Justy's Area of Paper Shreds

POEM COUNT: 30!

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My little spot of shredded poetry papers and ink stains. >.<

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You tell me not to leave you,
but I can't help but walk away.

There's a war in my heart and hate will reign.
I won't tell you, but you can see.

I whisper lies as you lay,
softly on the white lace.

Now you're asleep and I slip
away.

"Just close your eyes,"
I like, keeping your hope alive.
"You'll be alright."
And as I leave, I'm free again.

~Inspired as I was listening to "Safe & Sound" by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars

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Written April 3rd

Gummy Bears


I bite off another head,
chewing,
tasting the sweet taste.

Nobody gives me a second glance,
as I sit, alone,
as usual.

The lights flicker
above me and grease
fills the air, slick.

like a fuzzy memory
as I spoon another
few bodies into my maw.

I may never trust
again, but now I’m
free.

Unlike these gummy bears
have ever
been.

Sideline

1, 2, 3,
The beat passes through me.

People watch from the side,
all smiles and once-truths that are now lied.

I’ll watch as life goes by,
never here, nor there, always on the sly.

But would I want to be here of there?
What can either offer me that could ever pass as “fair”?

So, I continue on the sidelines,
never taking or being taken. Nothing is mine.

But, hey, at least I’m free –
I’m not paying self-expression and lies to fit in, the fee.
~Inspired as I was listening to "Made For You" by OneRepublic

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Written April 5th

Just A Spider

As I lay, my body letting water out
through the windows of my soul,
I look at you.

You’re just a spider,
but you don’t judge.

No one pushes you to always
do better.
No one fights over who gets
custody of you.

You’re just a spider,
but you seem to have it easy.

You don’t have unruly
human emotions.
You don’t have to
think before you speak.

You’re just a spider,
but you seem to have it easy.

You’re not constantly
looked over.
You don’t have to deal with
losing loved ones and friends.

You’re just a spider,
but you seem to have it easy.

As my tears dry,
you scurry away,
leaving nothing behind, but
my wish to be you.

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Written April 6th

Pathway

A tunnel through trees,
leading me to anywhere.
I start my journey.
~Inspired by this picture:

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Masquerade

I take a peek
as you look back at me.

Only your eyes show through,
one warm brown,
the other mysterious green.

You walk over to me,
a spring in your step.
Tonight we’re different people.
Tonight we hide our identity.

We’ll laugh and play like the careless,
we’ll talk and drink like the rich,
but underneath each mask, we hide a secret.

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Written April 8th

Keep Marchin' On


For everything that happens to me
or you, or both of us,
we’ll move on.

In this life, it’s all about
going forwards.

No matter what happens,
someone will always be there
for you.
Someone will always
want you.

Don’t worry and remember
to keep marchin’ on.

~Inspired as I was listening to “Marchin’ On” by OneRepublic

Secrets

It doesn’t matter to me –
I just don’t care anymore.

I’ve been opened up like an
oyster for its pearl,
a beehive for its honey,
a love r for their heart.

Everyone knows about me,
sometimes I wonder if they know me
better than I do.

I don’t feel the hurt anymore,
And I’m smiling like a doll –
Cool and lifeless.

So line up everyone,
strangers and all,
my life is coming apart in shreds,
and you’ve got a ticket to see
this dark show.

So come on in,
and watch me unravel;

I’m giving all my secrets away.

~ Inspired as I was listening to “Secrets” by OneRepublic

Metaphoric

I’ll step here,
you’ll step there.
It’s a dangerous game we play,
but we’re smiling and enjoying it.

Nobody seems to notice us,
but you’re as vivid to me
as a murderer holding
a knife to my throat.

So we continue our dance of death,
never truly winning,
never landing any hard blows.

I’ll smile at you as you
poison me,
but you’ll laugh while
I stab you.

But, maybe it’s
all just metaphoric.

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Written April 9th

Into The Dark

The antique iron clasps
that hold together the oak desk
are rusting and falling apart.

More iron holds together
the bed on which you
lay.

Your breathing is slow as I
hold your hand.
The lace of the sheets and
comforter cast curly shadows
on your face in the dim light.

Your pale skin matches your
white blonde hair, with the
roots becoming deep red,
again.

As your dark brown eyes
open wide, I smile and
squeeze your long, thin fingers.

