a poem about it. Enjoy:)

Sweet Pea

What is it about nature?

When I'm out there... 
   I feel so comfortable.

Just walking through it's beauty...
  Admiring the wild flowers.
Especially the sweet pea.
   That's my favorite.

Then there's you in the mix of this all.
  You make the day go by so fast
    Too fast.

I wish I could slow it all down and take it all in. 
  Because nature has so much to take in.

I've fallen farther in nature again.


What is it about nature?

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Nature is one of my strongest muses. No doubt in my mind about that. It's just so beautiful. I hope you enjoy this poem! It's short, sweet, and simple. Enjoy:)

I Won't Give Up

I won't give up.

    I won't give up the feeling
    When we are together

          I won't give up the way
          You make my heart flutter

             I won't give up the words
             Of never ending encouragement

                I won't give up the way
                You see my flaws and still stay

                   I won't give up the light
                   That you bring with your smile

                       I won't give up the simpleness
                       In the way you show how you care

                          I won't give up how easy
                          You make it to care

I won't ever give up
Trying to make you realize how I feel about you
Because I want to make you feel as special as you make me feel

You deserve to be happy, my dear.
So let's hold on to us while we can.

Because I won't give up on us.

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So I was listening to the song "I Won't Give Up" by Jason Mraz which is one of my favorite songs of all time and I decided to write a poem with the title. It's a beautiful song! Enjoy:)

Sunlight's Hope

Your welcoming arms outstretched
           Before the warmth
Of your beautiful smile

                    The first light after a dark cold night

Your warmth penetrates the souls
           Of the mourning
And the heartbroken

                     Chasing away darkness with your glow

Your arms envelop the pain
            And sorrow; giving freely
Hope and comfort

                      The forgotten darkness now filled with sunlight

The nightmare now flees from
             Your powerful,
Gentle embrace

                     Replacing hearts of fear with hearts of faith

Oh Glorious One! Oh Hopeful One!
              Your joyful rays
Now gleam around us

                      Bringing gladness to such a worried world

I will not hide
             From loved dawning light
And new hope it will bring

                      A hope and comfort needed by all that breathe


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I wrote this as a sophomore in high school. It was this poem that made me realize I loved writing poetry and maybe I was actually good at it. I always is a powerful one to go back and read and still am proud of it. Enjoy:)

That Boy

There's that boy...

       The one who's smile is contagious
       The one who's laugh is infectious
       The one who holds on close and tight
       The one who takes away pain
       The one who is wonderful
       The one who is so much more than he ever could seem


There's that boy...

       There's my boy...

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So I wrote this awhile back. I think it's one of the cutest poems I've written! I can't help but smile every time I read it. I hope it makes you smile as well. Enjoy:)

For The Better

Look here.

Tell me what you see.

I think I know.

     You've seen this girl who's life seems simplistic.
        You've put up your blinders when she is silently crying out
            You've been kind, but haven't really known her.

Guess what?

She's dying now.
     She's being replaced ever so slowly.
          She's changing for the better.


And this change is for good.

So next time you jump to the conclusion that someone lives an easy life
        Try delving into their soul

You may learn the opposite is true.

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So I was listening to the WICKED soundtrack and sat down and wrote this! Enjoy:)

3 Wishes

3 dandelions
  Alone in a field
    3 wishes
      Waiting to be wished
        3 desires waiting to be granted

1 wish
  Peace inside and out.
    No more rushing hearts or flushing faces
      To be calm

2 wish
  Strength to beat
    Destroy the demons
     That whisper cruel thoughts

3 wish
  Love and be loved
    For it to come easy
      And to be unsought


                    3 dandelions
                   Alone in a field
                3 wishes
              Waiting to be wished
           3 desires waiting to be granted

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The format of this piece is unusual even for me. I was talking to a friend and he mentioned how he saw 3 dandelions in the middle of an open field. Well, I told him I was going to write a poem about it so I did. I like how unusual this one is. Enjoy:) 

Cheshire Cat Moon

You.
 
  You are doing this to me.

You got me giggling,
                 giddy,
                    falling again.

