Impetus

Impetus

I'll try to describe how it feels.

It's something and I don't know what,

But it presses against the roof of my mouth.

It bounces off my tongue, 

and if my lips allow its passage,

it is spoken.

If my lips refuse asylum,

it travels to my fingertips and it pleads for a pen.

But if it,

if it can't be written it presses on the roof of my mouth,

until it hurts and my eyes can feel it,

and I begin to cry,

because I couldn't express it

whatever it was,

if it was. 

How to Tell if a Girl Likes You (in poem form so you won't forget) by A Girl

She may steal a glance a you,

then look the other way.

She'll start off by saying "hi" to you,

every single day.

She laughs at all your jokes and 

always seems to be around,

She really likes or wants to flirt with you

and you never see her frown.

She tries to sit quite close to you,

she may even show some skin, 

that's when you offer a compliment,

a see her return a grin.

If she's shy she won't try to grab your arm,

but look out for a blush,

if she fidgets with her clothing, 

then she surely has a crush

If she doesn't make eye contact or,

she's mean as the wicked witch,

make no mistake; she doesn't like you,

so move on from that bitch.

Have you ever wondered what makes a person wise? I always thought it was time, but then take, for example, a piece of paper. In a few seconds, the smooth white surface can be crumpled i you hands. Irreversibly scarred. On the other hand, a tree takes years to mature. But, they're both of the same substance, of the same mother. So, is it time that makes us look older and more wise, or is it circumstance?

After 1945

Pictures lie with vague descriptions,

Of faces in black and white,

Those muddied minds and hateful hearts,

Gave grey area power and might.

How could they have hated me?

A stranger,

With hopes and dreams unknown.

What made the babe in their manger,

So different from our own?

And to try to return to the ground,

is harder than I can say,

because while they're gone,

and the world's moved on,

I re-live the horror everyday.  

I'm turning 18

Hand my not the ashes of my youth, 

they slip right through my fingers and I find, 

that as I rush to sweep they up I lose my fragile mind.

Maybe give them to me in an urn,

so that I cannot lose what once was mine,

that way I can hide them (deep within my heart),

that way I can never cross the line.

Since time already burned her curly hair, 

since life already charred her clear, blue eyes,

let me keep the fire in her soul,

let me catch the baseball in the rye.

Friend Zone

Have you ever felt like you get in the way of your own life? I feel like that when it comes to relationships. I'm so scared of going beyond friendship that I just let things go. So I walk around with unfinished business. And I can see it in the eyes of someone else that he wasn't satisfied with the conclusion either. And somewhere in a far away country, another young man pines for me like I pine for him from time to time. I was scared, but I can't keep blaming fear. I have to do something this time, but what I wonder can I do without proper encouragement? I can't let this one weigh me down; I have to do something.

Analogy

The sun goes down

And the stars come out

And the moon seeps through the clouds

and the clouds do frown upon the land they shroud

and I feel the warmth no longer

my eyes still search frantically

in the cracks where the moon can see

I look up in ecstasy

Because somehow I feel you next to me