Man in the Moon

I wonder if the Man in the Moon is like me, or the other way around.

Does he feel like I do? 

Does the Man way up in the sky have a soul mate?

Do I even have a soul mate? 

There are so many questions i'd like to ask him,

if I could.

I wonder if he can feel pain.

I wonder if, when the astronauts landed on his surface, it hurt him just a little.

I bet he tried to tell them that he didn't appreciate them standing on his face,

but they couldn't hear him.

How could they have known? 

He's just the "Man in the Moon." 

I wonder if he gets angry.

Does he express his frustration to the stars?

Or does he bottle it all up inside, 

like I do? 

I get the feeling that the Man in the Moon and I are more alike than we think.

I know this sounds strange, but it is often on my mind.

I think we all have a little piece of the Man in the Moon inside of us.

He feels, like we do.

He hurts, just like all of us.

He has outbursts of sudden anger, just like you and I.

He's no different than we are.

Think about it.

March Madness Mash-up. 2014

I shall be telling this with a sigh,

Just like moons and like suns.

My bones said, "Write the Poems."

It seems only yesterday I used to believe

What he feels for me.

And you were probably

The best reason I ever heard,

I want it to confirm.

I used to say,

"Do not go gentle into that good night",

And we were lost for ages.

When youth and blood were warmer;

the sky of the sky of a tree called life grew higher than the soul could hope

or the mind could hide,

And we would write letters to the ones we loved.

For everything that's lovely is

twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

to strike straight.

But I like it because it is bitter, 

because it would frighten you, 

hopelessly.

To think that all this time,

the loud voice is famous to silence,

that having once been told, we played along.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

WHEN I was one-and-twenty

my heart broke loose on the wind,

because I wanted so badly to return the favour,

and I didn't even learn to love.

Proving nature's laws wrong, 

we shall WALK with a WALK that is measured and slow,

realizing we had never actually been rescued.

But that's not all-

We wanted to GET OUT.

But we miss it every time.

And I am so relieved, so relieved- and a little disappointed.

Now, there is a pretty girl, 

lost out in the woods.

It was not always this way,

for bravery runs in MY family.

And so when your heart begins to beat,

stand still, yet we will make him run.

-I am nobody! Who are you?

-I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

And tonight is filled with rage,

it's too late,

"They won't last,"

With a heart made from the neck of a giraffe because

I want my love to be long 

long

long

long.

I remember.

I felt the life sliding out of me,

like a heavy load, 

drugged perhaps by the hum of a long afternoon.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

I've never really stayed in one place,

for life's not a paragraph

and death I think is no parenthesis.

And my soul keeps trying, trying

to be STRONG like that.

Like you.

And you fit into me

like a hook into an eye.

Space Camp Rough Draft

I never wanted to be an Astronaut, not once did I dream of being a Dentist. I never dreamt of being a Ballerina or a Singer, a Composer, a Teacher, a Dealer. No, I always dreamt of being something more.  Something bigger than what everyone else wanted as a child.. 

I didn't want to be the same as the other kids. The kids who played dress up and went Trick or Treating as a Princess or a Fireman because that's what they "wanted to be when they grew up." But it was really because that's what their parents picked out for them, because their friends thought it was "cool" and they should all be Princesses and Firemen. 

But now the girls go together as a big group of Lifeguards with shorts that are too short and the guys dress up as the Football Players they already are. They go with the crowd, they don't know what they want. They do what makes them "cool". 
Well, I know what I want.

 I've always known what I want, unlike any of you other high school kids. To the kids who have doubted me and my ability to succeed with what I want to be in life, just you wait and see. This is my space camp and I run the show. 

Your name looks like Jack Johnson

Everybody always tells me how much they love Jack Johnson

and it gets boring after a while.

Because I loved Jack Johnson, once upon a time.

Nobody loved Jack as much as I did, that's the truth.

I loved you.

I loved the way you would play Jack's songs in the car like they were your own, 

and I would always dream of making Banana Pancakes with you one day.

Because it was always rainy and there was never a need to go outside.

I loved you.

I still remember the day we met, sometime during your last year of High School.

And even though it wasn't anytime in early September,

it felt like it with you. 

You were my Jack Johnson.

I loved you.

I thought love was the answer for all of the questions in my heart,

but life happened and now we're here.

You're somebody else's Jack Johnson and i'm somebody's nobody.

I'm just glad that it's all understood.

