A Cherry On Top

a

cherry

on top

makes the 

whole world

spin around, but

I guess that's just not

my life, you see, my life

is just forgotten birthdays. 

My life is just empty hugs

and no hand to hold and a heart

so full with no one to give it to. 

A cherry on top makes the 

whole world spin around

but I guess that's

just not my life, 

you see, my life

is just candles

that never got

blown out

because

nobody

lit

them.

Blood and Water

When your underaged friend
drive 5 hours
to see you for a mere 2,
it makes you wonder how
your parent's don't and leave
you here to stew.

When she rents a hotel room
just to drive home the next day,
it makes you wonder how
your parents can get a free room
but instead stay far away.

It's funny because your parents say
they love you unconditionally,
but it's the friend you met only 3 years ago
who loves you unconditionally.

Blood is thicker than water, they say,
but I would like to point:
the blood of the covenant,
my love,
is thicker than that of the womb.

Whatever

"Did I do something wrong?"
"Yeah, but whatever."
The cry for help of teenage girls
disguised as letting it go.
"Whatever" in the sense of
"nothing is okay."

"Whatever" she said after he
broke her heart and underneath
lay
tears.

"Whatever" he said to his father who
went back on his words and underneath
lay
betrayal.

"Whatever" she said to her parents who
wouldn't come and see her and underneath
lay
disgust.

Disgust that they didn't care
but she's not allowed to show it
and
betrayal that his dad is a liar
but he needs to be a man
and
tears that he is long gone before she could say goodbye
but she can't show attachment.

Whatever.

Magic

Whirls of joyous flames
kiss the sky.
They blur across my vision
as the wind nips at my nose.
Flowers of human creation
blooming around me
as the sky turns dark.
The windows are down,
hair streaks to and fro
across my vision.
Cutting the bright spirals
into strobed sections.

**This poem is on display in the city of Montpelier at Petals and Things for PoemCity 2015!**

Not Special

Nobody is different,
we are all sheep in a herd.
Not everyone can stand out
so no one can be different at all.
"Everyone is special"
is the fancy way to say
"nobody is special."

You will deny me.
You'll say "that's not me."
That reasoning is exactly why
you're exactly like everyone else.

You know the words I speak are true,
and yet,
I know,
you still deny them.
That's okay,
I didn't expect
instantaneous change.

Just remember
these words
when someone says,
"you remind me of [name]."

Pain

This is the second version of my original poem "Pain". This one focuses far more on the last stanza about a girl who was afraid of feeling which caused her to hurt others. 

She never felt a thing
as she thrashed them to and fro.
With her harmful words she shook them,
held her blade against their throat.

Pain is hard,
but it's good to know
that sooner or later
it ought to go.

Physical pain is probably
what came to mind at first.
But as she recalls,
the hardest pain
come from words conversed.

You're Not Perfection

"Don't judge a book by it's cover"
It's something we've all heard before.
Why can't people look past
the dark eyes, pale skin.
Why does no one see me
just because I prefer
different colors, styles.
Get over yourself.
You're no better than me
because your outfit came from a magazine.

Naked Shadow

Not one for the spotlight,

not one for the fame, 

the lime light is on you;

feelings of bursting to flame. 

Like a naked shadow, 

not stuck to the sidelines. 

Not blending in. 

Black against white, 

a feeling of helplessness pulling you in. 

!! This poem will be displayed at the Montpelier Shaw's During the month of April for PoemCity 2014 !!

Oh, You're her Sister

“oh you're her sister?”

everyone says with glee

“I love her”

“she’s great”

“she’s amazing”

She also isn't me

!! This poem will be displayed at Downstairs Video during the month of April for Poem City 2014 !!

Flash

Cameras around,
all of them on her.
Her face,
her hair,
her body,
her legs.
Cameras flash.

Filters.
Flash, flash.
Photo shop.
the 'f's that rule our world,
confined within the rules
created by the chains of society's labels.

