From the Outside In

My smile is fake
A mask I wear
If I tore it off
You wouldn't understand

My "Attitude" is a shield
An invisible force field
If it deactivated
You would see someone else

My hobbies are a distraction
To get my mind off broken ties
If I stopped doing them,
You'd wonder why

My friends aren't real
My enemies are
My ties have been cut
My heart's left scarred.

~~~

Again, another poem on my feelings getting the best of me. 

We had to do a project about plate tectonics in science class yesterday, and I chose to write a poem. It's strange how cool it is, despite it being about plate tectonics. :)

~~~

If Only

'Twas a dark and stormy night

But the universe, full of light

In its unassuming state

Has no idea of the fate

That awaits a small round ball

Almost lost, in a bigger one's pall

Floating 'round a lightly glowing speck, with all the grace

Of a dancer, in this vast, unending infinity of space.

Oh, the stories that could be told

Billions of years unfold

In the blink of an eye

The life-span of a fly

If only one could speak to the Earth. 

This one small, round ball

Green and blue, always shifting, never to stall

Or face consequences bigger than its heart

And build up pressure, until it's blown apart

Plate tectonics are the thing

That keep us shifting

Plates sliding under each other

Forming volcanoes that spew lava from the core of our Mother

Oh, the stories that could be told

Billions of years unfold

In the blink of an eye

The life-span of a fly

If only one could speak to the Earth.

Long ago, when the Earth was formed,

The continents were different, the climate warmed

Until plate tectonics took their place

And transformed Earth into a familiar face.

Mountain ranges were risen, continents were felled,

The Earth twisted and swelled. 

All due to the inner plates

Of the planet beneath the feet of us wandering primates.

Oh, the stories that could be told

Billions of years unfold

In the blink of an eye

The life-span of a fly

If only one could speak to the Earth.

If only one could speak to the Earth...

~~~

~Starseeker 

Lies

You gave me a note,

You said i lied, 

But I don't think I did. 

Now you'r angry at me,

daggers thrown,

but the next second you're asking me to hang with you,

I'm so confused

one second you hate me,

the next you don't,

We do this dance it feels,

One second you hate me,

the next you don't,

Can we end this dance? 

Can you tell me what you feel,

Stop hiding your thoughts in your head, 

I need to know, 

I need to know,

If you hate me, 

Or if you don't 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

Acceptance

You have better friends than me
I accept that

You grew up faster than me
I accept that

You think I'm not a nice person
I accept that

You care about the game more than me
I accept that

We dislike our rough history
I accept that 

But I don't accept
That you had to lie
And say
"It's alright."

I would be
LESS OFFENDED
If you had just
Said you HATED me
TO

MY

FACE.

And yet
You didn't.

Do you care
SO LITTLE
About my feelings
That you LIE
TO MY FACE

About your own feelings of me?

I don't care about your answer,

Because I'll have to accept that too. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

My long-awaited acceptance of my former friends' deception. 

hands

my hands are too long for the

gloves i bought last january and often 

scribbled on in blue ballpoint pen

shorthand reminders and

the aftermath of a boring science class

stretched out over tendons

and blue-green veins

these fingers are reluctant to touch

anyone and frigid liquid

nitrogen when the wind hits

too long for the gloves so 

i'll just hold the back of my neck and

ribcage hoping that 

conduction will at least make me

lukewarm

~~~

Inspired by a prompt that was obviously "hands". 

korol rezni

——

it is night.

he tilts his face upward,

staring at the sky,

or perhaps beyond it, into the

gaps between reality,

the places where the fabric of the universe ruptures

and reveals pieces of the After,

visible to only to the Saints and those most

scattered.

he is breathing but a piece of him has died, somewhere along the way,

but he’s not sure what it is yet.

his face is a mess of scars and dark shadows—

an angel, ruined,

and as the world mourns the loss of a perfect face,

he mourns the loss

of an unbroken heart.

Poetry-ized interaction between a protagonist and antagonist.  Try to guess who's bold and who's italic (And, no, they're not my Æs.)

Interaction

I've been here
For you
Since far before
You would have been
Able to remember

I've been here
Trapped with you
Since far before
I was smart enough
To realize.

If you don't want to be
My partner,
You can go
Help them with 
Their petty tricks

If you don't want to be 
My friend,
You can go
Find someone else
To be an annoyance with

You can look
You can't see

I can't see?
You should see yourself.
You'd be surprised
At your blindless

Mocking
Is
Petty.
Go with your petty 'friends.'

Bullying
Is
Annoying.
Go find someone else annoying.

~~~~~~~~~

NOW HAVE AT THEE!! 

Not sure what to call this. The perspectives alternate between two girls, Summer and Winter. (Summer is the first, um, stanza I guess?):

“She broke your heart,” they whisper,

“Not your fault,” they say.

But I wonder, thoughts deep and dark as a misty forest,

As delicate as the lace on a valentine,

Whether it was I that broke you.

❉

You, warm and sweet and joyful,

You, with your wishes and dreams,

You, the girl with tons friends, popular-

Did you forget me?

Did you mean to leave me alone?

Do you regret what you said as much as I regret my words?

They say it was me.

They always blame me.

Why should this time be any different?

❉

I miss you-

Your smiles; quick flits across your face,

The way you walk- as if you have purpose, even when just leaving class to get a drink

From that old water fountain down the hall,

And I regret.

You asked me how I though the world would end,

And now I know.

It ends dark, with our hearts pierced by invisible swords,

Blood running down,

Staining our shirts.

Now I know.

❉

You looked at me today-

For just a moment,

And yet,

It was a millennia

For both of us.

Then you looked away, back to your countless friends,

Who hung on your every word,

Who watched you,

Who wished that they, out of all the others,

Could be your very best friend.

They never noticed the glance at the girl with dark hair in the back of the classroom,

They never noticed

They never noticed

The countless unsaid thoughts and feelings

That passed between us.

❉

I slipped a note in your locker today,

It was only half a page,

But it said everything I thought-

Which is miraculous,

Only a few sentences,

Sum up a thousand thoughts and feelings.

❉

I wrote back to you,

Four words,

Four words which make me hopeful and dizzy and scared and completely, totally lost all at once,

Four informal, short words;

Want to start over?

Death’s Clock

By: K.P.

It was a dark and dreadful night

When I woke up in sweat of fright.

To quarters brimming with ghostly light.

To a presence lurking out of sight.

To a chilling breeze ever so slight.

On that dark and dreadful night

Twas then I heard a noise so small

A steady ticking from the wall

I had no clock in room or hall

To make that ticking from the wall

Exposed I lay to misty shadow tall

Looming o’er me on the pale wall

Waiting, waiting for me.

All my courage me forsook

Too afraid to turn and look

To see what form the shadow took

To see all hope be overtook

What horror from a bedtime book

Waiting, waiting for me.

The ticking then it grew so loud

Consumed me in a deafening cloud

No other noise did it allow

To issue through its ghastly cloud

Into the presence’ harrowing shroud

Waiting, waiting for me.

Frozen, paralyzed, I still lay

Waiting, waiting for the day

When the presence takes me away

To my grave on Hell’s highway

As the ticking did portray

On that dark and dreadful day

He’s waiting for the death of me.

----

Critique welcome