Thank you, @Azalea!

10/23/20 

there was this girl i knew

she had pockets full of stars and spring in her eyes

and dirt under her fingernails

and melodies danced on her tongue and it was the most beautiful sound it the world

the way crescendos did pirouettes and sixteenth notes raised their graceful hands to the skies

i'd see her at the corners of streets, or at bus stops

and i'd think of her when i looked at my bruised knuckles

i never learned her name, but i made up a couple

my esther turned ophelia

when her skinny-legged chords and twirling harmonies found their way to the riverside and got swept underneath, taking her with them

decked in flowers and knee-high boots and rough edges and dimpled smiles

i lost what i never had-

her love. 

~~~~~ Yay, I'm proud of this <3

Swirling purple ink of the sky

Blots out all

Reason and logic;

Stars consumed by the world

Of light 

That tries to tear them from their plaque;

Where shadows crawl and slink, 

stalking about, the whispers

Of dimmed night;

Where the only solace is the song

Of the moon, whose silent yearning

Casts more evil than light.

Sometimes I wish

I were a character in a book,

Who always knew what to listen to,

Where to look;

Whose whole life,

Or perhaps just one short story,

Was set in stone-- left alone--

Untainted in initial glory.

Even when torn about

By thoughtless marionette strands--

Words and expressions carved 

By careless unseen hands,

Perhaps knowing

What would happen,

Just how and 

exactly when, 

Could whisk away a huge burden--

With an assuring "again and again;"

Or perhaps one'd only

Grow weary and worn by "En fin."

Dear Moon,

Fair maiden that you are,

Come forth from your slumber;

Awaken at last,

Let us taste the sweet melancholy of your

Dew-kissed perfume.

Lie not low in the fields,

Nor the sea, nor the sky;

Fly, glowing vibrant, higher than thine eyes.

Come, fear thee not,

Of that pompous fool, the jealous sun,

Fear naught-- near, 

nor far, nor soon;

Purple mist all a'lilt in your valleys,

Silver holding more value

Than supercilious gold 

shall ever own,

Thus, come; come quick,

Join us shattered spirits

Of thine kindred in the heavens

Where we soar, 

Sing and dance and dazzle away,

All to someday return

And beat back that foolish imp,

That overzealous sun.

I actually wrote this for an English project last week but I didn't realize that we had to read it out loud. It was so embarrassing~ I usually make up a song that the poetry fits to so just speaking it like normal sounds sorta funny. 

Anyway, it was a soliloquy summarising Nancy Drew and the Mystery of Shadow Ranch, #5.

~~~~~ 

Shadow ranch-- that’s our space,

And where our case 

this time takes place:

I’d had my theories from the start,

But we’ve got to see with our own eyes,

“Use your head and not your heart”

To thoroughly expose the culprit’s lies

And unravel this mystery, part by part.

Who’s the one that seems most “sus?”
The one who’s causing all this fuss?

They say that there’s this glowing steed

A phantom horse, misfortunes breed...

But for now, it seems we’ve got a growing lead

With an odd note, that place, it says to heed.

All this static, extra sights to distract us:

A treasure steeped in mystery,

Ill-fated romance lost to history

In scrambling to find who we can trust,

An innocent man convicted-- and save him, we must.

The clock is ticking,

And suddenly there’s a new clue;

No longer fooled by tricking

As for proof, there’s the artwork too.

Have some fun, we’re on vacation

While digging up yet more information;

Catch them while they’re still off-guard

And sneak peak at the opponent's winning card~

Then, before we know it,

More hijinks ensue;

Suddenly in the perfect position,

Already pieced together all we ever knew

And this is how I’ve become 

Such a famèd sleuth

To find the prize, see through the lies

Into the only truth. 

What's happened has happened

What's done is now done 

You can't change the past

The bad guys have won

Now it's all over

The evil won't leave

You can't change the past

Unless you believe 

Title ideas: 

You can't change the past

Believe

I'm open to more ideas or feedback! I'm really proud of this poem!