The fire in your eyes
Cannot compare to stars,
If they aligned they’d be the shape of your arms
Holding he earth’s attention like you hold mine.
The fire in your eyes
Tomorrow I will find a place to hide,
where the creaking doesn’t crack,
where whispers don’t tickle
In order to
taste the sea
first you need
to capture rain.
I wish you were mortal
Because words etched out
On your skin love to talk
for the broken heart.
my eyes still sing.
Once upon a time there was
A story, hand crafted, made-
No one got to read it though.
It was never written.
If I could write a movie about my life,
I’d call it the awkward adventures of me,
all about how that one time I tripped over a flea,
or about that time I spilled my teacher’s coffee.
I’d be a sad little comedy and-
If I was going to be honest,
oh if I must,
I am so very far from grace.
Long pauses while I’m thinking
make me look like a fool,
I’m a liability every time on a stool,
it’s actually a real talent- which makes it kinda cool.
I’ve fallen off a swing backwards,
swearing by my life I did it on purpose,
I may look like I got every thing in control on the surface-
I’m pretty sure my mind thinks I can walk through walls.
Bruises on my arms tell me that
I was just too busy that day,
I’m nervous every time a hot guy walks my way,
because I’m probably going to fall on my face.
I’m not sure if my movie would be a Blockbuster hit
wouldn’t surprise me if I accidentally spelled my name wrong,
in the credits, or the titles of the songs,
I regard it as a plot twist, and move on.
I’m not afraid to laugh at myself if no one else does,
for if you were to walk in my shoes,
you’d step on your laces too,
and walk into doors just the same as I do.
A weed is a plant
It grows every which way
One day it will come,
When grass will darken with shade,
The sun, abandoned.
Breaking down easy,
Breathe but not too much,
or else You will fly away.
When there are no words,
There is no longer power
Between my white teeth.
Blotted skies reflect
on the water, twinkling
Two pictures, perfect.
The hour ticks by
like a frog hopping away
suddenly it’s gone.
As the morning comes
All I want is you with me
All I get is fog.
Gently like a wing,
Take me to the sky!
The sun is above,
Stop what you are doing now,
Watch the clouds leave you.
Let me see in black and white,
So I can find light.
You were up before daylight
Won’t you come inside?
A rock can outlive
The rain and storms and sunshine
I envy the rocks.
Leaves will stay or fall
Let the wind whisper their names
Names are eternal
Run away with me
To where no one else is yet-
Untraveled paths are peace.
Standing in the lines,
How the clock ticks casual,
When is it my turn?
A big silver bird,
flying high above the clouds,
Going nowhere fast.
I never liked coffee though
What’s the price for sleep?
Storms are great wonders,
They make the sun sing after,
and make birds quiet.
A week till concert
Anticipation kills me
Music fills my soul.
If you haven’t been keeping up with me on Twitter then you might not of seen these “micropoems” I’ve been writing. Since it’s Poem in your pocket day today, I’ve decided to put them in one place! I also have Haikus, written down into another post. Enjoy! There will be a “pocket book” coming soon with these and more, and be sure to follow me on twitter! https://twitter.com/Sapphire94
Outside my window,
there are grass, hats,
the air is musky and cheap
if I wave would anyone see me?
the earth, turning,
not knowing where we go,
gravity keeps us down like so,
Is love one big mistake?
Is it something that people fake?
I’ve been told love is kind, unconditional,
is it really that way?
Like a Kite high up against clouds
I try to cut my own string
But then I realize
My wings are just an illusion.
Traffic lights cant stop us
from dreaming of fast cars flying without a care
So do you dare to push
the speed limit with me?
I’ve always wanted to write lyrics,
but like physics,
I’ve yet to get the equation down right.
The lions sleep tonight
but I, in silence
listen to the sirens.
like no one is listening
like no one is dancing
Let’s pretend a slow song
is playing in the background of
this black and white film.
Let’s pretend that soon, there will be a kiss.
I write beyond the margins because
life is monotonous and
things outside the lines are
even more sublime.
how many more can you say,
before I decode the truth, and t
hey take you away?
truth was there the whole time.
It must be like the waves crashing
when you feel a kiss,
or maybe it feels like the
stars are watching over you.
All these emotions,
I can’t explain how,
I think I’m falling
I feel like I’m flying to the clouds.