You got me with a smile like the Cheshire Cat moon.

          I haven't been like this lately...

But you got me seeing a light
     at the end of this dark tunnel



I missed being this happy
                    This free of tears
                               This... Smiley

You got me with a smile like the Cheshire Cat moon

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The other night, I was driving home from work. The moon reminded me of someone smiling really big and then the Cheshire Cat came to mind. So I decided to write  love poem based off of this. Enjoy:)

For Whom The Bell Tolls

For whom the bell tolls...

I know not.

A deceased loved one...
  A happy bride...
    A call to mass...

I hear the bell calling.

As if it were calling me and me alone.

Without thought
        Without control

   I follow

For whom the bell tolls...
 

                   For whom the bell...
                 
                                        For whom the...
               

                                                          For whom...



For...

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One day, I had a copy of Ernest Hemingway's "For Whom The Bell Tolls" sitting on my desk. I found the title intriguing. This idea popped into my head of a bell calling a person to their grave. Kind of grim, I know. But I was excited because it was really different from other pieces I had written. Enjoy:)

Disguised By Nature's Beauty

The trees hide us.
    The birds in the sky disguise our voices.
We are in a moment of pure beauty.
    This moment doesn't seem real.

It's too perfect to be real.
     Emotions are running wild.
We are letting them.
     There is no one else around us.
No one but nature to see.

I feel your heart beating.
     I feel your chest move with each steady breath.
You feel me shiver.
    You pull me closer.

Our lips come together for a moment.
     Those tender lips I have wanted to touch.
I feel my heart skip a beat.
     Your heart does too. I can feel it.

This moment seems so unreal... But it is real.  

Disguised by Nature's Beauty...

We are invisible to everyone but each other...

What a beautiful moment.

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This poem is just a simple, nature-inspired love poem. Enjoy:)

Sneaker Wave

Floating in the waters
  Letting the current wash away
All my thoughts and worries
  That collected through the day
My mind becomes free
   And my heart becomes clear
I open my eyes and see

The current carries my new companions
  Friends, both old and new
Each in their own wave of thoughts and emotions
  But there I am
I mix my energy with all of them

        The Sneaker Wave

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This is a couple years old but I still like it! Enjoy:)

Sweet Eyes

Every time I get lost
   In those sweet eyes...

I try not, I just can't help myself.
They give me butterflies.

The words whispered...
   Words not spoken with so much honesty before

I can't help but wonder what you see...
Because you see me differently then I do

Your sweet eyes see a whole person
   Not a broken one...
They see a beautiful girl
   Who can't see it in herself...

Why you want to look at me like that? I don't know.

But please... Don't stop.

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Here is another! This is one I just think is cute. Enjoy:)

Trapped

Eyes open...

Watching out, not wanting to fall into a trap.
    But here I sit.
                Trapped.
No way out...
Or should I say no safe way out.
No way without pain
   Without hurt
      Without cuts
         Without bruises
    Trapped.

But there are some traps you'd rather not escape.
And that is the trap I am in.

I'm trapped.

I don't need help out.

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So this is one I found interesting. The concept is that every once in awhile being trapped isn't a bad thing because it can help you get out of other things in the future. Enjoy:)

Under The Influence

Intoxicating...

   That's all she is.
   You lose control
              And she'll take it.

She'll take everything from you.
    She doesn't care about you losing your innocence.

When you are under the influence,

    All you can think about is the addictiveness of her ruby lips
                                            The pleasure felt from her curves
                                                 The drunken words she whispers into you ear


While this may seem enjoyable...

Remember, my dear,


      Being this drunk is not a good thing.

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One day I overheard a conversation about people getting drunk. This is what I thought of after thinking about that conversation. Enjoy:)

Lies of Truth

Dear You,

   I'm you. Your me. I'm that voice that is always with you. I'm that voice that will always be with you. You want to get rid of me but you never will. I'm with you forever. Silencing me is impossible. I'm that devil inside of you. The one that will always bring you down, bring you doubt, bring you lower. I love my work. It's horrible, but wonderful. Don't try to argue with me. You know I speak truth. I'll lie to you forever. You know it's true though. 

