Poetry
Nostalgia
Nostalgia puts her headphones in and lets the music take her away
It takes her to the time when she was 7 and her brother blasted Boston in the car
Going down the winding roads again, she breathes in the brushed nylon seats
That don’t allow her swinging feet to touch the floor
The song changes and she is brought to parish courtyard after church
She wants to race all the boys and they laugh, sure they’ll win
She leaves them in the dust even though she’s wearing buckle shoes and a skirt
The blood rushing through her body and her young lungs breathing in the spring air
She is unstoppable
When she hears the first few notes of the next one
Her lips form a small smile as she climbs up into a tree to see the city before sunset
The sky is painted pink and yellow
The colors dancing to “I just want my peace of mind”
A gentle breeze blows her hair out of her face like in the movies
The sun goes to sleep to “take a look ahead”
And she will never forget
Abandonment
Fallen leaves
Dying trees
Colorless
You and me
Grayer skies
These wings won't fly
Emptiness
Final goodbyes
Broken glass
Going fast
Wondering
How long it'll last
I never lied
You never tried
Unattached
And left behind
Rainy days
Your selfish ways
Abandonment
No one stays
Always changing
I was waiting
Undecided
Heart keeps breaking
Count to three
Who will you be?
Loneliness
It’s just me
Waterfall
Sunlight shining down
Upon the glistening stream
Water flowing down
Roaring like thundering clouds
But peacefully turns to mist
Lighthouse
A boat lost at sea
Looking off into the night
The ocean roaring
Waves rolling over the ship
Hiding it from the lighthouse
My Bedroom
Posters line my walls
And they watch me as I sleep
Hearing all my dreams
Finger Painting
Painting on my skin
The vibrant colors bleeding
Handprints on my walls
A Promise
A boy once told a girl, as he looked into her eyes that he give her the whole world and all the stars, all the skies
She'd laugh and tease saying "your're crazy" for that couldn't be right, but the boy insisted he'd loved her still the day he dies
The girl would tell the boy at least a hundred times a day how perfect he was, how wonderful, how she wanted him to stay
Each time with a smile on her lips, twisting his hair between her fingertips
"I will so don't you forget, you'll know I've gone mad if I ever did."
"I'll give you every star," he told her one night, "every single one up there, shining so bright."
"But that's impossible," she said in reply, she was sure he was joking but he always denied
The boy one day, paper and pen in his hand, caught her attention as he was lost in another land
"What are you doing?" she asked curiously
"Don't you worry," he said, "It's a little poem, don't try and sneak a peek. Just be patient, I promise you will see."
Then one sunny afternoon they went on their way, excited and ready for a warm, perfect day
The skies were all blue and the birds all sang, but one thing went wrong and everything changed
A tired driver and one missed stop sign is more than enough to change the course of their lives
The girl, very shocked and not sure what had happened was the first to see what she could never imagine
He shoved her out of the way at his own expense, and you know that for her he would do nothing less
So off to the hospital he was rushed, his face so pale and eyes glued shut
His love held his hand and cried the whole time, for this was the greatest pain in her life
"What can you do?" she said in a panic and all she was given was "it's truly tragic"
They told her "Go see him if you'd like." she wanted to hold his hand just one last time
the repetitive of sound of beep after beep, the toxic smell of everything bleached
So she just kept repeating "he's only asleep."
Then tear after tear she sang his favorite song, until she heard the steady beating stop
It was over and done but she wouldn't accept it, her true love was gone her happiness with him
She stared vacantly at the walls all around her, feeling the earth was moving no longer
She put on his jacket, held onto his locket, but upon picking it up, something fell out of his pocket
A piece of paper written all over an ink, she covered her mouth, "is this what I think?"
She opened it up and indeed it was, a poem he'd written and titled my love
She took a deep breath, beginning to cry, as she read about his stars and his skies
As soon as she finished his beautiful words, she knew that he kept his promise to her
He'd given her all the stars and the skies, the moment he decided to save her life.
Shades of Life
When I shake my head and ask what I'm going to do with you, my subconscious, unaware of the rhetoric, bombards me with answers that I didn't ask for.
She says "you are going to are going to hold hands as you walk across constellations of small islands of sands and wells of oceans all the while God is painting the sky with new colors of a sunset just for you.
You are going to kiss him in the pale moonlight, standing over your hometown as it watches you grow up to be what your mother wasn't so sure you could be and neither did you.
You are going to stop at hardware stores and he'll watch as you get overly excited about all the different shades of paint and the walls lined with color schemes for your future house that he will build, of course.
And you'll fight some nights. You'll sit in the couch, the TV on but playing nothing but static; white noise to drown out the sound of loneliness. But he will always come home.
You will take twice as many photographs as any normal person would even consider taking, and pin them to a wall that catches the sunlight in just the right way before the sun goes down and it reminds you that you will always make it."
She says "What kind of question is that, you silly girl? You know exactly what you're going to do with him."
She says "you are going to fall in love."