Open Book

I Am Your Pillow (Carry Your Heart)

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 11:26:09 -0500

I am you pillow (I drowse you to sleep)

These questions I ask to help you relax

(Until your content and drift off to dream)

It makes me happy (To know you trust me)

I am your blanket (I engulf you in warmth)

I make sure you’re covered, secure and safe

(Before tucking myself in)

We’re oddly close (more than we were)

Rather be together (than struggle alone)

I love when you talk

(Make fun of my words, laugh at stupid stuff)

I am tired (I want to go to sleep)

But with you feeling so near it’s impossible

If it’s serious enough (which it usually is)

When you wake up (I’ll get a text saying hello)

As if to erase the blunt honestly the night before

I am your pillow

(Always where you rest and spill your secrets)

And that’s where I’m stuck (Unable to sleep until I know you are)

You’ll find a new one

And when you’re ready (I will leave)

Go back to the bed that’s my own

You’re waiting for me (before wrapping me in blankets)

Neatly tucked under your chin

You are my pillow.

Where do Poems Hide?

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 12:07:36 -0500

Poems hide in the words not spoken

The things you’re desperately trying to

Say But fall flat when you open your mouth

They linger on your tongue,

Waiting for the moment they can be

Released

They burn and numb your senses

The simplest actions are

Marvelous.

Poems are not weak.

They are powerful

They make the strongest man cry

But they can only do so

When you let them breathe

Paper is the person

Ink is the words

Scribbled across the lines

Echoing in near embrace

But they continue to hide

Even after being written

A poem is not a poem

Until someone reads it

Feels what the writer has felt

Relates to your desperation

The words you can not speak

And know someone sees

The same way as you.

Expresso

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 11:39:48 -0500

Not thinking straight

He picked up his backpack and jumped out the window. He lived on the fifth story.

Mistakes

He called her three times, she was driving. She sent her father a text, she spelt sex instead of sec.

Mistranslation

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 22:31:06 -0600

Mistranslation

Rue nudged closer into Jasper’s lap, his arms encircling her waist. He was gently rocking her as the principal continued his speech on proper behavior at school, a couple of teachers threw them a look but they didn’t care. She turned up her face to whisper something into his ear, his eyes went wide and his eyebrows danced a funny jig. When she was finished she looked up at him, peeking through her eyelashes, her big brown eyes fixed upon his. He couldn’t speak and her cheeks grew pinker the longer he sat there silent. We didn’t know what to think as Rue put her hand on her tummy and Jasper placed his large ones on top. The girls gossip into each other ears at the whole situation; their whispers grew louder when Jasper kissed her forehead and audibly said ‘It will be alright.’ The assembly ended and everyone got up and cleared the large gym, Jasper held her hand as the walked through the halls. They broke off as Rue came towards us and Jasper went to talk to the boys. “Guys, I have something to tell you.” Her face was very red and she was fidgeting restlessly. “This diet is killing me, I need some fries covered in gravy.” slapping her knee and laughing liked mad. We stood there dumbfounded.

Fifteen Sentence Portrait

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 22:30:16 -0600

We had been two people who never knew each other very well. Your blue eyes that sparkle when you’re excited. Your strong arms that hug me when I need it most. Your like my drug, I’m so addicted to. Your touch burns my skin and makes my cheeks alight on fire, you make my head dizzy sometimes when you whisper in my ear, you make my heart beat wilder than a hummingbird’s wings. I’m yours but you’re not mine. I love the smell of your favourite sweater. I wish I could wrap myself around your scent. We tease each other like cats and dogs. I get slithering shivers from the soothing spoken words you say. Your rough calloused hands hold my tiny ones, rubbing circles with your thumb, the thought makes me sigh. The smells of your playboy cologne in the blue and brown bottles are my favourite. You say I’m light as a feather but I always disagree. You give me a look and I just smile before grabbing your hand, exclaiming we should go outside. When I throw a snowball at your face, you tackle me into the snow; lying on top of me I stare up at your beautiful baby blue eyes and wonder how we ever became this close.

My First Love

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 21:21:42 -0600

I sometimes fly

I’m in the air

And my body angles itself

To the ground

Aching in anticipation

The curve of my leg

Following the other

As I fall

My toes touch the hardware floor

Precise

Soft graceful

I’d repeat it again and again

Longing for that moment

The time that

I twist my form and match the steps

Just right as I kick up my feet

So quick

Moving as if fire was beneath them

They have to

To make them fast enough to defy gravity

Nothing but me and the floor

Nothing to hold myself back

As I push and push and PUSH

Springing up to the ceiling

My weight nothing

As the rush makes me dizzy

I fly

For a brief moment.

A Memory on Valentine's Day

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 21:19:19 -0600

My palms are sweaty my skin on fire, the fire grazing my neck and every move of my hair burned it. My stomach tight and tumbling filled with nerves. I didn’t know I had. My cheeks still are warm and red. My eyes clear and as green as a frog. Every so often I have to let out a half sigh, half breathe to relax the tension in my body. I can’t stop biting my lip. I wished I hadn’t let it stop.

