A Fork In the Sandbox

Hey, so here is my entry to the National Poetry Month Challenge. There's going to be all sorts of poems here. Love poems, hate poems, childhood poems. And some that may just concern you. But this is me, for the next twenty days. So, here I go:


A Fork In the Sandbox: 4/4/11

Spoiler

I'm standing here now
And I can't explain to you
Why I won't come home

I look in the mirror
And theres still a princess
If I looked deep enough

I stand in the sandbox
And I feel out of place
So I sit on the swing

There's a fork in the sandbox
Telling me where to go
I'll choose left or right

But I'll never get to go back
To my sweet sandbox days
And it's not for the better

There's a fork in my sandbox

The Flightless Bird Part One 4-5-11:

Spoiler

Heavy words from my heart
Restless burdens from the start
Unsure of a documented fate
Presented on a silver plate

Cold descitions from the soul
Even flightless bird play a roll
In the affairs of the sky
But greater birds will pass them by

Saddened by a ceaseless score
Burned and tortured all the more
Death comes to the flightless bird
And not a lesson has been learned

The Flightless Bird Part Two 4-5-11:

Spoiler

The flightless bird is moving on
And no one listens to it's song
Until it passed to the other life
Murdered by a shallow knife

Now it's held by a softer hand
Still it remains to week to stand
When yo have been pushed down in spite
It can be hard to see the light

Walking towards a silver rush
Drowned in a deep breath of love
Death came to the flightless bird
And now a lesson has been learned

The Dance 4-7-11:

Spoiler

She is like a swan
Living and dieing
Under the dark moonlight
Painting a studded sky

She is like a feather
Drifitng through the breeze
Spinning in a sotrm
Melting into the pavement

And that girl is a shattered pond
Disrupted in the woods
Rushing in the atmosphere
And coming to an end

Can't You See What She's Doing? 4-8-11:

Spoiler

You don't see anymore
The poison is seeping through your veins
And controling you
So you see her
And not you
Not me

You don't care anymore
Tension is slipping through your mind
It controls you
You listen to her
And not you
Not me

You don't live anymore
Blindness is creeping into your eyes
It's commanding you
You love her
And not you
Not me

Tonight I'll Go Out 4-8-11:

Spoiler

You walk me to the bus
And say I'll see you soon
Is that a threat or a promise
I don't want to know

Tonight I'll forget about you
Ill go out with a friend
And crawl away
Hide away
From your love
From when you don't love me
From when you love her more

Facebook (Complicating relationships since 2004) 4-9-11:

Spoiler

I'll like this
Unlike
Click
I can't do this
What will he think
If I click

On the other side of the screen
Will he look
And see
Desperate
Or think
About me
For a second

Top of the page
Notifications
He commented
On my comment
On my wall
Laughs
He thinks I'm funny!
Right?

Hate, Hate, Hate 4-10-11:

Spoiler

I don't hate
That she loves you
I don't hate
That she cares
I don't hate
You care too
Too bad
You'd hate
If I loved
You

Saving You 4-11-11:

Spoiler

She is the wicked wind
That will blow and change
Your senses
Knocking down the door
To your mind
Driving you insane
Playing games

You are the shattered glass
Held only together
Byt the weakest of tape
Desperate and wantng
You don't know
Soom you'll go insane
In the games

I am the mirror
In me you see
Yourself
And I gaze back at you
Silent and desperate
To save you
From her games

Her, Him The Club 4-12-11:

Spoiler

She was the moonlight sky
Beauty in it's truest form
Picture in the perfect light
Never wanting after more

He was a broken glass
Tightly clutching only air
Fragile in it's most clever mask
Searching only for love there

She was the slyest creature
In the jungle called the club
With all the brightest features
And she answered to none

Wow, that's so great. My favorite part was

I stand in the sandbox
And I feel out of place
So I sit on the swing

You really captured that feeling so well. I know that feeling. I wish I didn't feel out of place there anymore. Thank you! Keep going! I look forward to reading what else you have. :3

Thanks so much Hannah. I have to say, that's one of my favorite parts too.

