30 days of poems
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The moon was lonely
So the stars joined him And they greeted him with a smile They went to sleep so the sun could shine And they kissed on the way by The sun would cry when she was alone Her tears would nourish the flowers And the rocks felt the flowers roots While magma rushed under the ground Even the center of the earth was touched by the moons lonliness Made cupcakes, safely lit them with fire extinguisher handy, made cards, wrapped his own book for him (not shown), and sang to him(check email)
Andy you're a star
All these things that I've done Mr. Brightside When you were young For reasons unknown This river is wild Read my mind A dustland fairytale Spaceman Human Just another girl And I flee the boat with her
She took my childhood in her stride that summer While I let her And the tigers come at night The stars illuminate the lake While fire burns on the opposite side reflecting off the water What have we done... ...what have we done! I watched her layer the boat with hay, nothing but a grin across her face She looked back at me with her hair flying I watched her mouth form the words "Let's go" but no sound seemed to come out I looked back at the burning buildings, although there were no people in them I still felt sick She ran with bare feet so happily like a child And I watched Then I let her go -You sleep well
...-okay? -I hope -For the person that cares how you sleep NumbersAll my life people have told me who I am
From kintergarden I was told the amount of words I could read in a minute -40 And in 6th grade it was how many minutes I could run the mile in- 8:03 Then in middle school they started weighing -135 I have the blonde hair Blue eyes My height at 5'4 Shoe size- 8 Dress size- 4 "You're blonde you cant be smart" Gpa-90 Missed days of school-16 Career high in basketball -12 Saved goals -39 Age-15 Gender- Female Color-White Memorized words in spanish- 2,231 Number of friends -9 All my life people have defined me by numbers Or even appearance Blonde-blue eyes-long hair-round face---Average That is all I am Average NO... no..no That's what my numbers say-and my appearance But what I REALLY am --- Is the color of my laugh on a Sunday night Or how wide my smile spreads watching my favorite show Its the books I read And the poetry I write If I fold my laundry or hang it The way my eyes light up talking about what I love The sorrow in my voice when singing sad songs If I drink orange juice with pulp or no pulp How I support my teamates on the bench My screams during scary movies If I hold the door for people The way I treat old people The types of flowers I pick If I prefer dogs or cats How I feel about religion How aggressively I play defense And how I look at people when they talk And If you're looking for me don't look for my numbers Look for me Because I will be residing in the things that cannot be calculated The things that cannot have a number plastered on them I will be somewhere where society cannot tell me who I am with numbers |
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