Alone

The dark

lurking by the sides

hiding

take me by surprise

Far away

alone

by myself

no judging eyes

or ears of spies

or

family and friends. 

Is alone a good thing? 

Not all the time. 

Is away a good thing? 

Hiding from the light

Names

Names are a noun
defining a person.
So are they instead adjectives?
One's forced upon people,
mandatory, expected.
No choices involved,
not influenced by a personality
something that makes you the same.
But a name is more,
its a link to your past,
to the past.
Beyond the realm of which you've lived in.
Names are nouns,
and adjectives,
and historic facts.
Names are things that define you before you're born,
and that is pretty special.

Pain

why do people bully?

Is elation what they feel?

Why do people feel the need

to make all 'peasants' kneel?

Are they high on the taste

of pain and loss of hope?

Is this their equivalent

of a harmful, deadly dope?

Do they even realize they're the cause

of all this ghastly debris?

Why do people bully?

It's not an answer that I need. 

The times she has experience

in this particular venue, 

what scares her most is that she knows

there are no feelings on the menu. 

She never felt a thing

as she thrashed them to and fro

with her harmful words she shook them

held a blade against their throat. 

Sometimes

Sometimes, 
people aren't who they seem. 
Sometimes, 
you trust some one so much, 
the fall is almost unbearable. 
But sometimes, 
it turns out you didn't even fall. 
Sometimes you have to put yourself out there.
Sometimes that reveals someone for who they really are, 
and sometimes, 
it reveals someone as who they really aren't. 

Sometimes, 
you have to forget about all the sometimeses 
focus on something the definitely isn't a sometimes. 
Sometimes, that's hard. 
Only sometimes, 
it turns out a-okay. 

It's a good thing that all this only happens sometimes. 

Fake

Inside I might be crying,
as I laugh at what you say.
You might not understand
the confidence you take away. 
Outside I might be smiling, 
grinning with all my might. 
But I may go home and sit in bed, 
crying through the night. 
"It's a-okay" could be the words
of someone lost and lonely. 
"I'm great" was never seen to me
as something oh-so phony. 

But it's all fine, they tell you so. 

So don't go home and cry.

Just remember outside

is the layer of all lies. 

Normal

Normal is not just a word, 

its not even a state, 

Normal just so happens to be

a very large place. 

Oh, You’re Her Sister

“oh you're her sister?”

everyone says with glee

“I love her”

“she’s great”

“she’s amazing”

She also isn't me

What Does 'Beauty' Really Mean?

beautiful

people say it means

your personality

yourself

but really, 

in out world,

‘beauty’ is only looks

can the skirts get any shorter,

or the shirts get any tighter?

If the makeup got any heavier

I’d mistake them for porcelain dolls

Why do we care

why do looks rule our world? 

There Is a Time and Place That is Not Now

There is a time

where people can all live in harmony

where skin tone,

gender, 

or sexual orientation 

doesn’t make you any lesser. 

There is a place

where we are all safe

safe from others

safe from people who think they're better.

That is not now. 

That is not here. 

We need to change this

stand united

holding hands

we can raise above this war

where originality can be embraced. 

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My Color

Maybe my color is orange,

as bright as a blazing star.

or perhaps it is yellow,

like gold glittering from afar.

perhaps it is leafy

like an evergreen?

Maybe it is purple,

like a royal queen.

Is my color blue,

darker than the sea,

or red

like a blazing inferno

flaming in the breeze.

Pink

like a flower,

blooming and aglow.

it might be blue-ish like a bird,

more specifically indigo.

Could it be dark,

as black as shadows go?

red,

      or orange,

green,

or blue. 

Indigo,

or violet,

  and purple,

...

why I know what my color is!

Its the whole RAINBOW!

So this was a homework in Creative Writing. I didn't really know how to answer it, because I have many different sides to me. This is how I handled that.