Two

Names, names, names.
All of the names I know,
But his is all I think about,
All that breezes from my lips.

What's in a name?
Does it complete your identity
Or define it?

To complete it would that it
Is simply letters that lace your limbs and soul together.
To define it would mean that it
Is the core of your whole being-
What makes your first impression
Through metaphors and synonyms prior to
Any real impression at all.

He has the name that
Completes my identity.

I wish he knew mine.

What Makes Me Beautiful

My hair is an illusion,

My eyes are the sun and the moon,

My words are gusts of wind,

My tears are the rain,

My smiles are the flowers,

My past is the winding roads,

My state of vulnerability lies
In the skyscrapers,

My laughter is your favourite song,

My mouth is the ocean,

My fingers are the trees,

My legs are the animals,

My future is the fields,
The big, blank fields,

My memories are the art galleries,

My secrets are the newspapers,

My name is the sunset,

My heart is yours.

Walrus Love

Laughter is universal.
If one can laugh,
One can communicate in
Every language possible.

Laughter is music.
If one can laugh,
One can sing and string together
Every note possible.

Laughter is beauty.
If one can laugh,
One can be and appreciate
Every beauty possible.

See What You've Settled For

So he wrote me a song,
And I loved it!

But when he said I was pretty,
He must've been writing to a
Fashion magazine's front cover star.

And when he said he liked my smile,
He must've been trying to serenade
The new Miss America.

Even when he said that he loved me,
I know for a fact
He sung those lines
His absolute loudest
All For Her.

Senses

How could a girl
Who could see the look in his eyes
Ever be so stupidly blind?

How could a girl
Who’s listened to all her friend’s advice
Be so ignorant to every single word of his?

How could a girl
Who’s felt slap-stings on her cheeks
Not feel the pain of her not-so-secret admirer?

How could a girl
Who’s been forced to swallow her blood,
Always swallow her words around him?

How could a girl
Whose favourite scent is love
Disregard that very aroma that was constantly around him?

How could a girl
Who knows the right thing to do,

Always.

Walk.

Away.

To Her:

Sad, lonely, by myself,
You’ve forced me to be this way,
Spreading rumours, telling lies,
Thinking I’d somehow be okay.

I hope, at least, you’re okay,
I hope you don’t feel bad,
For no, my tears are not your fault,
And no, why would I be mad?!

My life is only ruined,
And the world only hates me,
This will only haunt me forever,
I know I’ll never be free.

Oh, my dear, the nerve you have,
To yell back in my face,
The way you tried to state your case,
Was nothing short of disgrace.

Then karma got you back,
And you couldn’t deal with that,
You couldn’t be the only one,
You stupid fucking brat.

You brought me down with you,
And now my life is done,
No one will believe my side,
Your lies can’t be undone.

Do you know what’s thought of me?
Have you heard what they’ve said?
Innocent was there before.
But now, slut is there instead.

Your blown up stories are wrong,
But I hope your lies suffice,
It may’ve worked out for you,
But for me, it’s cost a price.

So I’ll just cry all alone,
But act all perfect and bright.
Trying to prove to everyone
The only truth that’s right.

[Telling an ignorant truth is telling a lie]

Stages

The girls in my world are like raindrops. They drop from the sky in one, gray uniform. There are millions of them, millions of carbon copies of each other. They start high in the sky, where other people wish they could jump up to. But they fall. They drop from the sky, lower and lower, until they crash to the ground. They divide themselves into bland groups of muddy puddles. They may feel more powerful, banding together to create one, giant body. But they’re still below the people who were once below them, jumping their hardest to be amongst them. They seem to think they’re still high in the sky, as they lay, flat and gray, in the ordinary sidewalks.

I like to think of myself as a rainbow. Once left behind by the rest, I was nothing but a small, lonely water particle. But I soon find some others like myself; others that were left behind. We group together in understanding and love. The sun gives us its blessing as it envelopes us in a bright, warm hug. All on earth look up to see us. They admire our beauty as we let out true colours shine through. We’re high in the sky, and inviting everyone to come. To come and share in the sun’s blessing. Soaring with the clouds, we feel alive up here. We can be ourselves up here.

In my world, you can crash to the ground or soar with the clouds.
In my world, it’s considered weird to choose to soar.

Let me hear you call me weird.

Happy Family Day!

It’s sad that today, most children need a designated holiday to be able to get to play a board game with their parents.