I'll always love you, bud.

This one goes out to my best friend. You know who you are.

-Ruby

Fireplace

I don't know why I think about you anymore. 

I mean, yeah. I see you at school in the halls almost every day, 

And I think about you because I see you. 

But that's not what I'm talking about.

I think about you when I'm trying to fall asleep at night.

I think about you when 17 by Youth Lagoon is playing on repeat. 

I think about you when I have a craving for crepes, 

When I sit by a fireplace.

That's bolded because it was special to me.

And because my fireplace doesn't work worth shit. 

Point is, I can't stop thinking about you. 

And I can't stand it. 

I put 17 on repeat with the hope that it will lose it's meaning and 

become just another song that I find to be sorta rad. 

I have a recipie for crepes now because I don't need you 

to show me how to make them anymore. 

I can do it on my own.

I sit by other fireplaces, hoping that the heat from each one

will feel the same as your fireplace did

so that it won't have any special meaning to me. 

So that it won't keep me up at night with the thought of you. 

My mind is so worn out from thinking of you. 

If we took a look at my brain, all you would see are ashes. 

Ashes created by the thoughts of that stupid fireplace. 

I just wish my own damn fireplace would work. 

I'm done thinking of you. 

To Remember Forever; To Always Forget

I'll remember forever: you.

I'll always forget: us.

I'll always remember the nights spent gazing at the stars

I'll try to forget the feelings I had those nights.

I'll always remember the fireplace and how it warmed my frozen toes

I'll try my hardest to forget how you thought that was cute. 

That I was cute.

I will always and forever remember the times spent talking about our lives and the mistakes we had made,

I'll try really hard to forget what I told you about myself.

But you will never forget.

I will always remember the way you would stare at me, 

saying nothing at all, 

smiling all the while.

I'll try my best to forget the butterflies I got when you told me it was because I was beautiful. 

I'd like to try and catch them all and put them back in my stomach.

Maybe you can help me?

I'll always remember the time that I kissed you by my car for the very first time,

and how you were caught off guard.

But it was a good thing.

I really hope that I can forget how badly I blushed 

and how your lips tasted on mine. 

I'll always remember how I apologized for everything

even though I didn't really know what I was apologizing for.

I'll try to forget how mad it made me that I was the only one saying "sorry."

I'll try really hard with that one.

I'll always remember scrolling through her pictures on all the social networking sites that mess with my head,

and thinking to myself, "Wow. She's really pretty. He's lucky." 

I'll try so hard to forget how it felt like somebody had stabbed me in the heart. 

I think it will be good for me to forget.

I promise i'll try my hardest.

Because

I'll remember forever: you.

I'll always forget: us.

I told him I would paint this picture for him.

Don't even know why I did this.

I'm insecure about a lot of things, as I'm sure we all are. 

But if I told then all to you, it'd take too long. 

Maybe on another post. 

My head hurts now.

Bye.

Death

"A pale white face 

And deep set eyes

Your lips glued shut 

And hands by your thighs.

Your expression is painted 

Like a Victorian doll

Red lips, flushed cheeks

No expression at all.

You're dressed delicately

With flowers in your hair 

Your features absent of pain 

Sorrow and despair

The smell of rose lingers 

Mixed with decay

How beautiful you look

Now your life's slipped away."

Anonymous.

This poem is the poem I found when my best friends mom died

And I went to look in the casket, praying for it to be empty.

But it wasn't.

I sat in the corner and cried.

That part was worse than the service. 

Idk

Wrap me up in flowers
Strap me to a tank,
There is no peace in love or war
So please just let me sink. 

Loves of My Life

I love the sun.

I love seeing the tulips blooming in my yard.

I love to sweat while I pull weeds in the backyard.

Nobody likes to pull weeds. 

I love shutting out the loud voices of people

in the halls with my headphones and music.

I love getting more freckles on my face

even though I tell everyone that I hate them.

I secretly like them because they make me feel pretty.

And that's OK, right?

I love the boys who ask girls to dances

because they put themselves out there for the ones they like. 

Or even asking a girl because they know she's never been

and she really needs it. Those are my favorite boys. 

The nice boys.

I love my kitty cats because they love me no matter what. 

My sister and I plan on having 10 cats when we're older.

We'd pick cats over men any day. 

That was irrelevant

 but I felt like this post needed some humor. 

Even though half of you thought that wasn't even funny. 

