growing up, my childhood was built on a steady foundation of mac n' cheese and powder puff girls.
i played with building bricks and lincoln logs
and i thought that made me an architect.
without a care in the world, i planned to build a future for myself,
one with a king sized bed completely made out of hershey chocolate and a bicycle that no longer needed training wheels.
but eventually my mom told me to clean up my toys,
and even though i was just trying to bring an order to things,
all it did was make space.
now i'm not sure where my bricks are,
and i know that chocolate makes a mess
and my bike tires are flat.
this poem belongs to a friend of mine who inspires me constantly,
her blog name is suburbia go check it out.
we are becoming warm bodies.
someone living in oblivion,
wondering through thick aromas of experience
but never contemplating a passion for belief.
not setting out the time to ponder,
for it is just a mere
inconvenience,
relying on,
but never seeming to want.
in the midst of hot summer days
there were once fireworks over our heads.
i saw you and i can honestly say
there wasn't a second glance.
nope,
it was not love at first sight.
slowly but surely
you made your way in.
passed brick walls and barbed wire fences,
you got my attention.
with city lights in our eyes,
you brushed dancing strands of hair away from my face
and kissed me.
my lips sang melodies against yours
and your calloused fingers traced fire along my spine.
throughout many other nights,
you replaced my loneliness and gave a home to something
i never knew was missing.
you kissed my scars,
and the spaces between our fingers became inseparable friends.
it was first whispered under timid stars and through hungry lips,
and i didn't say it back.
i don't know if i loved you then or if i was just too scared to say it
but the night i first let you see me cry,
was the night i realized that i did.
as your thumb left imprints on my face while it tried to catch every tear,
i managed to stutter out the same three little words
that haven't left my head since.
you're my serendipity;
i wasn't looking for you,
i wasn't expecting you,
but i am very lucky to have met you.
to the girl who pulls down the rim of her hat a little lower,
we see you.
that cobalt blue baseball cap is no match for those hazel eyes you hide.
shadows cast over swollen cheeks,
maybe you think that we won't always recognize you.
you are so brave and quiet,
sometimes we forget that you are suffering.
you bury your sadness underneath the surface and wear it like a second skin,
a story behind that mona lisa smile.
we see you.
a poem for the unseen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxDSSd3afTk
like the phantom of snow in the spring,
they were gone.
people who once held me in their world
and existed in mine.
averting eyes belonging to ones whom i'd considered forever and always.
with no pulse in my voice,
i try to assure myself that i exist.
that the only reason they left,
was because i loved them too much.
it hurts to sleep;
i hate to dream about those who no longer want to live in my reality.
but sometimes it hurts more to hold on
rather than to let go.
i need to realize that it’s okay to drop people out of your life that do you no good.
they leave and i love them more,
but i've learned you can't fix people who want to be broken.
