truth

Rollercoaster

Life has a habit of beating one down

From any highs that it happens to throw your way

It’s indeed like a roller coaster

With highs and lows and 

Unexpected loops 

And different

Speeds

Some 

Flip you upside-down

While others 

Do not

Except in life when the tracks come down

From a peak that makes you feel 

Like you’re on top of the world

It throws you into the ground

Makes you pick up the pieces and rebuild

Before the next peak

Which, just like a roller coaster

Is over far too soon

 

To be properly enjoyed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hello esteemed reader

I am always looking to better my writing and thus urge anyone who reads this to let me know what they think about it

Cheers,

T.

I am not an Egotist

I’m not an egotist,


Like the speaker,


In “Song of Myself”,


I’d rather be a transcendentalist.


 

I’d like to be taught,


By Mother Nature,


Since this is the best way,


To nurture each thought.


 

But when it comes to your love,


I forget the words above!

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Apothecary

Located  deep within the bounteous and 
fruitful Ambrosia of my medullas' oblongata,
resides my naked imagination 
  -Feast you on my Dreams 
and tighten your meaty fist
around your delicate golden spoon.
 -Inflame you on my embers
your passion 
purged like the immortal icor
now webbing through your dry veins..
Till the sapless shroud collapses
and scatters into the dry desert sand.

a blind and thoughtless tongue
forages recklessly across
your chin..
the last drop
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I will Not Say…

I will not say,


The day is not far away,


When I will reach the moon,


With you soon.


 

I will not say,


I will give my life away,


For you only,


Since it will be sheer idiocy.

 


I will not say I will bring the stars for you,


Since absolutely unfeasible it is to do.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written from the perspective of a very smart, materialistic and selfish lover.

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searching for one's self

Searching for one's true self,  is it fame, is it wealth?
 
A jack of all trades, yet a master of none... 
 
Forever searching in life, for what he can become...
 
he dreams of having 'it all', with many big houses, as wide as they are tall... 
 
The mind continues to search...frantic to find, just one place in life where he will have piece of mind... 
 
How long will the search continue until he feels content, alongside the dreams he struggles to pay rent... 
 
he adds focus to the destination rather than the journey, he misses all the little things that make us wake early...
 
Life is all about experience rather than status, he thinks only of money, his soul on hiatus...
 
If he would only Stop the race and take a second to see, we get one life and it's simply about you and me... 
 
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Author's Notes/Comments: 

first poem I have written, feedback very WELCOME!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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Taken-Away



He took away something I could never get back

The innocence of a child now self esteem is what I lack

I was only 7 or 8 how was I supposed to know?

I never knew someone could do something so low

Thinking back on it now I wondered why did I let him touch me

Was "no" and kicking not enough to get him off me?

I told him "no," mom I told him "no" like you always taught me 

Why didn't he stop mom? I said "NO!" Why couldn't he let me be?

To him I was just a stumpy still tree 

He took away something deep

My mind, some nights I couldn't sleep

But I'm stronger now and more confident in myself

I won't let this guy take my stress or my health

I've never told anyone this and I probably never will

Part of me feels guilty, maybe if I had it would of stopped the chills

But now I'm 21 and I'm starting to see

That NOT everything was taken away from me

I REFUSE to let this man take anymore from me

The innocence of a child is ALL it will ever be.

I am still a Virgin, something I hold on to with all my heart

I plan to be, till the day I walk down the isle with my future sweetheart 

People wonder why I don't like being touched?

They call me prude and judge but I don't nudge

The simplest thing, like holding hands I couldn't even do

And that's all yes, yes because of YOU!

No one knows or truly understands

Why I would never take anyone hand in hand 

People say I come off strong and confident, in my head I say "if you only knew" 

That it was all a facade behind something SO TRUE 

But now I can finally say that this facade has turned to truth

I'm starting to leave everything that happened in my youth.

Someone once told me, "never regret, if it's good, it's wonderful, if it's bad, it's an experience."

So I'm taking that as a bet

I'm starting to face my past without regret 

Because if it didn't happen I wouldn't have worked up the courage to be up here

Speaking with words that are so sincere.

Richard Bach once said "what the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly" 

My translation is that I'm transitioning to a new beginning and moving on from the past 

Its not the end but a new beginning at last

I like to end things on a good note

So here is one of my favorite quotes 

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've never had anyone read any of my poems before, this is my first one that I have posted, let me know what you think! This is a poem about me and it is all true.

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An unconventional love poem

Girls say they are looking for the right man, but they look right through me.

 

They say there want someone with similar interests, but they never want to get to know me.

 

So many have come and gone, and they don't know that by pushing me aside, they have taken a part of me. 

 

They take one look at me. 

That's it.

One look.

 

They see someone who enjoys and plays sports, but they immediately think typical jock.

 

They see someone who majors in a word they can't understand and they immediately think nerd.

 

But if they would have sat down and talked with me, they would know the truth.

 

That, yes, I've played sports, but I'm a little shy. 

 

And don't have tons of friends, I'm a close friend kind of guy.

 

Baseball and football are how I pass my time.

 

Heck, I rarely write poems and make them try to rhyme.

 

I've only been horseback riding once, but I would go again, I'll even go again for a date.