Oh, well.

I love feeling the summer breeze on my face,

watching it whip my hair around.

I love to change things about my appearance. 

It makes me feel like a new person 

but my personality still remains.

I love warm blankets during the winter

because they remind me of the summertime.

I love watermelon.

As long as it's the seedless kind.

I don't like to spit out the black seeds.

I once ate 17 pieces of watermelon in Arizona

and I got a horrible stomachache afterwards.

Somehow, I still love it. 

I love the way he loves me. 

No need to elaborate.

I love the boy who played Peter Pan. 

I always wished I could be Wendy. 

Maybe I can shoot the Wendy Bird down..

I love music from movies.

Especially the ones with an orchestra. 

How to Train Your Dragon has the best soundtrack.

I love my little sister and how close we've become.

I might even get a tattoo of her birthday in Roman Numerals

when I turn 18. 

Maybe then my mom won't be so mad.

These are the loves of my life.

Fears of the Unknown

My fears are the following:

The monsters under my bed. Unlike Rihanna, the monsters and I are not friends.

Spiders. Whether you consider it an irrational or rational fear,

most of you will scream like the little girls you are when you find it to be hanging out in the bathroom stall with you.

The Future and what it holds for me. Will I get good grades like my older siblings and have the career I want?

Will I disappoint my professors, my friends, my parents?

My Parents. . The things they hold over my head, 

threatening to drop the blade on the guillotine at any second. 

The love they try to show me, 

the same love that I can see through so easily.

But fears can be conquered. 

And one day, I will conquer this particular fear, and I hope that my parents will do the same.

I hope that they can conquer the fear of losing their daughter. 

Just because she isn't Mormon.

I have a lot of fears, more than I can count.

If I tried naming them all, you'd be reading for hours. 

I'll spare your time. 

Peace.

"May I?" -Remy Raine

“I like your hair; 
May I play with it?
I like your eyes; 
May I penetrate them 
with mine?
I like your nose; 
May I nuzzle it?
I like your ears
; May I nibble them?
I like your lips; 
May I bite them,
gently?
I like your neck
; May I give it some
love bites?
I like your back
; May I leave a trail 
of kisses?
I like your arms
; May I squeeze each one
into a hug?
I like your hands; 
May I pull them to the
side of my face?
I like your chest
; May I rest my head 
on it?
I like your tummy; 
May I tickle it?
I like your legs; 
May I wrap mine 
around yours?
I like your feet
; May I use mine 
to play with them?
I like your heart; 
May I be in it?
I hope you like mine; 
You’re stuck in it”



I apologize, but I really enjoy Remy's poetry. It's another Tumblr thing.
I hope you'll understand, Nelson.

"When I Said Fragile" -Remy Raine

“Someday you’ll understand 
what I meant when I said that word


What I meant when I rested the palm 
of my hand on your chest and said, ‘Fragile’ 


What I wanted you to feel 
when I started to trace your eyebrows
with my fingers and said, ‘I like this’


What I wanted you to believe 
when I proceeded to trace the lining 
of your eyes and repeated, ‘I like this’

And how I continued with your 
nose and your lips, ‘I like this, I like this’

And how I gently passed your neck, ‘I like this’ 

And how my fingers stopped when they 
brushed your left chest again, ‘Fragile’

Someday you’ll understand 
what I had in mind when I said that word 


What burning desire I had for you to know
that I wouldn’t break your heart
like the others did in your past 


That I would never make empty promises


That you could trust me when I say 
the words, ‘I love you’


That I would take care of that delicate heart of yours

Someday you’ll understand 
how I felt when I said that word

How I was crying inside when I spoke it
 
How I felt the pain that you were denying
How I was determined to prove you wrong

How I would go through day and night for you

Someday you’ll understand 
my intention when I said that word


Why I said it even though I was more 
broken than you would ever be


Why I wasn’t willing to let you pay
for his and his mistakes 


Why I ignored my own pain 
and cried for you instead

 Someday you’ll understand
what I wanted when I said that word

What I wanted you to realize 
when I touched you there

To realize that I was ready to bleed for you

To bleed from the cuts on my fingers 
as I pick up the fragments of your heart
and make it whole again

Someday you’ll understand
why I left my hand there and said, ‘Fragile’


Why I didn’t want you to make love to me


That all I wanted from you 
was to let me love you


Even when I secretly wished that
you would fight for me too ”