Introvert

introvertIn a dark, blank space

I stand in isolation,

but never alone.

 

 

 


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Fly

girl looking out window (Fly)When I was young, I dreamed

Of soaring through the skies.

I dreamt of wings and feathers

And birds way up high.

I would sit by my window

And watch the clouds drift by.

I’d close my eyes and wonder,

And in that moment, I’d fly.


*(Note: I wrote this after an English test during the time that we weren’t allowed to do anything else. It’s one of my few short poems, but it’s also one of my favorites.)

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Flower Weeds

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The flames flicker and illuminate

three misfits

laughing under the stars.

One weaves crowns of white and green,

then adorns their heads

and declares them royalty.

 

The king comments that they’re crowned

in weeds, and the princess

who wove them

responds that they’re flowers.

They argue, joke,

and fall from their thrones

as the flames flicker on.

And when the moon lazily reaches its peak,

the queen declares them

flower weeds.

 

The princess and king happily agree

and the royals continue in peace.

For when the flames flicker and die,

they’ll go their separate ways.

The flower weeds will be cast aside,

but their crowns will forever remain.


*(Note: This whole poem is based on a real life moment just a few days earlier. I would rather not explain the symbolism because it’s difficult to explain and specific to us. Those involved will understand when they read it. For the rest of you, you don’t need to understand. It can be whatever you imagine.)

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Dear Future Me

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Dear future me,
I wonder who you’ll be.
Will you love? Will you hate?
Will you make or break?
What will you dream
when you have time to think?
What will you say
to keep you going every day?
Will you hold on
when your world goes all wrong,
or will you fall apart
and have to restart?

Dear future me,
just remember to breathe.
Let go of your anger and fear.
Remember why you’re here.
Remember what you’ve learned:
how easily the tables can turn,
how far you can fall,
the power of standing tall.
Always offer your help,
and above all else,
don’t forget to smile.
A smile can go for miles.

Dear future me,
I hope you find yourself free.
I hope you accept your past
and live life to its last.
I hope that you find joy,
whether you build or destroy.
I hope you cling to faith
and that you never hesitate.
I hope I did what was right—
that my actions are a guide.
I hope you chase your dreams.
I hope you remember me.


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Seed

imageI planted a seed long ago

in the hopes that a lovely flower might grow,

but, as it grew, so did I

until the light dimmed in my eye

and I realized, that seed would not be enough

to save this world from itself.


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A Piece in the Games

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The scratching of fingernails across the steel,

The never-ending sorrows of screaming reels—

I call for help, but nothing comes.

I’m alone by myself. The darkness succumbs.

I hear them coming, the deadly pain,

And I know I’m finished, the blood pumping in my veins.

But I won’t fall without one last stand.

I’ll fight until death takes my hand.

I pull out my knife and stand in range

As the killers come like deadly mange.

In what seems like slow motion, they burst through the trees

And come straight at me with unstoppable ease.

But I remember my training and stand steady and strong.

The hours of labor; the days so long.

I raise my knife and as they come in for the kill.

I slash down and the first blood of battle spills.

A boy falls before me, grabbing his neck as he dies,

But I don’t notice, not falling for the lies.

The others are coming, their swords flying in deadly arks,

But my knife meets them all. They lay not even one mark.

I slice about as I remember what they’ve done,

Killing my sister, my brother, and my loved one.

And before I know it, they all lay down dead,

Lifeless eyes looking up from lifeless heads.

I look to the sky and scream in rage,

“Are you finished with me yet? Have I pleased your bloody sage?”

I hear four cannon shots and I know that it’s done.

I have beaten the odds. In the games I have won.

But I feel no glory as I look to the beyond.

They’ve forced me to kill, and to lose my loving bond.

“I’ll never forget you,” I look forward and say.

“I’ll avenge your death. I’ll make them pay.”


*(Note: This poem is written based on The Hunger Games, if you didn’t get that. I wrote it a long time ago, just before the first Hunger Games movie came out. I found a soundtrack that some fan put together and wrote this while listening to it. It’s got some weird punctuation and wording, but I still think it turned out pretty cool.)

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A Figure of Speech

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Time to discuss that elephant in the room.

It’s obvious you’re in a pickle.

The jig is up;

You’re back to square one.

You’ve put yourself in the jaws of death

And are stuck in a rut.

But really, you just need a wake-up call.

The answer is right under your nose.

Everything is just a chip on your shoulder.

Elvis has left the building,

And you’re beating a dead horse.

Don’t cry over spilt milk;

Grab a cup of joe

And move on with your life.

The past is in the past.

 

Let me cut to the chase.

I know it’s between a rock and a hard place

And you’ll be a fish out of water,

But it’s time the rubber hit the road.

People with hearts of gold

Are worth a dime a dozen.

Go for broke

And go out on a limb.

It’s better to live life to the fullest

Than have to throw in the towel.

Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,

For every dark cloud has a silver lining.

The lost always get found.


*(Note: Yeah… There was a time when I found myself bored. So I wrote this. And I decided it was awesome. Because it is. And it was super fun to write. Yeah… Love me.)

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