This was written more from the heart, than the head.
High school days
Filled within a purple haze
Living a teenage craze.
Dodging class
No worries, just hit this glass
Fill me with the greener grass
Detention you make the best of,
Friends help you make the best of everything listed above ^
I will never forget high school
Even through the bad and "uncool"
Life's about to get real & cruel
Poetry
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Stars
The stars-
Each minuscule to the naked eye, but holding their own unique purpose, helping the moon guide light for earth to whatever may follow beneath them.
Fiery suns, miles, & miles away. Still, close enough to wrap your wishes around. Fast in motion, but slow enough to catch your eye when falling to their darkness.
Windows of light in the sky, we only look in between to see infinite darkness.
Friday, January 27, 2012
If love could speak
If love could speak...
It would say
don't waste me
don't abuse
Never chase me in any way
I am blind to you
but some only try to close me off
I will never understand
why some judge the way they do
I am the reason you can't sleep.
Why your heart races.
a single, hour, a single moment,
a feeling you want to forever keep
Just like I can embrace you,
I can take whatever is yours
If when decided to leave,
I can disappear, without a clue
Appreciate me,
Hold me within
I am him, I am her, I am the universe,
I am everything that could be.
It would say
don't waste me
don't abuse
Never chase me in any way
I am blind to you
but some only try to close me off
I will never understand
why some judge the way they do
I am the reason you can't sleep.
Why your heart races.
a single, hour, a single moment,
a feeling you want to forever keep
Just like I can embrace you,
I can take whatever is yours
If when decided to leave,
I can disappear, without a clue
Appreciate me,
Hold me within
I am him, I am her, I am the universe,
I am everything that could be.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Her rainstorm
I will always remember...
The way the sky looks after a rainstorm
how vivid the colors that cover the earth
She is renewed, refreshed.
Washed away from her burdens
...
My foot prints, embedded into her slick mud
My fingers gently touch the vibrant green, as it umbrellas the smallest of life beneath it.
I can only smile.
breath taking.
How beautiful she is, after a rainstorm.
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