The Poetry Marathon

Boy on the Bus

I saw her last week,

Taking the same bus as me,

I have my head phones on,

Music playing.

 

Do I say anything?

I probably shouldn’t.

She’d probably think I am some kind of freak.

 

But then again,

She does look smart,

She’s always so busy reading.

 

She is looking down at her notes,

With her hair falling against her hazel cheeks,

The crack of sunlight falls perfectly against her skin.

I don’t even think she has any makeup on.

My gaze can’t help but to fall on her.

 

Damn it!

 

I look away immediately.

I think she saw me looking.

 

I look again,

I see her big brown eyes looking at me,

She has the longest natural lashes I have ever seen,

She smirks at me and goes back to her notes.

 

Okay just play it cool,

Act like you didn’t notice that beautiful smile of hers.

 

Check your phone.

Change this song.

Look at the driver.

 

Do anything to stop you from showing her how you truly feel.

 

Why do I do this?

She’s just a girl.

I can talk to her if I want to.

 

No.

 

She’s seems out of my league,

I just want to enjoy this moment in time right now.

I just want to see her smirk again.

 

Oh no…

She pulled the cord.

It’s her stop.

She’s leaving.

Should I do something?

 

She looks again.

Smiles at me and walks out.

It wasn’t even a smirk this time!

It was a ten watt smile!

 

But I’m way too late,

I guess I will have to wait…

Maybe she’ll come on this bus again some day?

 

The driver is ready to close the doors,

But then a few people come running in at the last second.

 

I run out the back door!

I don’t know what comes over me.

I think I lost her in the crowd.

I’m looking all around…

 

I turn back to the bus stop,

It feels like a walk of shame.

I could’ve spoken to her.

Maybe we would’ve had a connection.

 

I’m looking at the floor,

Shoulders shrugged,

Looking down,

Kicking the pebbles I see.

I guess I gave it a shot.

 

Then I look over at the bench,

And there she is.

So this conversation finally begins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At The End

In my life I sought to dream
Some made me happy
Others made me scream
But now I’m ready for the eternal sleep
The perfect destination for me, it would seem

What Is This Feeling?

She proposed
I accepted

We wanted to
Wait until graduation
To get married

I was willing to
Settle down with her
The girl I loved
Give up my future

But something ate inside me
That filled me with fear
Could this be cold feet
Was I having second thoughts
But I loved this girl

Perfect love casts out all fear

Hitting On Miss Anthrope

Ah, how I love the things I love
I love the things I love in case you could not notice
I’m totally in love with some one or thing
This lovely love makes me feel all lovey when I see what I love
I…
Alright
You got me
I hate all of you

What you Truly Want

What happens when what you truly want comes your way

Do you feel for the life that you should have had

Or do you think of the things that should have been

Do you sit and think of what would have been in a life that was changed

Why do you question what could have been after the choice was made

Choices are things that make you the person who you will become

The things that you meet head on are the things you are meant to meet

The world does not chose for you

Your life is a choice that you make

You can be that one person that is the saddest and regrets all that was done

Or you can accept the choices that  you made and continue to move forward

Continue on your path and do what you can to make your best choices

Remember that when you truly get what you want it’s not always what you truly wanted

A Poe’s Poet

Poe purchases a purple curtain
On dull, dark, and soundless days
Why Ravens rap at his chamber door,
No one is ever certain

The Man he Was.

Its hard to look at him

knowing he’s a shell,

The man he used to be

I always loved him well.

Somewhere deep inside

There are things he can see

Annie, he once called

He was expecting me.

Time is running out

Some days he gets worse,

Mom has had it rough

Not sure how she copes.

Cruel it all may seem

My tears that often fall

But he’s still my dad

I love him most of all.

 

For a Wish

A wish for that which has been long gone and forgotten

A time and hope that held the one thing that had been a want and not a need

The forgotten world that is remembered on a whim

The memory of a dream that had once held the hope of the unbroken

A simple wish said as the head lays on a pillow

Will the dream come true and the hope that something new is coming

The thought that things would happen in the simplest way

An unknown with a small look and a simple smile

What becomes of a simple dream when the world changes the hope

When did the wish change, the hope fade and faith become thin

Why did the world change so much of a simple dream

The smile fades and the world continues to grow

And without knowing the dream becomes something more

A forgotten wish becomes a new glow in the dark

The wish was never forgotten just placed to the side as the world began to turn

The words of the wish are whispered in a silent night and remembered time

Let the wish of that dream become a shooting star that will never be forgotten

See it shine in the night when the night seems the darkest

The faith and hope of the wish shines bright

The Mystery of Life I’m Not Working to Discover

They just didn’t know it.

They envisioned their career being the most important part of their lives.

They never bothered to look for love.

 

It just fell into their hard working laps.

 

When they understood each other,

When they realized that both of them would better the other,

When they discovered the mysterious world of “Love,”

 

They understood that life is more than a paycheck.

 

One of the mysteries of life?

Unlocked with a graze of their lips.

 

 

She

He shackled her legs

as she started her day,

Already confused

She’s far from okay.

Frightened and hurt

and made an exhibit,

Lost and confused

but no one can visit.

Wronged and demeaned

She now wants to die,

Lower than dirt

and now they know why.

She did what they asked

it wasn’t enough,

They probed on her psyche

and she had it rough.

They wrecked her frail mind

She cried every minute

the power they had

to just crush her spirit.