She dozed off to visions of the sea
A sea in space, transcending time
She swooped in and saved me
A kindred soul looking for its kind
She was the Watson to my Holmes
A heroine armed with a teddy bear
We found our own world to roam
We saved each other there
She questioned herself for years
She found herself and fought
I pushed down all my fears
We found what we always sought
So her spirit, dazed and wild
Found mine, cold and hard
Fate on that day smiled
Then broke us from the start
Monday 30 June 2014
Swim Meet
If any of you were wondering why I haven't posted in the past few days, it's because I had a swim meet and I was too tired to do anything like write poems or post things. I'd tell you about the swim meet, except a lot of it is far too personal for me to want to share on here. Though, a few things of notice about my team:
1. The gay tendencies are freaking unreal. No one's actually gay, but looking at them...well, I won't go into it, but most of the people on my team can back it up. That's not just brotherly affection there, or, as my friend would put it: "The 'b' is falling off of 'bromance' there, guys." This little gem even happened:
Z: Hey, couldn't <K> and <T> be gay?
K: <looks up, looks at T> Yeah, probably.
2. We're exceptionally close as a team, especially as swimming is mostly an individual sport.
3. We have far too many pranksters or the equivalent thereof.
4. Our team is actually pretty talented. Especially considering we were going up college teams and 2 Olympians.
5. Apparently liking science and reading a textbook at a meet is Not Socially Acceptable and WILL result in your textbook being confiscated and read out loud. Except no one will understand and then your book will disappear into the annals of...somewhere.
6. Everyone is really touchy feely all the time. If I could have a dollar for every time someone used me as a pillow, chair, bed, footrest, etc., I'd have a grand by now.
7. Music tastes=awful.
8. Other teams have a bad habit of getting between our friendly fights. Do not ever get between our fights. Someone (or something) always ends up getting hurt.
9. If my glasses fall to the bottom of the diving well (that's 16 feet deep), I hold B solely responsible and he will fetch them for me.
10. There is no such thing as "too much".
I'll post a poem later today. For right now, though, I think this is it.
1. The gay tendencies are freaking unreal. No one's actually gay, but looking at them...well, I won't go into it, but most of the people on my team can back it up. That's not just brotherly affection there, or, as my friend would put it: "The 'b' is falling off of 'bromance' there, guys." This little gem even happened:
Z: Hey, couldn't <K> and <T> be gay?
K: <looks up, looks at T> Yeah, probably.
2. We're exceptionally close as a team, especially as swimming is mostly an individual sport.
3. We have far too many pranksters or the equivalent thereof.
4. Our team is actually pretty talented. Especially considering we were going up college teams and 2 Olympians.
5. Apparently liking science and reading a textbook at a meet is Not Socially Acceptable and WILL result in your textbook being confiscated and read out loud. Except no one will understand and then your book will disappear into the annals of...somewhere.
6. Everyone is really touchy feely all the time. If I could have a dollar for every time someone used me as a pillow, chair, bed, footrest, etc., I'd have a grand by now.
7. Music tastes=awful.
8. Other teams have a bad habit of getting between our friendly fights. Do not ever get between our fights. Someone (or something) always ends up getting hurt.
9. If my glasses fall to the bottom of the diving well (that's 16 feet deep), I hold B solely responsible and he will fetch them for me.
10. There is no such thing as "too much".
I'll post a poem later today. For right now, though, I think this is it.
Thursday 26 June 2014
The Magnet Boy
Not a scientist, not a musician
A pack rat, needing his hoard
His magnets alongside his trombone
His trombone alongside a binder
The salty sweet taste of effort
One he's hardly ever known
A note of music for his troubles
Blown away on winds he doesn't know
A magnet, polar ends, polar strengths
So we cautiously stand by each other
Attracting, repulsing, pushing, pulling
A trombone and flute breaching our defense
A pack rat, needing his hoard
His magnets alongside his trombone
His trombone alongside a binder
The salty sweet taste of effort
One he's hardly ever known
A note of music for his troubles
Blown away on winds he doesn't know
A magnet, polar ends, polar strengths
So we cautiously stand by each other
Attracting, repulsing, pushing, pulling
A trombone and flute breaching our defense
Monday 23 June 2014
The Girl Who Lost Her Soul
She lost her will three years ago
When her muscles tore and bones tightened
She lost the thing she loved the most
She couldn't swim anymore.
