I may not like you,
You may have bothered me,
And gave me more trouble than not,
However, you played a part,
In my journey through life,
So I need you're color,
To paint my picture,
For if I don't,
Then my picture will be,
I n c o m p l e t e.
Life as a Drop of WaterDown I go,
Racing with my brothers,
Singing with my sisters.
My life is hardly still,
Around and around I go,
Never do a place I stay.
My house is where ever I am,
Under the trees, under the stars,
Around the wild life,
That's the best place to be!
But then the relatives come,
Dropping from the sky,
My home is so crowded,
Some of us die,
But that's the circle of life,
For in their death,
New life springs forth!
I am only seen,
As a whole of my family,
Hardly ever just as myself,
For I am merely,
A drop of water,
Living a high strung life.
More than Just FriendsGuinea pigs and sunshine,
Cloudy days and tears,
The island we would own,
If in our life time,
We are able.
Together we are strong,
One giant happy family,
With our fill of ups and downs.
We are a recipe cooked to perfection,
with the right amount
of good and bad,
Of tears and smiles,
And just a spoon full of crazy.
Together we are one,
A helping hand in the dark,
A smiling face in a confusing world,
Loving arms always there.
These amazing people,
yes, are strange and crazy,
But what good is a family,
Without some oddities?
I love them all,
My OFA friends,
For they are more than that,
They have become my family.
Here I'll stayI'm over here,
And you're over there,
We're pretty much as far,
As can be for two hearts.
So why do I,
My heart grows weaker,
As the time passes.
What happened to forever?
What happened to together?
What happened to us,
While I was sleeping?
I'm still here,
But you've gone away.
So until next time,
Here I'll stay.
Poem Challenge 20What will come next?
"The world is ending" they said.
But I just don't see it,
The stars rain across the sky, and
All is well.
Poem Challenge 18The world was a better place,
When seen though children's eyes,
When the days were full of innocence and play,
When the worst fight would result to being chased with
Poem Challenge 16What will the future become?
Without you here to protect and guide me,
Will I become lost and broken?
Please fly back to me, to us.
We need you here.
Poem Challenge 14They bind you to the earth,
Though they cannot see,
Your presence they feel,
Left with a broken heart,
How'd it happen?
Poem Challenge 12Only distance can bring you peace.
That is what the letter read,
But that is not true,
Distance brings torture and pain,
Please, don't leave.
your poemyou tell me on a thursday that you can’t find
the god inside of yourself anymore, that
you think that you are finally
too much honeycomb and not enough human
because lately everything has been slipping
through your fingers, and you don’t know how you can
keep holding yourself together anymore.
if today is the day that you look
at the stars and you no longer
feel their burn beneath your bones,
i will show you the blanket i tried to make
when i was eight, and i will tell you all i know
about the string theory, which isn’t much, i admit,
but i do know the basics,
and that’s that everything in the universe
is composed of strings that somehow
loop onto each other infinitely.
so whenever you feel like you’re
walking a tightrope without a safety
net below you, know that you are
thousands of tightropes strung together,
and one fall will not kill you.
i have never told you about the way
i can feel my pulse skitter to a stop
in my wrists whenever i hear you laughing
Depression Isn't RealDepression isn’t true, my dear
Depression isn’t real.
It’s just a silly tragedy
You’ve forced yourself to feel.
Anxiety is fake, my friend
You wonder why it’s there.
But others have it worse than you!
Stop forming false despair.
Cutting is dramatic, love,
It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.
Why not just get over it?
Is the attention fun?
Suicide is stupid, dear,
And selfish, if I may.
Get over yourself, darling,
Can you hear these things I say?
Why aren’t you replying, love?
Oh, where could you have gone?
I never meant to hurt you, love,
Did I say something wrong?
Why aren’t you replying, dear?
Depression isn’t true!
Oh, but yes it was, “my dear”...
Just maybe not for you.
You Never Really Were ThereYou're right here, I know it.
I can hear your voice,
I can see your eyes,
I can smell your scent,
I can feel my heartbeat
Speeding as you approach.