What is beauty?
is it sparkles and glitter?
is it the way you smile at me
or Is it just another word?
I’m leaving today
but don’t pack my bags
fill my mind with tales of glory
tell me that I have potential for my story.
I do like a good story but tell me
when was the last time
you held a person’s hand
just to hold onto yourself?
Lets pretend to be lovers,
scare away the beasts,
for they hate smiles and things,
or everything sweet.
The wish to rule the world only comes
to those who have seen the earth
fall with rubble under their feet.
I miss that California Coast Line
as much as I miss care free days
Heaven cannot compare to the salty fresh,
nip at your-toes air.
hitting the waves and relaxing my bones,
brightening my day enough, so
I can’t seem to find the tears on the page.
Differing tiles cannot be put together
side by side, Just like we-
Can’t see eye to eye.
Note: This article is from a response to the question: “Is there even such a thing as unconditional love at all? What are we talking about when we use this word? Is it possible to love another strictly for their own sake?” written for my philosophy and religion class.
Here’s my response:
In Plato’s model of reality, the more you have a principal thinking about something the more you have increasing knowledge and reality of it. Hinduism thinks about this in the same general way, and it’s all about the spiritual side of things. However, in everyday life the word “love” is much too over used and I agree that we don’t all use “love” in an unconditional and accepting sense, which the Hindu’s call “Agape.” Rather, we only believe that we do and want to love someone, because that means that we have someone in possessive terms. The phrase, “Come back to me, I love you!” in movies is often used when the other character wants his “lover” to come and forgive him so they could be all lovey-dovey again and the person wouldn’t go off with some other guy/girl. Because humans are social creatures, we feel important and appreciated when we have a significant other even when there is no mutual support. For example, a friend of mine is in a very bad relationship- the man keeps lying to her as he keeps talking to other girls, and it’s just overall trouble. They get in arguments, no one is happy and they are definitely not on the same level in life. However, she keeps coming back to him and its obvious they are both unhappy. They are very good pretending everything is perfect when they are together and kissing. Why?
Love is fun and my friend is still attracted to him even though she may not have the same feelings about him as a person as she did when they first got together. If my friend and her boyfriend loved unconditionally, flaws wouldn’t matter and the man wouldn’t have even tried to be around other girls- or at least not in a romantic sense. He defiantly wouldn’t have lied about it. According to Plato’s model, my friend and her boyfriend could be categorized as both having too much imagination. In my opinion, loving conditionally is fake love- something that people use to manipulate others to get something for themselves. It can also be used as a desperate thing- something that people really want and rush into, only to be hurt and used for. In reality, like Hinduism and Plato suggests, love is not about us in particular. Usually, we only “like” the person- we like their attributes, their jokes, their looks, but this isn’t love at all.
Reo Speedwagon sings in “Keep On Loving You”- “And I meant every word I said as I said that I love you I meant that I love you forever.” While it’s about his wife cheating on him, you could say he was talking about unconditional love- he was going to keep on loving her forever even if he knew “about those men.” I still get the sense, though, that maybe it hadn’t been a good relationship anyways. If he had shown perfect unconditional love, then the woman would’ve gotten what she wanted (love) and wouldn’t have needed to see other men. If he realized he truly loved her after she left, then that’s not love at all either- he’d be just moping cause he lost.
I do believe unconditional love is possible, and there is such a thing around. It is extremely rare. A good example of unconditional love is between parents and their kids- there is nothing that can end that kind of love. Like any family setting, drama happens and everyone eventually screws up, but I doubt there is anything to stop a parent’s love, for it’s natural to them. Even when the child says “I hate you.” there is still a part of them that loves them, and they don’t actually mean it even when the parents are cut off. This is mostly where Christianity gets their unconditional love- accepting the Father and the symbol of His love is his son Jesus. However, in everyday life in relationships and marriages, this is not the case. It might be unconditional love if a marriage has lasted over 50 years- or else why would they stay together for that long?