She broke her heart two years ago
When she loved a boy with golden eyes
He never looked twice at her
She gave up on him.
She left her home one year ago
When she broke away from her parents
It was a choice she had to make
She missed her life.
Now she's held together by threads
Threads she weaves and strengthens
She's lost herself this time around
But she'll find the light again.
When her muscles tore and bones tightened
She lost the thing she loved the most
She couldn't swim anymore.
She broke her heart two years ago
When she loved a boy with golden eyes
He never looked twice at her
She gave up on him.
She left her home one year ago
When she broke away from her parents
It was a choice she had to make
She missed her life.
Now she's held together by threads
Threads she weaves and strengthens
She's lost herself this time around
But she'll find the light again.
Sunday 22 June 2014
The Boy With the Golden Eyes
The easiest way to describe him: gold
Eyes like the rising sun, curls like grape vines
Laughter, smiles, jokes on his lips
Smirk and a grin, waving away
Jumping, twisting, splashing in water
Diving, swimming, kicking away
Tackles and hugs, running around
Just a chant and a hand signal off
The lazy grins when he says hello
Boundless energy, fooling around
Laughs at life, warmth and pride
Right inside his golden eyes
Eyes like the rising sun, curls like grape vines
Laughter, smiles, jokes on his lips
Smirk and a grin, waving away
Jumping, twisting, splashing in water
Diving, swimming, kicking away
Tackles and hugs, running around
Just a chant and a hand signal off
The lazy grins when he says hello
Boundless energy, fooling around
Laughs at life, warmth and pride
Right inside his golden eyes
Saturday 21 June 2014
The Girl With Five Loves
She loves her sisters
Two of them, jewels to her
She takes them under her wing
Protecting, teaching, loving
One, two.
She loves him, that boy
Worried she's messed up
Her best friend and worst enemy
He understands her, hurts her
Three.
She loves her friends
These are the ones that stay
They question how, not why
They are her companions
Four.
She loves the mask she dons
Hiding everything behind it
That funny, careless, flirty mask
Covering a soul of shadows
Five.
Two of them, jewels to her
She takes them under her wing
Protecting, teaching, loving
One, two.
She loves him, that boy
Worried she's messed up
Her best friend and worst enemy
He understands her, hurts her
Three.
She loves her friends
These are the ones that stay
They question how, not why
They are her companions
Four.
She loves the mask she dons
Hiding everything behind it
That funny, careless, flirty mask
Covering a soul of shadows
Five.
Friday 20 June 2014
The Mindless Boy
He dreams of walking the stars
Running through the universe
He dreams of Einstein and Aristotle
Being better than them all
He dreams of intelligence
Smarter than everyone else
He dreams of creativity
Taking down the world
He thinks he's too good for anyone else
But not good enough for himself
His friends are few, loves are fewer
But they stand by him still
He dreams of the skies and seeking its secrets
He sleeps to the lullabies of the heavens
He sees the turn of the universe
Feels its beat beneath him, thudding
And he can only dream more
Running through the universe
He dreams of Einstein and Aristotle
Being better than them all
He dreams of intelligence
Smarter than everyone else
He dreams of creativity
Taking down the world
He thinks he's too good for anyone else
But not good enough for himself
His friends are few, loves are fewer
But they stand by him still
He dreams of the skies and seeking its secrets
He sleeps to the lullabies of the heavens
He sees the turn of the universe
Feels its beat beneath him, thudding
And he can only dream more
People
So I've realised that I come across to a lot of people as demeaning, rude, or simply arrogant. What people may not realise is that all of you who think of me like that come off like that to me too. There are people out there I simply cannot stand--self congratulatory, stuck up, taking advantage of others, dishonest, or just rub me the wrong way. You know, those people that make cruel jokes and imply that they're better than everyone else, or something of the equivalent.