 

I feel uncomfortable at big parties, but with close friends, I will stay up late.

 

I spend some time playing video games.

 

But that's just because I love competition. 

 

That last line didn't rhyme. Oh well. It's my poem. I can do what I want.

 

They don't know that I will give them everything I can.

 

I'll be their man.

 

Who holds them tight. Every night. 

 

But I know we'll argue, and once and a while fight.

 

But after it's said and done. I will continue to treat you like the princess you are.

 

It's funny how people always say "don't judge a girl by what's on the outside, but what in the inside."

 

But to be completely honest with you. Both sexes do the same thing.

 

We see someone who isn't drop dead gorgeous and we automatically dismiss them.

 

How do you know he doesn't like the same music, food, movies, sports, art, or interests?

 

You don't. But guess what. He loves everything you do. 

 

And because he wasn't what your physical appearance of Prince Charming, you may have just passed up a better soulmate than the one you end up with. 

 

I sit here at night, and I think of a girl. 

 

A girl who I've spilled my heart and soul out to. 

 

A girl who I believe is perfect for me and I believe I am for her. 

 

She's currently searching for "the one"

 

I know her interests, but she doesn't know mine.

 

Cause she sees that I'm not the kind of guy every girl flocks to.

 

I don't want to get into specifics so I'll keep the message more general. 

 

So when people talk about how guys don't treat girl by their feelings instead of their looks. 

 

Girls, you do the same thing. 

 

Think about the friend you have who always says "Hi, how are you doing today." 

 

And instead of just saying "Hi" and killing the convo.

 

Why don't you ask him how his day is going. 

 

Maybe one day your lives will be doing the same thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It rhymes in some parts and doesnt in others. I wrote this in 20 mins, basically spilling out my feelings about the topic. 

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Significant other

My significant other is more like insignificant keeping me completely bent out of the norm rather it's during his storm of rage or during his calmness on the flipped page my significant other chooses to remain keeping me caged up like I'm good for nothing when he puts up a front for others, blinding them to his bluffing....

Ahhh the key to how he lures others in close enough to transform their shine into being dimmed. As I could never forget his grin of enjoyment of tearing down what he pretended to being meant....

He is the one dent in my life permanently and 100% devoted to terminate me. Pain, sickness, teary eyed, exhausted and hungry would not make a difference.... responses always was well, but, after, I promise, and next time as he stood in front of me, starring into my eyes briefly yet bluntly. The significance of another can possibly turn to be insignificant, sickness, and an brutally event to never forget.

                                                                                          Marcelina Flores

                                                                                         -April 17th, 2014-

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The Vanilla Bean Ice Cream Clan

Once upon a time in a far away land,

An ice cream Queen led the Vanilla Bean Clan.
Their containers were generally purple and blue,
Still, no one, but no one really knew,
If the Vanilla Bean Clan’s flavor was true.

You see, their lids were cast from forged steel. 
A welded ring formed an impenetrable seal.
With no window or door for the curious to explore,
No one really knew their flavor for sure.


The Queen’s edict, ruled the land, 
No one, but no one, in her clan
Shall ever remove their lid, for if they did,
The penalty was death by thaw,
For those who did and those who saw. 

 

Once upon a day in this far away place,
A teen brought upon the kingdom disgrace,
He replaced his lid with cellophane, his flavor plainly seen,
This ice cream teen was butter pecan, not vanilla bean.
No one but no one should have a cellophane screen! 
And if that weren’t enough to disgrace the Queen, 
His container was not purple and blue, but breen.

 

The legislature worked quickly to outlaw breen, 
Before the child was brought before the angered Queen,
To answer for violating the rule of the land,
And for the secondary charge of “butter pecan.”
Before sentencing the boy to die, 
The Queen asked one question, “Why?”
To whit the eloquent teen did reply:

 

“I beg you great Queen, hear my plea,
My Queen, My Queen, how beautiful are thee, 
Your container and lid are for all to envy,
The only thing that could rival such perfection,
Is your inner Flavor that I can only imagine, 
Although never seen, I accepted this as true,
But hope you will share your flavor with me
as I have shared my butter pecan with you."

 

The Queen responded before a packed hall 
Of pint sized dignitaries and peasants and all, 
Conspiracy to "off a lid" is a capitol offense,
Wishing to see my flavor is not a defense,
I am beautiful and he is not,
So offing my lid was his jealous plot!
His fate was sealed when he was caught!
Throw the revolutionary into the melting pot.

 

As the boy melted into butter pecan stew, 
He screamed out to the Queen, what he now knew,
I see! … I see! … I see you!

 

Although the Queen’s lid was still securely intact,
Her vanity and in-ice-creamity were indefensible facts. 
Her flavor was now keenly known. 
One might think she would be overthrown, 
But one would be wrong now and then, 
For no one took their lid off ever again.
No one, but no one in the Vanilla Bean Clan,
Wanted to end up like butter pecan.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is meant to represent the idea of an authority tell people who they are and who they should be, and punishing people for exploring and embracing their individualism. Although the Vanilla Bean Queen refuses to let you see the true of herself directly, the true of her is nonetheless exposed through her actions (i.e., "I SEE YOU").