Now while I wholly consider myself as a writer, I've never really been a poet. That's not to say that I haven't dabbled in poetry from time to time (no matter how bad it is when I look at it later). So in the spirit of getting my work out there, I thought it would nice to share with you all some poetry I've written. Some are new and others have emerged from the depth of high school. Either way, enjoy :)
1.Opposite Ends of the Library
They’re at opposite ends of the library
A silent greeting passed between the two
She doesn’t know, but he’s watching her
Stealing glances when she’s not looking
Soaking in the way she walk
Swinging her hips from side to side
The way her brow wrinkles when she reads
As if trying to decipher life’s mysteries
And The way her eyes spark with concentration
Every time her friends speak
He’s watching from afar
Just soaking in all that she is
He doesn’t know, but she’s watching him
Stealing glances when he’s not looking
Soaking in the way that he twirls the pen in his hand
As if it’s a skill that’s long been mastered
The way he laughs when his friends crack a joke
As if it’s the funniest thing in the world
And the way his eyes wrinkle
Every time he smiles
She’s watching from afar
Just soaking in all that he is
The bell rings
Secret glances are stolen
Just one last glance
Before each shuffles out
Only to return tomorrow
To steal glances
From opposite ends of the library
2. Oh But How She Melts in His Arms
She is a stubborn mind
Wit as sharp as a knife
Tongue poised to cut and kill
3.I Still Dream of What Those Words Could Be
My friend once told me that she saw me falling in love with a writer.
She told me that she could not picture me with someone
Who just couldn’t understand what words meant to me
How words often took place of the things I could never say
Tongue tied and lost in translation
Because my mouth could never move as fast as my hand
Capturing the words that whiz through my mind
She told me she saw me on my wedding day
All dressed in white
A smile that light would the world
And my eyes red from laughing so hard tears stained the corners
My husband would rise from the table
Giving to me the words trapped in his heart
Until a pen set them free.
4.Even When She Walked Away
She Loved him
But she knew she shouldn’t
He Loved her
But didn’t think he deserved her
They push and pull away
Only to tear down their own walls
Baring the ugly scars
Wrapped around their hearts
She shook mountains
Ready to claw her way to him
And he almost got buried in the rubble
She walks away
Haunted by the damage she’s done
The blood staining her finger tips
Unable to face those she did it all for
Unable to face him
He let her
Unable to deny her the peace she sought
Oh but how he loved her
How he loved her
5.But Maybe That's Exactly What She Should Be
She was heartbroken
Haunted and alone
The blood on her hands
Staining everything red
She became death
Killing friends and foes alike
Yet there he was
A man with the galaxy on his cheeks
A bright star among the sea of red
Careful words and open arms
Welcoming her home
She crept closer
The soil beneath her feet
Decaying with each step she took
She stopped
The smile slipping from his lips
Getting lower and lower
With each step she takes back
A step for a life she took
A heart she broke
a tear she cost
Because maybe
She didn’t deserve a home
Maybe she didn’t get
A happy ending
Maybe she was the villain
Of this story
So she walks away
Aways from his open arms
And begging eyes
Away from the promise of joy
Away from him
She was heart broken
Haunted and lonely
I would like to take a moment to just say that while my poetry tends to lean on the darker side (along with a lot of my writing if I'm being honest here) I'm not actually this depressing in reality. But hey, you know what they say, heartbreak is the inspiration for most artists.
