My Ceramic Heart

Poetry,
It captures me
The way I think,
The way I see
That struggled look
Upon your face
Brings me a feeling
Of distaste
I hate to see
You walk away
From all we had
From yesterday
Ceramic pieces
Of my heart
Were once as one,
Shattered appart
Im sorry for
The things I said
Rewind the tape,
Play it again
Our broken record
Plays a song
Of everything
That we did wrong
Youre gone

Silent and Broken, Words Unspoken

When you get what you asked for it's never enough
After you've been crying, crawling for love
And the only thing left to calm your tears
Is thinking of the people with much worse fears
Not afraid to lose loved ones if they're already lost
But so brave to fight, no matter the cost
Because they know there's nothing left for losing
Yet now their lives are for the choosing
To do what they please, they have already let go
There are no emotions left for them to show
They can't leave their past, they can't look away
So they leave their lips with words to say
But what is there to say when you are broken?
So the world is left with words unspoken

Thin Existence

The small spark became
A fury-filled flame
That water could not burn out
Through love and war
To the apple's core
My voice is unheard as I shout
The world closes in
My existence so thin
As I now think of other ways
Ways it could have gone
If there was a life-changing song
I would have sang all of my days

Leaving Scars

To care, or not to care
To stay strong, or to simply collapse
Her heart rots in a hole
Leaving nothing in its place
And the memories she kept
Can never be relived

They say time heals all
But he has left a scar
Her deep pain cannot be lost
But covered by other emotions

She keeps a straight face
But she fights a feeling inside

But she cries for him still
And he may never know
The pain he has caused
Or the hurt that still remains

She tries to move on gradually
But time goes by slowly
And she can never be the same
Because of the scars that take love's place

Shouldn't, Wouldn't, Couldn't

I've hurt so many people
When no one deserves it, not one bit
Not me
Not you
Not anyone

I should've thought before my actions
But admit it, who really does?
Not me
Not you
Not anyone

I apologize for what I have done
But you no reason to accept my apology
Not me
Not you
Not anyone

I also apologize to myself
I shouldn't have, wouldn't have, if I couldn't have
Not me
Not you
Not anyone

So here's my sincere apology
I'm sorry
To me
To you
To everyone

Friends to Stay

As some people leave others come in
But some have always been there through it all
And some people come in and stay there for life
These are the people that catch me when I fall

I'm thankful for theese people who know me and care
We teach each other right from wrong
We go through a lot and we fight how girls do
But it's just building the friendship all along

But some people you let in make you regret it so fast
Before you learn what they are all about
And best friends for life are there to back you up
Those friends you could never doubt

And you couldn't see your life without them in it
To be there when you fall apart
To pick up all the broken pieces
And make it how it should have been from the start

To carry you along and bring you to home
When you seem to have lost your way
These are the friends I'll have forever
Who will always be here to stay

The One To Blame

I'm not afraid of some things anymore
Not afraid as I had been before
You hurt me more than anyone has ever
You broke me, tore me, so I'm scarred forever

I wish you would cry the way I did for you
But you could never love me the way I still do
But losing you is the only thing I fear
And I have told you before, loud and clear

It kills me inside that you'll never say
That you'll always love me in every way
And I cannot believe I let this last
But I don't regret it, or how it ended so fast

I said I'd always love you and to never doubt
As we began to take such different routes
It kills me inside that you'll never say
That you'll always love me
Now who is to blame?

We, The Warrior-Fools

I disguised my past as a bedtime story
Why you ask?
Because there was no glory
I told you of the warrior-fools so many times
But did you ever look past it from a nursery rhyme?

We waited and waited but they never came
Was this a joke or some kind of game?
So we became of these humans and learned to love
Being human, until your recieved your glove

Grant, that fool, changing your minds
Telling you strange things time after time
And maybe soon enough he would make you believe
These things untrue, it would be you he'd decieve

"We are not from here," we told you so clear
As the bottles smashed, making us fear
That you were figuring us out, us warrior-fools
And that your body wasn't yours, but J.J. Pohl's

(based off of a novel, The Dark Side of Nowhere by Neal Shuesterman)

Take Off Your Mask, I'll Tell You How I Feel

You always seem to knock me down
Make me afraid to tell you how I feel
I'm through
I'm done
You say mean things to my face
Then act like it's all okay
I'm through
I'm done
So now I tell you how I feel
Everything I dispise about you
I'm through
I'm done
You think you're so much better than me
But everything is a lie
I'm through
I'm done
When you take off your mask and show the world
Who you really are instead of fake
I'm through
I'm done
But I hope you see it clear now
And that you know exactly how I feel
I'm through
I'm done
With you

Promises Broken, Calls Missed

I listen to your answering machine
"Please leave a message after the beep"
I declare my sincere apology
For braking a promise I could not keep

And I wish I would have known from the start
The deep trouble I was getting into
I hope that now while I'm telling you this
It's my voicemail you are listening to

I had my chance and don't deserve a second one
The first chance's existence had been clear
So I dial your number once again
And lift the phone to my ear

No answer

If Walls Were Alive

If walls could talk what would they say?
Would they tell your secrets?
Would they give you away?

If walls had feelings would they cry?
Would they leave your side
In a blink of an eye?

If walls had feet would they walk away
And leave you there alone?
Would they go off astray?

If walls were alive what would they do?
Would they stay as your structure?
Would they be surrounding you?

If I Could Have Stayed the Same

People grow apart and people choose to leave
But I will absolutely stay the same
And as those people leave other people come in
I will absolutely stay the same

You say you'll be gone but you'll come back someday
But I will absolutely stay the same
And when you come back I'm sure you'll be able to say
That I absolutely stayed the same

And if you changed I won't care if in your heart
Yes, you absolutely stayed the same
But when you came back you were just as I remembered
Yes, you absolutely stayed the same

But what was so different?
I was the one who changed
When you absolutely stayed the same
I blew our relationship, for we had grown apart
Too bad I couldn't have just stayed the same

Through the Predator's Eyes

Through the predator's eyes
He is mighty, I am terribly weak
Through the predator's eyes
I am too cowardly to even speak
Through the predator's eyes
He is undefeated, and never shall be
Through the predator's eyes
I look juicy, tender, ready to eat
Through the predator's eyes
I am just too delicate, too petite
Through the predator's eyes
I am prey
So he lunges on his feet
Through the predator's eyes
I have got away! Yipee!
Through the predator's eyes
I am a waste of precious meat

The Movement of Poetry

Poetry is movement to me.
You can express yourself and show your emotion. You can do almost anything with it. It could be funny, sad, happy, or anything you set your mind to. Your life. Your dreams. Your mind. Your imagination.
You just think, and with a thought you can make a poem so gracious or moving or anything you want it to be.
You can shape it, as if it were clay, and change it to your liking before you complete it, and aprove of it, and love it, and make sure you have fixed mess-ups, and have arranged it corectly, or anything. And you as a poet are the potter, and you create the poetry.
Poetry is your own.
Poetry is movement. And it moves me.
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