Alright. No these are not the first things I ever wrote. If I posted those I would be laughed out of the forum haha. It's just the first time I've posted my work in this section. I decided to go with poetry first, and see how badly it gets flamed before I publsih my more lengthy stuff. So here you go, I hope you like it. But be honest. Tell me what you like and don't like.
These are my favorites
Their eyes follow my car as it jolts and bumps down the narrow street
Their face blank, their feet still
Gazing at the intruder they have seen so many times
Even though I have never been down this street
The children with the glassy eyes
Where no emotion betrays
Unless you know where to look
Deep within the detachment
Something broods
Swirling in lucid movements
Their lives swim inside their heads
Things no child should see
No adult, no person
But it lives around them and within them
They are old, so old
So sad
But, maybe not
Maybe only to me
But I can feel it within myself
Their broken faces sting me
So much
And I know they see me
And they know I see them
I think they know
This pity, this remorse
That pools in my own eyes and overflows
Into the rejection of theirs
They have seen this look
Too many times
For it to mean anything
As the streetlights flicker, I speed up
But their eyes follow me
I know, I feel them
I saw the sadness there
The fearful wonder
And it hurts
Too much for me
So I turn up the volume
And blast the radio
And hide within the pounding bass
As I lose myself into the easy shallowness of my reality
Just like the others who have traveled this street
They pretend they didn’t see
But will I
The Fourth of July
The grass is damp and the night air is heavy
But not cold. Sticky sweet
I lay with my head on my shoulder
On the scratchy old blanket that we’ve had for as long as I can remember
Then the cloudy sky is filled with light
And trembles with man made thunder
Fireworks
…My Grandma is at home
She was too tired to come to the fireworks
She has pnuemonia
I think… she might be dying…
…I wish he was here
Watching them with me, next to me
But he’s not
I bet he’s with her, holding her hand instead…
Ohs and Ahs are whispered in unison
As the light crackles and thrusts itself deep into the midnight sky
“Those are my favorite” my sister says next to me
As golden light drizzles towards the ground
Like fairy dust
I nod silently; They’re my favorite too
…We are so easily distracted
We are so easily broken…
They crash and snap
Explosions of color
With booms that make the earth shiver with deight
They are all innocent bombs
But they only create beauty
If only, if only…
…“It’s a part of life,” they say
“She’ll be in a better place”
But there is no comfort in these words
They will all cry at the funeral…
…“You’re so young, you don’t know love yet” they say
“There are plenty of others”
But now, he’s the one who doesn’t want me – who’s breaking my heart
Maybe I know love better than any of them – maybe they have just forgotten…
They rattle the stars
They echo inside me, matching my heart beat
Stardust rains gently from the sky
Pulsing and glimmering softly
So insanely simple…
Yet so insanely beautiful…
I smile inspite of myself
I love fireworks
Harsh Odds
Among the thorns grows
A beautiful crimson rose
Defying harsh odds
High Heels
I'll put on my plastic high heels
The ones that sparkle and shimmer with glitter
I'll wear my too small princess dress
You know, the one that twirls out when I spin
I'll smear fake cherry lipstick on my pouting lips
And give candy apple kisses to stuffed animal
subjects
I'll carry out my big plastic easel
And my wash away paints with the fat bristled
brush
I'll tie on my stawberry yellow apron
My favorite, the one that Nana gave me
And I'll paint... with hues that splatter all over me
To my secret delight
But still, no matter how I try
To forget
To lose myself
My painting will be stained with reality
The bright colors forever dimmed by the world
That closes in and drags me slowly
Out of my plastic high heels and away from my
easel
Into the uncomfortable detachment and formality
That is the curse of humanity
(sorry the last one is underlined. my computer is stupid)
These are my favorites
Their eyes follow my car as it jolts and bumps down the narrow street
Their face blank, their feet still
Gazing at the intruder they have seen so many times
Even though I have never been down this street
The children with the glassy eyes
Where no emotion betrays
Unless you know where to look
Deep within the detachment
Something broods
Swirling in lucid movements
Their lives swim inside their heads
Things no child should see
No adult, no person
But it lives around them and within them
They are old, so old
So sad
But, maybe not
Maybe only to me
But I can feel it within myself
Their broken faces sting me
So much
And I know they see me
And they know I see them
I think they know
This pity, this remorse
That pools in my own eyes and overflows
Into the rejection of theirs
They have seen this look
Too many times
For it to mean anything
As the streetlights flicker, I speed up
But their eyes follow me
I know, I feel them
I saw the sadness there
The fearful wonder
And it hurts
Too much for me
So I turn up the volume
And blast the radio
And hide within the pounding bass
As I lose myself into the easy shallowness of my reality
Just like the others who have traveled this street
They pretend they didn’t see
But will I
The Fourth of July
The grass is damp and the night air is heavy
But not cold. Sticky sweet
I lay with my head on my shoulder
On the scratchy old blanket that we’ve had for as long as I can remember
Then the cloudy sky is filled with light
And trembles with man made thunder
Fireworks
…My Grandma is at home
She was too tired to come to the fireworks
She has pnuemonia
I think… she might be dying…
…I wish he was here
Watching them with me, next to me
But he’s not
I bet he’s with her, holding her hand instead…
Ohs and Ahs are whispered in unison
As the light crackles and thrusts itself deep into the midnight sky
“Those are my favorite” my sister says next to me
As golden light drizzles towards the ground
Like fairy dust
I nod silently; They’re my favorite too
…We are so easily distracted
We are so easily broken…
They crash and snap
Explosions of color
With booms that make the earth shiver with deight
They are all innocent bombs
But they only create beauty
If only, if only…
…“It’s a part of life,” they say
“She’ll be in a better place”
But there is no comfort in these words
They will all cry at the funeral…
…“You’re so young, you don’t know love yet” they say
“There are plenty of others”
But now, he’s the one who doesn’t want me – who’s breaking my heart
Maybe I know love better than any of them – maybe they have just forgotten…
They rattle the stars
They echo inside me, matching my heart beat
Stardust rains gently from the sky
Pulsing and glimmering softly
So insanely simple…
Yet so insanely beautiful…
I smile inspite of myself
I love fireworks
Harsh Odds
Among the thorns grows
A beautiful crimson rose
Defying harsh odds
High Heels
I'll put on my plastic high heels
The ones that sparkle and shimmer with glitter
I'll wear my too small princess dress
You know, the one that twirls out when I spin
I'll smear fake cherry lipstick on my pouting lips
And give candy apple kisses to stuffed animal
subjects
I'll carry out my big plastic easel
And my wash away paints with the fat bristled
brush
I'll tie on my stawberry yellow apron
My favorite, the one that Nana gave me
And I'll paint... with hues that splatter all over me
To my secret delight
But still, no matter how I try
To forget
To lose myself
My painting will be stained with reality
The bright colors forever dimmed by the world
That closes in and drags me slowly
Out of my plastic high heels and away from my
easel
Into the uncomfortable detachment and formality
That is the curse of humanity
(sorry the last one is underlined. my computer is stupid)
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