Oh! I see what you're doing! You have them all there in the first post. Makes it more difficult for you to get bumped to the front page, though! D: I'll just have to help. xD

I really liked this, too:

She is like a swan
Living and dieing
Under the dark moonlight
Painting a studded sky

Thank you! I got a couple more posted in.

Okay, sorry I haven't been online for a while. I've been writing, just haven't had computer acsess.

I'm Sorry I Fell 4-13-11:

Spoiler

I'm sorry I fell for you
I tried not to
I knew it would hurt
So I held back
But I can't make myself regret
When we met
Because only you could understand
How I think, feel, breathe
I'm so very sorry
That I fell for you
I tried not to

Forget This Day 4-14-11:

Spoiler

It’s easy for me to say
That I’ve completely forgotten the day
That I first met your eyes
But in a word it’s just a lie

Speech flows from my head
Because words from my heart I’d regret
When we speak my pain fades
And yet another scar I create

Touch me one for relief
From my sugar coated grief
What I wouldn’t do for one smile
To last me all the while

And when my passion fades
Will it simmer my rage?
And will I be able to say
I’ve forgotten this day?

Your World 4-15-11:

Spoiler

Let me into your world
Texting during class
Even when the teacher's watching
But you don't care

Skateboarding
Even in the rain
Because you can
All for the thrill

Let me into your world
Of skipping school
To hang out with friends
Or maybe someday

To hang out with me

Unfocused 4-16-11:

Spoiler

Just hold my hand
And look at me
I don't need speech
Because words are overrated

Making fruitless conversation
While we silently debate
If this is the right time
To try to make a move

And while you whisper
In my ear
My mind will slowly wander
To wherever it's taken

My unfocused love

A Rap-Sort-Of-Thing 4-17-11:

Spoiler

I cannot decipher
The tears that I'm crying
Don't call me bipolar
I just don't know my own mind and
Things around here
Have got a little messed up
My place in this town
Is to self destruct

And
When life gets you down
You gotta turn around
Make a name for yourself
Don't put your dreams
Up on that shelf
Pick yourself off the ground
And dust yourself off

Don't call me lazy
My life's just getting hazy and
Things around here
Have got a little fucked up
My place in this world
Is to self destruct

Okay, we were away for the last week and I had no computer acsess so, here's my catching up:

(Look at the capitalized letters) 4-20:

lights rushing
where is the day?
Getting high
on life itself
having fun
ignoring the Opinions
of others
and Their glares
shining rain
pouring sun
and Here
i'm high
not crIminal
Got happy?
the best kind
of rusH

Innocence Part I 4-21:

We all jump to conclusions
Where is the innocence
Of our childhood
Did someone come and steal
The happiness I had?
Or was it voulantary
My peace slipping away
In the middle of the night?

Innocence Part II 4-22:

Now you state your thoughts aloud
And they are furthest from the truth
But sanity has been lost
In the large roaring crowd
All together in blindness
Tell me this, so I know:
Where, oh where, did the innocence go?

4-23:

I’m taking notes.
Sure.
Sort of.
Here are my notes.
Pretty, right?
Maybe not.
Sort of.
If you turn the paper
And squint.
Look up at the board!
I’m taking notes.
Sort of.
Not really.
I hate
taking notes.
Do you?
Oh!
Pretty picture
On the board.
Of lights
and old walls.
with words
I wont
write down.


4-24:

I hate you
I hate you
I hate you

Did I make it clear
When I walked away
Or do I need to spell it out
For your blank mind

I hate you
I hate you
I love you

4-25:

Five months
And oh-so many days
But now it's done
You cannot say
That you don't care

You claim that
You've moved on
That I'm so different
You were upside-down
You cannot say
You don't care

You're acting now
Like we never had
The conversation
Where you said
"I cannot say
That I don't care
About you."

4-26-11

How does it feel
To be one of three
Three I'm fighting for
Three fighting for me
One with sun curls
Ringlets of gold
Another made of iron
Strong like a stone
A third has a trail
Of his past mistakes
So now I must choose
Which one should I take?
The one that I love
The one that loves me?

4-27-11

My last day of NaPo
And how much I've grown
Learning, writing better
No matter the weather
This is my last try
To write a good rhyme
And it seems to be failing
So I'm going to stop writing
And here ends my NaPo