Let's make one thing very clear. I have faults; in fact, I probably have the most faults out of anyone I know. But one thing I am proud of--I am honest with people. If you irritate, anger, or annoy me, I will let you know and I will expect you to do something about it. You know, you can keep bothering me even more, or you can ignore me and stay away from me, or you can try to make yourself less irritating. It doesn't matter to me. But I expect people to know what I think of them so there are no miscommunications.
To be fair, it takes a lot for me to get properly angry at someone, though that doesn't mean I'm not angry a lot. All it means is that you have to do something really bad to really get me mad. I can get rankled, irritated, and annoyed, but getting angry? That's not me. When I get angry, I break people's noses. Or bones. Whichever one comes into contact first.
But this is the kind of person that irritates me above all else and has the highest chance of making me angry: the people who think they're better than everyone else or imply that they are. It's one thing to realise your abilities and what you can do, but it's another to take those skills and abilities and assume that you outrank everyone else. What right do you have to say that you are better? Does that mean you have more of a right to life or deserve special treatment? The extremists, people who not only think or imply they are better, but actually act upon those thoughts--they are the worst.
Yeah, had to get that out today. Another Notebook of People poem coming out in about...five minutes. See you all then!
Let's make one thing very clear. I have faults; in fact, I probably have the most faults out of anyone I know. But one thing I am proud of--I am honest with people. If you irritate, anger, or annoy me, I will let you know and I will expect you to do something about it. You know, you can keep bothering me even more, or you can ignore me and stay away from me, or you can try to make yourself less irritating. It doesn't matter to me. But I expect people to know what I think of them so there are no miscommunications.
To be fair, it takes a lot for me to get properly angry at someone, though that doesn't mean I'm not angry a lot. All it means is that you have to do something really bad to really get me mad. I can get rankled, irritated, and annoyed, but getting angry? That's not me. When I get angry, I break people's noses. Or bones. Whichever one comes into contact first.
But this is the kind of person that irritates me above all else and has the highest chance of making me angry: the people who think they're better than everyone else or imply that they are. It's one thing to realise your abilities and what you can do, but it's another to take those skills and abilities and assume that you outrank everyone else. What right do you have to say that you are better? Does that mean you have more of a right to life or deserve special treatment? The extremists, people who not only think or imply they are better, but actually act upon those thoughts--they are the worst.
Yeah, had to get that out today. Another Notebook of People poem coming out in about...five minutes. See you all then!
Thursday 19 June 2014
The Boy With the Heart of Gold
Understanding, kind, helpful
Those are the first
Smart, compassionate, thoughtful
Those are the second
He's the boy with his head in the clouds
His feet planted firmly in the earth
With laughter on his tongue
Sharp wit in his mind
He's the one to run to
He's the safe one, the careful and tried
The one whose twin hands are both tied
By the stars, the earth, a girl, his friends
He thinks the beginning, or perhaps the end?
He's the one who knows others
And he's the one to save them all.
Those are the first
Smart, compassionate, thoughtful
Those are the second
He's the boy with his head in the clouds
His feet planted firmly in the earth
With laughter on his tongue
Sharp wit in his mind
He's the one to run to
He's the safe one, the careful and tried
The one whose twin hands are both tied
By the stars, the earth, a girl, his friends
He thinks the beginning, or perhaps the end?
He's the one who knows others
And he's the one to save them all.
