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I wrote a poem about this person I have a crush on so...

This Way

I don't think I should be feeling this way.

And especially not about you.

Let me explain.

You know me,

I know you,

We speak the same language,

That much is true.

We always talk

About how we're unlikable,

But I can't help but feel

That you're unforgettable.

I apologize

For singing words wrong, 

But it's always okay

'Cause we both know the song.

I can't imagine

Life without you,

So that's why I wait

So you don't have a clue.

I wish I could say

That I love you

But you wouldn't get it

You think I like you.

So you like me

And I like you.

We're great friends,

That much is true.

But I'm no sure

I want that to be true.

There's a little more

I want to tell you.

~~~

Hope you enjoy! 

Stars

Little stars
Dot the paper
Corner of the page

Little stars
Dot my hand
Outlined with sharpie

Little stars
Dot my eyes
As I fall asleep

Little stars
Dot the sky
Mirroring my eyes

Little stars
Little stars
Perfect little stars. 

Alphabet poem

Are you beautiful?

Because, darling, it has many meanings. It

Can mean glimmering and shine.

Does it mean

Everything at balance?

For many a person

Gaze at the unfound Peace.

How do you know

If you are beautiful?

Just search your labyrinthine mind for the 

Knowledge you always had.

Let peace surround you, because this is a 

Meaning of beautiful.

Never straight from who you are, because,

Oh child, you are 

Perfect. We are woven together, a

Quilt of people. 

Rest your head on my

Shoulder,

Take my hand. It will just be

Us. You are so

Very wonderful, and

We are like one. We are the perfect e

Xample of love, and 

Yes, you are beautiful,

Zealously beautiful. 

This poem is... weird, because it's written for a song I'm writing; a sort of minimalist, modern classical piece for four part women's chorus, because thst's the kind of music I write. Kinda hard to explain, but look up Phillip Glass, Theo Bleckmann (particularly Final Answer, you can listen to my chorus, the San Francisco Girls Chorus, singing it on line), Lisa Bielawa, Colin Jacobsen, etc. and that's the kind of song it is. Anyway. That's why it doesn't really make sense and there's not really a rhythm. But here goes!

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What did I do?

Backspace

Words, words inside me.

If I- if I let them out- I could be-

But no it's time to press backspace

Words, letters, enter, space

How many times on this poem alone?

Words captured, unable to roam.

I started a poem, about feeling unable to do anything

But it was deleted when it fell under backspace's swing.

Too personal, too true to put out on the web-

I can't let the bad feelings catch me, have to make my heart dead

Even now, the rhymes, fall, fall, out of time

I could fix them if I tried

But no I'm done

Done with pressing backspace.

(but let's just hide that true poem)

(somewhere where i can't see)

(have to run, run, can't let the feelings catch me) 

iambic pentameter

i. i am

not fragmented

but thinking in fragments

ii. when i am clear clean

i have

rhymes  

and

lines of iambic pentameter

iii. but life doesn't work that way

there is no galloping horses

perfectly in a line

on a horse's back

you jolt shake and fall off anyway

iiii. there aren't enough words, even if you use the bad ones

there are never enough words, ever

so it's worse to have to beg and pick and choose

and look over every ripe dripping epistle for bumps and bruises

instead of just letting the juice drip drip down your chin

v. life is no iambic pentameter, honey, it's the rawest free verse ever known.

extra: 

(vi. i was going to do this in anapests to be ironic)

(but i forgot)