If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown 6:43 PM
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The Moment After



The moment after
when the curtain closes for the last time
the last bow has been taken
the last line has been sung
and there are only the echos of that claps that once filled the room
you look around at these people that have become your family
those you thought you couldn't spend another moment with
and you realize that you want
just one more performance
just one more encore
and you could sleep well
you look at their faces and find the same thoughts in their eyes
this thing that controlled you life
is gone
You are free and yet tied to it at the same time
the moment after
all that's left is the show-tune
that plays through your brain
its over
the curtains are closed



Listen to this- Limbeck- In ohio on some steps




Make a wish xo 11:50 PM
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I promise that there is always someone out there who sees you for how beautiful you really are.xo

The Dandelion

A nothing
simple and yellow
regular
regarded as a weed
a nobody in a sea of familiarity.
Somehow
this burst of yellow
transforms
into a breath full
of wishes
picked instead of pulled
so careful not to lose a single strand
in fear that it could have been the one
that would have made his dreams 
come true.
The dandelion
no longer ignored
carries dreams up to God
in a breeze fit for a rose.



Listen to- Valencia- From the moment I wake up

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. ~David Carradine 11:30 PM
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There were many times in my life where I was a chameleon. I have always been an expert at knowing exactly what other people need and being it... especially for a boy. 9 times out of 10 it ended in tears and i was more confused about who i was than ever. So what's the lesson? Be yourself, always. I promise you will love yourself more in the end. xo

Act Natural


Act natural 
the words that guarantee 
that you'll be something you're not
together on a stage
you play the person they all want you to be


But a play
built on false feelings
false smiles
false beliefs
can only last so long


Sooner or later the natural will creep in
little by little
line by line
and tear apart your act


that's when the truth
covered loosely in with lines
is discovered


and it's the truth
that may leave you unaccompanied


A play, turned soliloquy





Listen to - Ingrid Michealson -  Breakable


Is love always enough? 7:58 PM
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I promised I wouldn't tell you so much about myself that you wouldn't be able to mold my poems into your own, but i don't think it will do any harm to inform you that I have a bit of a Messiah Complex. In other words, I want to save the world. Scratch that - I feel the NEED  to save the world. Many of you may feel the same, but girls let me tell you, someday you will run into something or someone that you will want so desperately to change for the better and you will run into a wall. DON'T LET IT HARDEN YOU. It's okay not to be able to fix it all by yourself, that's a lesson I've learned the hard way. Sometimes you just have to wait until they are ready to help themselves too. No matter what, stay passionate and loving - the world needs more people like you.xo


Run

So run
leave the faint odors of nicotine and rum
to twist in the tense air behind you
run away from this life that compressed you
making you smaller than you should have become
run
run to the safety of a false reality
let it hold your hands
cradle you
let it supply you with it's passing strength
as it tells you everything you want to hear
You Run
Run to your sinless room
you sit in silence
letting thick smoke curl around you
letting it fill your lungs with charcoal comfort
keeping an eye all the while
on the doors that you've slammed shut
checking to make sure the
 "Do not disturb signs" that you've hung
Haven't slipped from their place.
In your mind
you have every right
to leave us all behind
so run





Discover music - Rob Blackledge - Broadway

The sun is setting.. 6:33 PM
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I was in the back seat of a car in december when i saw the most beautiful sunset reflecting in the giant windows of a building close to my school. I wrote this poem in my head that night...





Aren't Sunsets Supposed to Bring Closure?xo




The sun is setting
red-orange bouncing off the windows and road
some song about us
or what i thought was us is playing
I turn it up and listen to the words
it's as if I'm listening to a memory
that's only half true
somewhere in the chorus 
i stop seeing the road
the way you read without seeing the words
when did something I went so long without 
become a necessity?
Turn signals flash, corners are turned,
and yet somehow i drive
but I'm not there
I'm lost somewhere in verse three
with the promises and memories
I faintly hear the song end
and the announcers says something about a new song
but I just turn it off
not wanting one more thing to associate with you
the sun still setting
I break the silence
with a s hollow sounding verse three
and as the red orange bounces off my windows
I don't need you any less...