Wednesday 18 June 2014
The Girl of Stars
The stars, she says, are beautiful
The sky waits for the dark and takes them out
The planets spinning, galaxies whirling
So she watches the sky for the stars
The stars may be beautiful, but so is music
And so she picks up a violin
The sky rends to pieces and the stars weep
As the heavens move in their cosmic dance
The stars may shine their dusty lights on her
But she can love too, so love she does
A boy with stars in his eyes and rocks beneath his feet
One person out of hundreds, thousands
She lives like the stars
Brilliant, fiery, throwing out light
Reserved, spinning, somehow lonely
So she finds others like her
The stars light up all that's around
So she illuminates petty lives
Sees hidden things, with help and hope
Like a mother, but just too far
Stars burn within, casting her away
She is a star, with her planets and moons
The wonders of science, the beauty of music
The joy of friends, the worries of life
She could be a star
The sky waits for the dark and takes them out
The planets spinning, galaxies whirling
So she watches the sky for the stars
The stars may be beautiful, but so is music
And so she picks up a violin
The sky rends to pieces and the stars weep
As the heavens move in their cosmic dance
The stars may shine their dusty lights on her
But she can love too, so love she does
A boy with stars in his eyes and rocks beneath his feet
One person out of hundreds, thousands
She lives like the stars
Brilliant, fiery, throwing out light
Reserved, spinning, somehow lonely
So she finds others like her
The stars light up all that's around
So she illuminates petty lives
Sees hidden things, with help and hope
Like a mother, but just too far
Stars burn within, casting her away
She is a star, with her planets and moons
The wonders of science, the beauty of music
The joy of friends, the worries of life
She could be a star
Tuesday 17 June 2014
The Boy With the Bible
This is a story of love and broken hearts
Of secrets and friendship
Of strength and weakness
Of life and death
This is a story of the best days of my life
This is a story of the worst
This is a story of a boy who moved
Of the love he held for God
Of the love he felt for me
Of the love he had for another
This is a story of him torn apart
This is a story of me breaking down
This is a story of science and faith
Of building, studying, fighting
Of taking risks and jumping
Of making mistakes and learning
This is a story of us together
This is a story of us gone away
This is a story of him and me
Of loving him too much to bear
Of him not enough, loving another
Of burying the pain, drowning the sorrow
This is a story of wild happiness and joy
This is a story despair and fury
This was how it was, how it was meant to be
He loved so many, but wasn't for me
We had the same mind and split at the seams
The tragedy of our comedy is his story.
Of secrets and friendship
Of strength and weakness
Of life and death
This is a story of the best days of my life
This is a story of the worst
This is a story of a boy who moved
Of the love he held for God
Of the love he felt for me
Of the love he had for another
This is a story of him torn apart
This is a story of me breaking down
This is a story of science and faith
Of building, studying, fighting
Of taking risks and jumping
Of making mistakes and learning
This is a story of us together
This is a story of us gone away
This is a story of him and me
Of loving him too much to bear
Of him not enough, loving another
Of burying the pain, drowning the sorrow
This is a story of wild happiness and joy
This is a story despair and fury
This was how it was, how it was meant to be
He loved so many, but wasn't for me
We had the same mind and split at the seams
The tragedy of our comedy is his story.
Monday 16 June 2014
The Bird Girl
Here she flutters, waiting for something
Like a flighty bird, can't wait, can't stay
To worry, to flit, always dreaming
A throat built for singing, chirping away
Uncontainable.
Best intentions, best of heart
How could I begrudge her that?
In my story she's played her part
The question is: Now what?
Incorrigible.
But trust, little bird, that's all you need
From you to others and others to you
Stay, brave enough to not flee
Breathe, not far enough for you
Intentional.
The bird girl, who haunts the shadows
Of my mind, and soars by day
To dusk and falling far too slow
To night, and then she flies away
Irrepressible.
Like a flighty bird, can't wait, can't stay
To worry, to flit, always dreaming
A throat built for singing, chirping away
Uncontainable.
Best intentions, best of heart
How could I begrudge her that?
In my story she's played her part
The question is: Now what?