You are ugly. 

You have no one. 

You will never be accepted. 

You will never be happy.

The one you care about... They'd be crazy to look at you. 

You aren't worth anyone's time. 

No one cares about your tears. 

No one cares that you exist.

No one will ever love you. 

These lies I speak are the truth. You will forever believe them. You do what I say. You can't expect to think I am being untrue. I'll lie to you forever. I'll lie to you truths. 

Try to beat me. I know you can't.

Forever yours,

Your Little Devil

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This isn't a poem, persay... But I am incredibly proud of this piece of writing. I was into playing with this concept of speaking from the point of view of that voice in your head that drags you down.It's different and I feel very good about this piece. I hope you enjoy it as well.

Little Love Poem

Once Upon A Time

You searched for your princess.
  The stunning beauty that you would love
True Love's Kiss.
Wonderful bliss.
You fought dragons for her.
Only to learn she didn't feel the same way.

I know I may be a toad compared to her.
  But maybe you are wishing after the wrong fairytale.
I know the truth...

Maybe I'm her...

But what if I told you I was her?
  I want to be able
       to help you
        to hold you
         to love you
     We would be us at all times
 

Our lives would be intertwined.
   Loneliness would never be with us.
     We would live on
  Into our own

Happily Ever After.

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So I really like the idea of Fairytales and this is one of those poems that shows that. Enjoy:)

Russian Roulette

A kiss...
   All I want.


To taste those lips that allude me.


   To feel the spark,
To change my mind.




        A kiss...


For a kiss is a weapon.
    The fiercest of all
  A kiss is a deadly sword,


                               I want that.


           Let me play Russian Roulette. 




              Let me kiss you.


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So I haven't posted in a few days... I apologize if anyone is actually following me. Had a busy few days.


Here is a poem different than most I've written. It's got my basic style, but the voice changes a lot. I really like how this turned out seeing as I just kind of sat down and wrote it without much thought. Someone had been comparing something else to playing Russian Roulette that day, what? I don't remember. But I was thinking about that. This came to my mind... I don't know why. But yeah! I hope you like it!

The Calm

Smoky Eyes
     The Calm Before The Storm
Enchanting
  Entrancing
     Inevitable
Captured under that magic.
   Waiting for something

Not sure what the waiting is for.

Keep the spell going
    It's enjoyable
Though not everlasting

O Eyes like a hurricane!

       The calm before
                                                            The Storm

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This ones about eyes. I think eyes are the most interesting physical feature on anyone. There is something about them that's just fascinating.

Tell Her

Tell her she's pretty...
   Because she doesn't think she is.

Tell her she's smart...
   Because all of her mistakes make her feel stupid.

Tell her she's good enough...
   Because she's been treated like she isn't...

Tell her she's amazing...
   Because no one really thinks she is...

Tell her she's perfect...
   Because she's incredibly flawed...

Tell her she's going to find a happy ending...
   Because everything seems like it is going wrong...

Tell her she is worth it...
   Because she feels worthless...

Tell her lies...
   Because at this point she will believe them...

If you tell her the truth, she's bound to misunderstand.
Tell her lies. Go ahead.


Lie to me.

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So this was a piece I wrote and thought "whoa" once I finished. It was something I wanted to get out of me and did and it felt awesome to have it on paper. This is my 2nd favorite piece I've ever written and one I will never forget. I hope it can mean as much to you as it does to me and it can show you that when people compliment you, it may seem like lies, but usually the ones who mean it are the ones who wouldn't lie to you and in your life you should know who they are.

Another And Another

A kiss, and all is done.
  Another, and more of her is taken.
     Another, she is dying inside.

She has no control over her treatment.
She is being controlled.

Another kiss, she wants it to stop,

    With every kiss, she loses more of herself
                    But if she fights, she loses her life.

With every kiss, they get closer to taking every innocence she may have left.

But they've already done that...

    A kiss, and all is done.
          Another, more of her is taken.



Another... She must become used to this.
She is now a pawn in this game fought by men.
       A pawn...
         A prize...
             Ravished by those men who play...