Listen to this - Goo Goo Dolls - Acoustic No. 3

Discover Poetry. 6:19 PM
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A breath of fresh air <3

This isn't my poem, but it's one of my favorites of all time. I sometimes read it out loud to myself in my room. The words are warm in my throat and yet they bounce of my tongue with an edge of ice. It's beautiful and yet sad. I imagine an older woman watching a child dancing in the waves, so innocent and free. And she must look back on her life and wish she had grasped on to her innocence just a moment longer. She knows so much yet she knows its of no use to warn the young girl, she has to make the mistakes herself. She lets the girl be innocent and full of hope for the world for as long as she can. Don't be in a hurry to grow up. Stay young and innocent at heart - don't let life harden you. xo

To a child dancing in the wind


DANCE there upon the shore
what need have you to care
for wind or water's roar?
And tumble out our hair
that the salt drops have wet:
Being young you have not known
the fool's triumph, nor yet
love lost as soon as won,
nor the best laborer dead
and all the sheaves to bind.
What need have you to dread
the monstrous crying of the wind? 


Has no one said those daring
kind eyes should be more learn'd?
Or warned you how despairing
the moths are when they are burned,
I could have warned you, but you are young
so we speak in a different tongue.

O you will take whatever's offered
and dream that all the worlds a friend,
suffer as your mother suffered,
be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young
and i speak a barbarous tongue

-John Donne



 Listen to this - Eliza Gilkyson - Coast

Watching him change 4:19 PM
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I changed one word in this poem as i typed it up today... the word It was changed to I. I realized now that as much as I detested the idea of trying to  mold the one you love into something that resembles your idea of perfection, i have done it as well. It just hurts more when the changes pull a person you love and respect further and further away from how you once saw them. Girls, love yourself enough not to change for a boyfriend, but KNOW that you shouldn't try to change him too much either. He's not a toy... you better hope he doesn't snap out of the trance he's in and treat your heart like one. xo



To Change Him


she pressed the cup to his lips
forcing poison to slide past his tongue
down his throat
to his soul
where it would meet with 
all she didn't want him to be

He drank eagerly
hoping to transform 
into "the one"

the poison reached his soul
-dri
      pp
          ing
Change-
I cried out for him
but he was gone
lost in her pleased smile




 
Listen to -Trespassers William -What could I say


POEM ONE. 3:11 PM
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This is hard for me to make myself so vulnerable by posting little pieces of my heart on here..  Please be gentle with me, some of these poems that I'm posting are sitting on wounds that have only now begun to heal. I just want to put these out there so that if other girls need something to cling onto as a way to represent how they feel they will be able to. I can only hope that some of you are inspired to trust your words to convey your soul as well. Deep Breaths.... Here i Go. xo

Crossing Phone Lines

The sky bleeds charcoal 
as your voice soaks my ear
I whisper secrets to a friend that I can't see
believing in the promises of the faceless
trusting that you'll make it all okay-
that you'll hold the ladder steady
but as the sun comes up your empty words scatter like shadows on the lawn
and I dangle helplessly
knowing that if forced to make a choice
you'd leave me scrambling for the exit


And here it comes
another attempt to begin an ending
another desperate plea that escapes my lips
but somehow this feels like your last try
the last attack from the conflicted

The rug pulled out from under me
I hit the ground
and strain for your hand
the one that always had enough room for me
but it's gone
dialing another number
stealing back the promises 
and giving them to her


the darkness lifts
revealing tears
I said I'd never shed for you
and as they cary me off to a restless sleep 
I clutch the phone in my hand
listening for the call 
deep down


I knew would never come




Discover music (My other coping mechanism) Listen to Meiko - Boys with Girlfriends

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