This is what I wrote late last night when I wanted to write something and I was thinking about my crush. It's probably mostly gibbberish to everyone else but here you go.

"heartache" or starlight/moonlight (my lovestruck writing)

you are my

starlight, my black-inked sketchbook, the wind in my

sails you are the

center of my heart, my hand sketching out

drawings, my beat-up sneakers carrying me where i

want to go, you are my

moonlight

your laughter was where my

heart slipped up and your

smile

and now i just stumble around every

day with you on my

mind, like i'm a loaded

wagon going downhill and picking up

speed

i love you and i'm not

afraid to ink it in black on the pages of my

notebook

i've got that

sparkle in my eyes when i'm around

you and i think we've both noticed

i wish our names could be written in the

stars like words graffitied onto cement building blocks, but even more permanent, like something that'll be there for

eternity no matter what

and i'm trying to cope by

churning out mediocre

love poetry and attempting to not rip people

off

but i can't

stop and i apologize but i love you so

much that i can't help myself

you are the center of my heart

Know

By Black Alley

Are you O.K?

I’m sick of people asking me that

Sick of lying

No, I’m not O.K.

I’m far from it

But still I

Put on a happy face

And reply

“Of course!”

What else can I say?

He’s gone

Up in the clouds

Never sad

I say that he’s in a better place

I’ll see him again

some day

But will I really?

I’m filled with fear

No, I’m not O.K.

I feel like lead

The world is revolving

In slow motion

I pretend to be happy

To look like I’ve moved on

But how can I

When it’s not true?

I’m stuck

Alone

He’s gone

And now I

Don’t know what to do

So now

I go through life

Follow my routine

Pretending I’m alright

Hoping that eventually

I will be

Are you O.K?

There it is again

I want to scream

To cry

But instead I

Smile and nod

“I’m fine”

My word are filled

With sorrow and dread

But I mask them with happiness

Sometimes it works

And I feel happy

But only for a minute

Before I remember

That he’s gone

Never coming back

And I sink back

Into sorrow

No, I’m not O.K.

No matter what happens

What is said

At the end of the day

Nothing has changed

He’s gone

I’m still here

I know I’m falling

Into a hole

Deeper every day

I know I need help

But how?

How will I get help?

I can’t form the words anymore

My happy act

Is all I can show

I can’t break character

Not now

That everyone thinks I’m O.K.

Are you O.K?

Nobody asks me that anymore

Thay believe that I’m fine

I can’t tell them I’m not

That I was lying

I would reopen a wound

That has fully healed

For everyone except me

I just can’t

Not now

Not ever

All I can do

Is hope that somebody reads this

Before It’s to late

And my ever growing hole

Reaches the core

And know

I’m not O.K.

POETRY! My favorite! I'm SO glad I found this! I've enjoyed reading all of your poetry so much; it is all so good! Anyways, here is something I just made up off the top of my head about an airplane take off. I think it's because I travel so much . . . Even I don't really know where the things on the top of my head come from!

Perspective

Seatbacks straight,

Tray tables up,

Armrests down,

Seatbelts buckled,

And windows shades lifted.

Window shades lifted. 

Now ready for take-off.

Rumbling, rumbling

Down the runway.

Gathering speed

As we go.

As we go. 

The cement is a blur,

Then it falls away,

Press your face against the window

And watch the world as you know it

Disappear.

Disappear.

The airport seemed so big,

But it looks like a lego block,

Your house, no, your neighborhood,

Is no bigger than your thumb,

The cars zooming down the highway,

Look like miniscule ants,

And suddenly your longtime home,

Is wildly out of

Perspective. 

I've decided to try the no-capitalization-plus-lots-of-line-breaks type of poetry, because so many people here use it, and their poetry turns out SO good. I don't know what to name it, though, can I please have some title suggestions? Thanks!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

an infant

asleep in mama's

arms

exactly one day old

her hair 

soft and downy and black and wet

mats her head

she smiles

in her sleep

her closed almond-shaped eyes

creasing

at the corners 

silver scissors

glint

in the dim florescent light

of the jasmine-scented

bedroom

opening

and closing

less than a centimeter

from

her exposed scalp

hair falling

down

softer than

a white ball of

dandelion fuzz

looks

into a red silk handkerchief

pre-prepared

just for the occasion

a sanded wooden stick

ornamentally carved

laid out beside

the hair 

masterful hands

flirt like

butterfly wings

connecting the two

creating

a chinese-styled paintbrush

of baby hair

that chinese people

call 

mao bi 

mama holds it

tightly

pressing it

into her baby's

chubby fist

black eyes

open

small hands

wave

with her paintbrush

created from a part of herself

and mama whispers

into the baby's ear

my darling, it's

time

to paint your future

~~~~~~~~

Well that turned out MUCH longer than I expected! Sorry it's so long!

And it's VERY different from the poetry I normally write. Hmmm . . . I think I like it better, actually!

Disappointment

That's me.

I'm a disappointment.

I can't make

eighteen one-hundreds on the three minutes.

Everyone else can.

I can't get

one-hundred percent on every test.

Everyone thinks I can.

I can't create

a perfect piece of artwork for each yearly contest.

Yet people expect me to. 

People have high expectations for me.

And I can't make them.

That's me.

I'm a disappointment. 

You are the valley that my

Heart settled in

A lonely moaning

After dark,

A setting sun

A shining moon

And you, like

Smoke rising from

An empty fire pit

Embers still glowing

Hours after

The flames were doused

And the forest,

Which held me when I

Needed it

Is wood unburned

And wishes undone

Magic unspooled because

You were there,

With each step you

Healed me

Until I was ready to

Let the wind

Loosen it’s grasp

So you could hold me

Instead.

When I smiled at you

I was more than

The tallest mountain I’d

Climbed before,

Scratching knees

And bloody fingers

I was more than

The deepest ocean I’d

Swum before,

Frozen, swirling, and

A whispering of creatures I

Couldn’t see

I was more than even the earth

I lived on,  

More than jewels and

Dust and

Memories

Because now there was you

And you were the mist

That swam around me

Embracing me without

Bounds

And keeping me close

Forever,

The way our planet

Hugs the stars,

And in this

Voice I heard

I turned

And found you

A hundred thousand beams of

Light

Were all that you were

But that was okay for

Me

Because your fire kept

My heart warm

Safely tucked

Beneath

Your wings.

The only good part about this poem is when you look at the first letter of every line and put them together. XD

--- 

I’m in love with you

Like the moon is with the stars,

Or the apple to the tree

Valleys and oceans

Endless ways to tell you

You’re my only thought

Over and over

Until you tell me

~ I L O V E Y O U ~

Until you say the words

Over and over

You’ll be my only thought

Every night I’ll lie awake

Visions of you

Or spirits will find me

Lilting gently, listening only to

I’m in love with you.