You attempt to smile back,
then your fragile eyelids close
again, the see-through eyelashes
embracing.

When your breathing finally stills,
a tear drops off my cheek
and onto the pale white lace.

You may be gone now,
but one day I will follow you into
the dark.

~Inspired as I was listening to "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" by Death Cab For Cutie

Scribbles on a Page

My chestnut hair blows
in the chilly wind
as I write the words
on this page.

Nothing fills my mind
but what will be inked
into this paper’s skin.

There may be truths,
lies, or maybe just
a story.

That’s the beauty of
writing.

Nothing must be real
but it is in your mind –
even if just for a second.

So here I’ll finish,
you need not read further,
for nothing is there.

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Written April 13th

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Urgh, this one's aaaaawful >.<

(Just) A Friend

You can tell,
but you’ve never made a move
you’re content as friends.

I love you, but
you choose to ignore it.
“Friends are safe,” you repeat.

I’ll continue on,
still smitten, but
you pretend not to know.

I can tell you feel different,
so I won’t waste my feelings or
words on you,
even if I so
desperately want to.

I love you,
but you continue on,
ignoring it, and
staying just a friend.

~ Inspired as I was listening to “About A Girl” by The Academy Is…

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Written April 14th.

A Paradise

Everyone dreams
of a fairytale ending
but it never happens.

People survive,
plodding on,
forgetting the reason to live,
but not realizing
they have.

It’s a place of Hell for most,
but a few will find
a paradise.

Most take in the well-known pleasures,
not understanding how
to appreciate everything
we’re gifted to have.

So we continue,
following the status quo
on what – and who –
to love and hate.

This is a place of Hell for most,
but a few will find
a paradise.

~ Inspired as I was listening to “Paradise” by Coldplay

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Written on April 15th.

The Seasons and You

Feather sway slightly in the breeze
just like the last time you were here.

The wind carries the scent
of fresh, new flowers,
spring is here.

The sun beats down across my back
just like the last time I thought of you.

The heat radiates all around me
as water dries quickly from the sidewalk.
Summer seems like it’ll never end.

Leaves create pretty patterns on the ground
just like the last time you lied to me.

There are twigs crunching beneath my feet
as I step through the cool forest.
Autumn is casting its spell.

Snow glistens on the ground
just like the last time you were alive.

It sits quietly, sparkling
as I walk through, my footsteps muffled.
Winter is your deathbed.

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Written April 16th

Knives

I hold the weapon in my hands,
weighing the decision I’m about to make.

My father and mother –
he drinks, she’s weak;
she’ll join me
on the Other side.

I have no friends,
not anymore, at least,
they took out their knives
and stabbed me in the back.

My love has left me,
holding their head up high
as they walked away,
my heart still fresh
and bleeding in one hand,
the bloody knife used to cut
it out in the other.

So, here I am now,
do I have the courage to do this?
I puff out my chest,
of course. I’ve never been a coward.

Now I raise my own knife
and slowly slide it below my palms.
the blood runs into the bathwater,
staining it pink, then red.

I bring my hand to my mouth,
there’s so much blood.

the taste of me fills my tongue as everything goes black.

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Written April 17th

My Only Variation

The frayed fabric
brushes against my feet.
Cars drive past in the distance,
there only for one noisy moment.

Birds call to each other
in the trees surrounding me.
A dry leave rattles below my
line of sight.

No one can find me here;
it is my hiding place,
my secret tree house.
I don’t know why anyone
would want to seek me out
anyway, though.

Everyone is too busy,
too busy for the fair-haired,
fair-skinned girl that I am.
I blend easily anywhere,
nothing about me stands out.
I am average.

But he tells me otherwise,
he shows me what makes me
different.

He tells me how I am
unique.

He notices how I am
beautiful.

Even now, as the blood continues
to stain my hands,
I lament what I’ve done.

My anger was the only quality
that I could tell made me different.

Did I mention his body,
laying next to me?

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Written April 17th

A Hug

Your friends will cheer you up
after you get a bad grade on that quiz.

Your crush will make your day
even after they’ve smiled and walked off.

Your parents say good bye
and kiss you on the cheek after squeezing you tight.

Your sibling comforts you
when no one else is there.

A hug can do wonders.

Think Of You

As the night falls now,
and it grows cold while
flowers close, I think of you.