Graphic Poetry

You pretend
you’re sorry.
& I pretend
words can mend.

But you’re not
& they don’t
& I
never cared
much
for make believe.

So we look away
& talk
about
the
weather
& pretend
we’re still strong.

"
— graphicpoetry

The Color Orange

I never thought the color orange

Mixed well with purple

Until I saw the sky on the night you died

From that day on I vowed

To never follow the rules of logic

To know that all questions

Don't always have answers

Not everything matches up

How one plans

The sands of time

Fall faster everyday

And who's to say

I can't draw my own conclusions?

This illusion called Life

Is just confusion and hype

And I'm tired of missing you...

SIfting through memories

I don't want to forget

Regret fills my head

And what's the last thing you said?

"Don't hesitate to call,

Let me know how you're doing."

Gluing the past to a string

Assuming you'd be there in the spring!

But I haven't deleted your phone number...

I'm still waiting on your call

Hating myself for creating this wall

And I'm counting on you to pull through

Give me something to hold on to

Cause I'm not letting go yet...

Letter #3

Dear Darrell,

I've been thinking a lot about you lately. Well, I always think about you... But more often recently. I miss you. Just a few weeks ago I went to Wagner to play Sunday basketball and I saw Dustin and Trish =] DJ has been really busy with Acalanes so he couldn't come. I missed them. I really feel like they're part of my family, no matter how long we go without seeing each other. I'm coaching Orinda Magic this year! Remember when you told me after I graduate I could help you coach? Well here I am, I would never leave you guys! I'm coaching with Katie B!
We played Stockton last Monday, and got killed by 40! I played better my sophomore year than I did last week... That should show you how basketball has been going for me since you left. Friday is my senior night and I don't even want to play. It's not right that you're not going to be there with me. We had a plan, Darrell! We had a plan with no back up because this wasn't supposed to happen! I need you here!
My mom's getting married this summer. She's gotten a lot better and we're getting closer. Thank you so much for being there for me when everything happened my sophomore year. I don't know what I would have done with out you and your family. You're always going to be my home away from home.
I hope where ever you are, you're happy. Don't worry bout us down here, we're all making it. SOme days are a lot harder than others, but we learn to put one foot in front of the other and keep going. You would make us run if we even thought about giving up =]
I miss you, D. Rest In Paradise,
-Lauren

This Girl Makes Me Feel Like Putty

I wrote this in May of 2009 and I JUST found it so I wanted to post it =] I think it's one of my better poems. Here it goes...


This girl makes me feel like putty
Like playdough in the hands of a third grader
Like "someone please tell me why I'm acting this way"
But it's okay.
Go ahead.
She can shift me,
Split me,
Tear me up and mold me in two
'Cause I'd rather spend my time morphing into forms only she can create
Instead of cloning myself like the rest.
Our society is in denial.
We've barely gone an inch when we need to move miles
Dial up God and tell him we're vile
'Cause the people our kids are looking up to
Are the same ones our parents told us never to become.
So break me in pieces and throw me in the ocean
So I can change with the tide
And when the moon pulls I want you to push
Because you're the only one who can save me.
Bathe me in your tears so I can grow as a part of you
And apart from them.
Melt me with your breathe on my neck like the sun does,
Like time does,
Like your heartbeat singing me to sleep on the nights the sheep just won't do
And the stars are too tired to shine.
Cover me in the blankets of your body
And sheild me from this world,
Cause girl,
I'm too small to be heard
And too weak to be on my own
But you build me up and hold my hands
And I'm looking both ways before crossing the street.
I swear the concrete cracks beneath my feet every time I take a step forward
But I'm not slowing down,
This town can't cage me in because the faster I move
The faster I get to you and the faster I get to you
The stronger I feel.
Seal up the body bag that holds in my ghost
And the skeletons I kept in the corner of my closet have gone away
As if to say they approve and can move onto the grave.
I come in every color so you'll never get bored.
And you can mix me together like a painter
And I'll paint you a sunrise
'Cause everyone knows that when the sun sets it's forced to say goodbye
And 'm not setting on you so don't say goodbye yet.
In the morning I'll rise with the sun
And cover your face with yellow warmth
And I promise you won't get burned...

A Moment

To be at a moment of creating is to experience a moment of creation,

To think of a good creation one must have had many a moment,

To think just for a moment that I could create myself, my moment,

Or to think we are only here for a moment,

To use that moment to think a moment to create many a moment,

To take a moment to have the best moment,

Yes, it could be that moment that propels us to the next...

Always Learn Poems By Heart

"‘Always learn poems by heart,’ she said. ‘They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay.’"
— Janet Fitch


"Fate is like a strange unpopular restaurant filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like."
— Lemony Snicket


“The pattern still remains on the wall where darkness fell,
& it’s fitting that it should, for in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin, or the day that I grow old,
my life is made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled.”
-Simon & Garfunkel


"I wake up, it’s a bad dream, no one on my side.
I was fighting, but I just feel too tired to be fighting,
guess I’m not the fighting kind."


"Tell everybody waiting for Superman
that they should try to hold on the best they can.
He hasn’t dropped them, forgot them or anything,
it’s just too heavy for Superman to lift."