A kiss... She'll give another and another and another...

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So this past school year we read the play "Troilus and Cressida"... When we read it I absolutely detested it, when we saw it in Ashland it became a different story. This poem was based off of the one scene that, whilst reading, truly evoked emotions in me. It's "The Kiss Scene"... It's really disturbing and makes me sick to my stomach. But that's the kind of emotion I use to write so I decided to write a poem about it after I spent a ton of time thinking about that scene. I hope you enjoy. (P.S. For those of you who don't know the story, at this point Cressida has already married Troilus and then she is taken and given to the Greeks in exchange for a captive soldier. All the Greek officers take turns kissing her and it's really disgusting and disturbing.)

Pick-Pocket

Strike from behind
   Never see him coming

He takes her personal

   A pick pocket
                A theif

She does not wish to give him anything

        He takes it without any say.

He is the pick pocket
   
    He robs her
                 Robs her heart
                                 Robs her soul
                 Robs her smiles
                                 Robs her thoughts
                 Robs her days
                                 Robs her moments
                 Robs her childhood

He robs her
              That beautiful pick pocket...

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I love this one. When I wrote it, I had a feeling of accomplishment. It's different than pieces I'd written before it and to this day is in my top 5 favorite pieces I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

I Haven't Moved

Vines grow over
  My decaying carcass
I'm patient

He said he'd meet me right here
It's been a long time
                                 I haven't moved

The trees have began
    Shooting roots through me
Suffocating my heart

He told me to wait right here
So I've been patient
                                 I haven't moved

My feet have become home
    To a colony of mice
Who keep my bare toes warm

He told me he'd be back
It's been 100 years
                                 I still haven't moved.

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Nature is a huge inspiration as a poet. I saw ivy vines growing all over an area of a park and began thinking about what it'd be like to be covered in vines. The result of this was this poem. 

My Temporary Knight-In-Shining-Armor

The day you looked at me
   I changed.

We've known each other awhile now.
But that was different.

Now, you make me feel beautiful.
You want to be around me
You hold on so tightly
You took away my loneliness
You make me feel hopeful again.

My dear,

You saved me from a terrible fate.

Even if this isn't forever...

    You are my Knight-In-Shining-Armor now

And I'm no longer a Damsel-In-Distress

Now let's try a Happily Ever After...

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The first 2 poems were kind of sad so here is a happy one! This one is one I wrote one day. When I say my poetry is the way I think, I mean it. I very much enjoy this poem! I hope you do too :)

Eve's Fall

A slow fall
  Painful fall
     Secret fall

Like Eve when she partook of the forbidden fruit.

      She knew she shouldn't.
             But she did anyway

And she fell...

He is my forbidden fruit.
        I fell
   Though I knew I shouldn't
Still, I fell

             Why must he be forbidden?
    The sweetest fruit
             The most beautiful fruit
                                  The kindest fruit

Yet he is forbidden.
   I  partook.

   Now I'm in a fallen state...

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This was an experiment. I hadn't tried writing with a blatant biblical allusion before, and decided I wanted to. I was very happy with how it turned out.

Dragons Are Real

I miss being little.
    When dragons were in my imagination
    And I could count on my knight in shining armor to rescue me
    He always would come


I miss being little
    When the worst thing someone could do was tattle
    And to feel better you called them a tattle-tale
    And you would forget about it the next day


I miss being little
    When boys were icky and had cooties
    And touching them meant you got cooties
    They couldn't hurt you then...


I miss being little
    When tears were shed over a skinned knee
    And the death of Mufasa in The Lion King
    A kiss would make everything better


I miss being little
    When you had a bad dream you could climb into Mom and Dad's bed
    Not sit alone crying through the night
    And keeping your pain to yourself


I miss being little
    Life was simpler then
    Not so full of drama and fights
    And friends were really forever
I want to be that way again.
Can I?
Please?




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This is the title poem of my project along with this blog. My poetry is representative of the dragons I've seen, the difficult times I've been through along with seen my friends go through. So enjoy as you read. And thanks for reading