But when I reach out my hand
To try and touch your face,
You just vanish in the air,
Remembering me that
You never really were there.
it's okay to not be okaysometimes it’s okay
to sit on the floor of the bathroom stall
and let your feelings gather- it’s okay
to let them pool like a lachrymose lagoon
as the inside of your stomach does summersaults;
I know these emotions can’t be tenderly released,
they’re not soft waves kissing the expecting shore,
let them pour out of you like tidal waves-
release the tsunami from within you
and I know sometimes the tears will sodden your pillowcase,
they’ll be juggernauts- those brackish beads
cathartically-cartwheeling down your flushed cheeks;
but remember how even the clouds
may cry tempestuously today,
only to make room
for much brighter days
so I promise you, darling
it’s going to be okay.
a list of things colleges don't want to know1. i have a cactus named atticus that i bought
on the day i thought i was going to die,
and i never forget to water it, not
even when i forget how it feels
to breathe without my lungs rebelling
against my brain.
2. sometimes talking feels like walking on gravel
in a Georgian summer heat.
i try to keep talking anyway,
and hope that eventually
my voice will lose its softness and grow calluses.
3. once, a man whistled at me
outside of a grocery store from
the safety of his car.
four years later, i still haven’t stopped looking
over my shoulder.
4. i drive too fast and i take turns too sharply
and i never put enough sugar
in my tea and i could probably survive
on watermelon alone. i’m left handed
and once taught myself to write only in capital
letters to piss off my seventh grade english teacher.
5. i have never felt closer to my father
than when we stayed
outside till two a.m. in november and watched
a meteor shower.
6. there are some things
i don’t think i’ll ever
For My PeopleAs far as I can recall:
I did not ask to be birthed
Into a cycle of stagnation.
I did not ask to be told,
That my dreams are achievable;
Only to see them limited by the scope of reality.
I did not ask for a failing system,
Passed unto me by half-dead corpses wearing suits.
Nodding eagerly at one another,
As they wait for an inevitable death.
This I did not ask for,
And I am certain that most of you did not either.
But it is for that reason,
And for that reason alone, I say:
That it is up to us,
We siblings bound by the chains of our forefathers,
To create a system that is better,
Than the bitter shackles of the past.
Justice is what I long for.
Justice for MY people.
melismai have heard that every woman
is either ophelia or the queen,
either too much or not enough,
either drowning or swimming, either
dying from grief of living with guilt.
but i have run past enough finish
lines in my life to know that sometimes
you give up and sometimes you keep
going until your legs hurt and your
what i mean is that i used to forget
that there once was
a version of me that did not
know the twelve shades of blue in
your eyes or what words to use
to describe them.
what i mean is that i still catch myself
thinking about that time i saw
you singing in your kitchen with your
hair down, dancing around to the radio
in a shirt i thought i had lost months ago.
what i mean is that i’ve started
ignoring you in the hallways
because it’s less painful than looking
at you and not knowing what
our problem was always that we
had too much water, too many novels
written in the backs of our mouths,
too many bones for our skin, too many
MotherhoodMaybe I'm just worried that my carelessness
Will follow me into motherhood -
The way I dented my boss's truck when I was 18
And then lied about it
Might mean that when the bough breaks
And I fail, inevitably, to catch the cradle
Lying won't be enough
But it will be all that I can think to do
Maybe I'm worried that the worst in me
Will become the worst in my child
The way I lose my temper with you for no reason
And then blame you
Might mean that when I show my love through a sharp tongue
And I fail, inevitably, to realise the damage done
Apologies won't be enough
But they will be all that I have left to try
Maybe I'm just worried that my love for you
Will be sacrificed to our love for a baby
And that there'll be nothing else -
Will that mean that we have died
And only a new life survives in ashes
Maybe it's not enough
But maybe that will be everything
An Angel's Promise'Thou art mine,
And so thou shall remain.'
I will not let you have any other before me,
Nor can there be any after.
For it is your soul that I have shared
And it is your soul that I do take.
Your worship is the blood that flows through me.
Your praise is the heart that pumps life into my veins.
I have accepted that which is torn;
And if you are not whole before me,
Then by my will and word,
You shall be made whole.
So fear not this frigid world,
Though its cold bites deeply into your flesh.
I shall take that which has been torn from you
And weep life into it,
Until only warmth remains.
For thou art already mine,
And so thou shall remain.