Time somebody told me, The way I never thought I’d feel. Explain to me why my cheeks are on fire,...

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 21:18:31 -0600

Time somebody told me,

The way I never thought I’d feel. Explain to me why my cheeks are on fire, why my heart was smashing into my lungs

My breathes stuck in my throat are shaken and hot. The reason I got this stupid look on my face,

Smile all lopsided.

I feel ridiculous but never quite so happy. Time somebody told me, I was in love.

I Like That Stuff

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 21:17:55 -0600

Done with two other girls

Cats hate it

Insects mate in it

Water

I like that stuff

Leaves whirl in it

Skirts twirl in it

Wind

I like that stuff

Stories to tell

Items to sell

Books

I like that stuff

Plant a seed in it

Gardeners weed in it

Gardens

I like that stuff

Your mind thinks it’s a waste

Your heart just wants a taste

Love

I like that stuff

Children sing to it

Bells ring from it

Music

I like that stuff

Useless things A book without words A tree without birds A pen without ink Glasses that don’t...

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 21:16:44 -0600

Useless things

A book without words

A tree without birds

A pen without ink

Glasses that don’t clink

A sky without stars

A road without cars

Music Poems

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 21:15:56 -0600

Rock N’ roll live

from the stadium FULL

of psychotic SCREAMING fans

bringing on the noiSE!

matching the sloppy rhythm

of the ClashinG drums.

the Bing Bam Boom of the bass

the quick picketing plucking prying

fingers on the strings

clashing of the symbols

the crowd goes wickly wild over

vocalist’s gritty growls of the potentially power playing

of the band.

The show ends in the explosive

fantastic fiery fireworks and

smoking scenes in the background.

I Used to Be....But Now I Am

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 21:14:53 -0600

I used to be happy but now I can’t seem to smile

I used to be good at math but now the number’s hurt my head

I used to love my job but now I rather do something else

I used to kiss boys but now I’m spending the night

I used to talk to my parents but now they always forget

I used to talk to my parents about pointless stuff but now it’s always serious

I used to be able to concentrate but now I can’t even paint

I used to be oblivious but now I know who my friends really are

I used to be in love but now I’m heartbroken

I used to be in love but now it’s pointless

I used to only want to make you happy but now I can’t even look at you

I used to have a friend but now she’s not

I used to draw of the person I wanted to be but now I’d rather scribble

I used to sing but now I just hum

I used to bake but now the flour makes me sneeze

I used to laugh loud and open to everyone but now I sit in the back and cry when no one’s looking

I used to be strong but now I’m helpless

I used to be perfect but now I’m broken

I used to be able to dance but now it hurts

I used to be a child but now I’m caught in-between

I used to understand but now I’m just confused

I used to know you but now you’ve moved on

I used to love to eat but now it just comes back up

I used to remember but now I want to forget

I used to love you like a child loves their stuffed toy but now I love you like an adult does to money

I used to need you but now I’m stronger

I used to be your pillow but now I’m your blankets

I used to be your friend but now I am want more

I used to be glad of sunshine or rain but now I don’t care, I just want to sleep

I used to sleep soundly at night but now I wake up screaming

I used to read books but now I read texts

I used to be smart but now I rather go out

I used to talk non-stop but now I listen

I used to be someone you spoke to once in a while but now I know you inside and out

Not a single i c: The alarm rang soundly. Head pounded, brash and loud, makes her ears deaf. Her...

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 19:09:00 -0600

Not a single i c:

The alarm rang soundly. Head pounded, brash and loud, makes her ears deaf. Her heart that goes along to the rhythm of drums, no remorse for how she feels. She wobbles unsteady when she had stood up. Her hands presses to the temples of her forehead as they ache, wave after wave of hurt overwhelms her. Exhausted, she falls back on to the bed. The sudden movement made the many layers of blankets consume her, almost to try and drown her from the lushness of them. She removes her hand that clutches the dark sheets to cover her face. She couldn’t help the tears that overflowed down her rosy cheeks. Desperate to remove any trace of that weakness, she rubs at them, soft sobs echo the walls but no one but she heard them.

Imperfections

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 18:48:22 -0600

I am falling in love with my imperfections

The odd squeak I make when I stretch.

The way my room

is a scattered mess,

how I am always a little late.

I am learning to love

my funny little sneezes,

my knobby knees.

the way I

tap my nose when I think.

Uneven nails

mussed up curls.

The thousand questions I ask

I’m not sure why.

I am learning to fail

at early morning routines

yoga and thinking before I speak.

Instead, I’m always rushing from one thing

to the next,

sleeping or reading.

Probably should do my algebra homework,

neatly place my clothes in the dresser.

Make sure I’ve finished my chores

before a night out that I won’t remember.

But I’d rather waste time by dancing

circles

in my room, speakers crank or

tucked beneath his chin as I sit in

his lap.

Now, lying on my bed, cat right beside me

sketchbook in hand.

Endless imagination makes a

smile

appear on my face.

"Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening..."

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 14:45:10 -0600

““Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we’re curious….and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” ~Walt Disney”