While the media usually messes up the image of “Unconditional love” the 1990 film Ghost captured just a taste of it when Patrick Swayze’s character Sam refused to say “I love you” to Demi Moore’s character Molly because he wanted it to be “real”. It wasn’t until the end of the film when he realized it really was real, but he was already dead. Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet is referenced as young love, but as they kill themselves you just get the hint that humans are simply searching for the wrong thing most of the time. “Love” isn’t love until it’s mutual, and extremely unconditional. In this age, we are all used to getting what we want immediately but out of the family/relative circle, love takes an incredible amount of time and patience to know the truth. Fairytales like Cinderella and Repunzal aren’t real, and there is no such thing as “love at first sight.” You are sure to be left on the couch with a bucket of chocolate ice cream that way.
What are you looking for,
among words? Tore off corners,
among scratched ink, answers,
Are you searching for me?
What are you looking for among words?
The wave hello, the stapled goodbye,
Smudged words that seem to cry,
Why do you stare at me so long?
While I don’t much like boy bands
I’m sure to follow backstreet boys Instagram
Documenting everything I see as if my life
was everything gold.
My life is not complete
without a Starbucks gold card
What’s a day without sushi?
I can’t even….
Burns come a dime a dozen
but I was born lucky,
because I sun tan like a pro
when I’m not even trying.
Beer, trucks and cheating aren’t
in my values or morals,
but a car ride isn’t a car ride
if that blue jeans song isn’t blasting out the window.
I have five pairs of leggings,
but I can never find them,
I have comfortable lazy day yoga pants,
It’s a bonus when I accidentally on purpose look hot in them.
I haven’t been productive if I haven’t
posted to Tumblr, Snapchat or watched
mean girls and Pretty Little Liars on Netflix
and I can’t forget to take a selfie while I’m shopping.
I’ve seen every Keeping Up With The Kardasians episode
can you believe what just happened?
and my social life is perfect
because parties make me feel alive.
since when does everyone think
that my daddy buys me everything?
I’ve spent less time looking at cute cats
and more time spent trying to be “beauty”
more time ashamed of my skin
because everyone keeps holding me to what my ancestors did.
I am addicted to hashtags
but don’t call me racist
because I am a girl and I’m snapped at too.
You’re blond girl.
so you’re shallow and have nothing to say
Why are you talking to me?
Why are we judged by our looks?
Anti-racism is a curious thing,
because we blame each other -
and nothing has ever been fixed.
It’s a funny thing cause I’m not the typical
white girl, and I don’t own leggings, I hate parties
and I’m broke as hell and I don’t like coffee
Well…everything else is somewhat true.
Everyone has it bad everywhere,
just in different ways,
a white man may get stopped less than a black man,
but he still didn’t get the job because of that tattoo.
While I’m not as exotic as I liked to be,
I think I turned out pretty okay,
I actually love when I’m surrounded by different cultures,
let’s all take a picture so I can update my instagram! #yolo #end
Note: wrote this some a couple months back, but wanted to share it with all of you!
Tell me about the girl who loved the moon?
Did she glance up to space now and again,did she smile
at his brightness before the clouds covered it?
Did the moon love her too or was he just using her eyes,
liking the attention but ignoring her attempts to make him love her?
Because we all want the girl and the moon to eventually
end up together hand in hand, eyes locked on.
We forget the girl is the sun, cursed to only come
out when the moon isn’t around. They never meet, or maybe they never had.
Maybe the girl only loves the moon because
he has qualities she likes about him, his imperfections
like the craters or the fact that
he always has the attention of the other stars?
She doesn’t in fact realize that she is just too hot and
never gets visits, and she burns everyone who even thinks about coming close.
We also forget the earth, who doesn’t need anything yet gets the whole universe.
The earth gets both the sun and the moon, one in the day and one at night.
Is the earth considered a tramp then?
Or is she just a victim of the situation,
unknowing of the power of her beauty that even the sun cannot deny. The sun even makes her beauty shine even more with vibrant colors on the earth’s ground!
Or is it the other way around.
Does the girl burn the earth, turning her trees to ash and drying lakes,
trying to scare the moon away so it won’t go near Earth at night?
Is the girl burning with jealously?
Maybe the moon likes neither of them.
Maybe the girl is too hot and the Earth too selfish, and rather he looks to the stars.He rotates around the earth only because
he is stuck in the same routine, dreaming of more and staring at galaxies above.
He is empty and dark- and has scars from meteors hitting him yet he still hopes for the future. Maybe he’s not even hoping for another star- maybe a moon.
A moon like himself that will latch on to him and make him feel less alone. So don’t tell me about the girl that loved the moon, tell me about how she moved on.