Incorrigible.
But trust, little bird, that's all you need
From you to others and others to you
Stay, brave enough to not flee
Breathe, not far enough for you
Intentional.
The bird girl, who haunts the shadows
Of my mind, and soars by day
To dusk and falling far too slow
To night, and then she flies away
Irrepressible.
The Car Boy
This is the one where I could have moved
I could have lived in Europe
Could have gone to school in Switzerland
Lived somewhere different
This is the one where I helped a boy
He lost his brother to a rope
Cut him down from the ceiling
And broke his heart to pieces
This is the one where a car was damaged
And in fear, didn't tell his rich father
I helped him find his courage
And he found himself respected
This is the one where his family offered
For me to move to Europe
I could have a job and schooling
I could have a new life
This is the one where I stayed right here
So I could see where I could take myself
I could have all my adventures
But without his help.
This is the one where I found myself questioning
What if? What if?
What if I had said yes?
This is my life's greatest what if.
I could have lived in Europe
Could have gone to school in Switzerland
Lived somewhere different
This is the one where I helped a boy
He lost his brother to a rope
Cut him down from the ceiling
And broke his heart to pieces
This is the one where a car was damaged
And in fear, didn't tell his rich father
I helped him find his courage
And he found himself respected
This is the one where his family offered
For me to move to Europe
I could have a job and schooling
I could have a new life
This is the one where I stayed right here
So I could see where I could take myself
I could have all my adventures
But without his help.
This is the one where I found myself questioning
What if? What if?
What if I had said yes?
This is my life's greatest what if.
Sunday 15 June 2014
The Girl of Nine Tongues
Summer days, like blazing fire
When I met the Italian girl
Hair like thistles, skin like coffee
And a tongue with nine different lives.
Nine languages, she says
Nine languages she can speak
For Inferno, Faust, or Don Quixote
Perhaps even Phantom of the Opera
A literary mind, close to genius
A silver tongue, accented with lives
Nine lives, nine tongues
Nine languages that live inside her
But what can those lives survive on?
When I met the Italian girl
Hair like thistles, skin like coffee
And a tongue with nine different lives.
Nine languages, she says
Nine languages she can speak
For Inferno, Faust, or Don Quixote
Perhaps even Phantom of the Opera
A literary mind, close to genius
A silver tongue, accented with lives
Nine lives, nine tongues
Nine languages that live inside her
But what can those lives survive on?
New Things
I've been thinking a lot recently--about what I want from life, about what I want to do, about things that I can or can't change. And this dawned on me when I was taking the ACTs (far too much time, obviously)--I can be happy. Not the kind of happy where you go around and be optimistic to everyone you meet, but the kind of happy where you realise that this is your lot in life, you're okay with it, and you can make the best of it. No jealousy, no overworrying...I can do that. I think I'm going to try, but it's going to be difficult--after all, I am one of the worst worrywarts I know.
Another thing is that I've decided to do a sort of Notebook of People thing. I know many people, but all of them stick in my mind in some particular ways. I've decided to write things about them like that. There won't be names in these writings, but you can probably tell who you are. Some will be written in prose, some in poetry. It all depends on how I feel.
I think I might be updating this more often. I've wanted to do this Notebook of People thing for quite a while. I've just never done it up till now. I think I'll post the first one in just a few minutes, actually. When I post more, you'll be able to find them all under the label "Notebook of People."
Until next time, comrades.
Another thing is that I've decided to do a sort of Notebook of People thing. I know many people, but all of them stick in my mind in some particular ways. I've decided to write things about them like that. There won't be names in these writings, but you can probably tell who you are. Some will be written in prose, some in poetry. It all depends on how I feel.
I think I might be updating this more often. I've wanted to do this Notebook of People thing for quite a while. I've just never done it up till now. I think I'll post the first one in just a few minutes, actually. When I post more, you'll be able to find them all under the label "Notebook of People."
Until next time, comrades.
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