mo, 3 stycznia 2012
Gently as wind blows
Sways the beauty of the Milk White rose
Day and night that rose stays
Its beauty drawing people closer
Its thorns keeping them away
The rose stays here
As seasons pass it by
The petals have worn
As the wind made it fly
A single rose seed
Falls onto the ground
And the Milk White rose
Now dead
Gave birth safe and sound
To a rose of Blood Red
mo, 3 stycznia 2012
I don’t care what you call me
Cuz I know they’re just lies
I’m not a nerd, I’m just smart
I’m not weird, I’m just nice
I’m not ugly, I’m just prettier than you
And don’t try arguing
Cuz you know it’s true
I’m done with these labels
I’m done with these lies
I’m done with the rivers
of pain from my eyes
Don’t call me a jerk
Don’t call me an idiot
Don’t call me stupid
Please. Just quit it.
mo, 3 stycznia 2012
Inversions, these are.
Go far, I won't.
To talk like Yoda, I try.
Like it, I don't.
Sound wiser, do I?
Hate this, I do.
Say much, I can't
Attempting this, I rue.
But a challenge, I love.
mo, 30 grudnia 2011
I’m sorry for every tear ever shed,
I’m sorry for every second of sleep lost,
I’m sorry for every thought of you in my head,
I’m sorry for every cent I've cost,
I’m sorry for hurting you, the blame is all on me,
I’m sorry for not being enough for you,
Not enough to make you happy...
I’m sorry
mo, 30 grudnia 2011
If I told you how I felt,
would you run away
would you laugh with your friends
would you act this way
Would you wonder if I had
gotten the wrong guy
If that’s what you would’ve thought,
would you turn your head to cry
If I told you how I felt,
would the world end
would you tell me quietly
that you’d rather just be friends
Or maybe ... just maybe
you’d give me a small smile
and say “I love you too”
and promise you’d be mine
mo, 30 grudnia 2011
I need to write a poem
But what could I say?
Should I write about school or love?
Or how the sunset looks in May?
Or how about the shining knight
In a princess’ fairytale
A story about how he killed the beast
About how he could never fail?
Or maybe about my biggest dream
To sing upon a stage
In front of a cheering audience
Chanting out my name?
Or perhaps I should write about
My need to write a poem
I need it for Journalism soon
At least it’s not a column.
mo, 29 grudnia 2011
Strumming and picking
My voice, soft as a whisper
The world disappears
mo, 29 grudnia 2011
My heart’s beating hard
about to burst
I’m dizzy from
thinking about the worst
I’m so scared
I’m so excited
I’m very worried
there’s no need to deny it
Could she be joking
Is she going to tell him
What would he say
How can I finish this poem
mo, 29 grudnia 2011
My life may end,
but, this message, my friend,
is one I hope you listen to.
You were my closest,
and all I hope is,
that you would stay as you.
So get rid of that mask,
get rid of it fast,
and show up as my bestie.
Cuz if you wear that makeup,
You'd feel worse than your first breakup.
And although I'm contained,
I swear to you in God's name,
That the result won't be pretty.
mo, 27 grudnia 2011
I’m sorry I can’t say it above a whisper.
I start to feel faint as the world starts to shiver.
Those 3 little words make my throat run dry.
And your deep black eyes make me so shy...
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