Possibly Poems

Hello over there! I love writing poetry. I have a dream of becoming a writer! I hope that my poetry makes you feel like you're not in this world all alone.

[sugarandnails]

You Should Be A Crime

You should be a crime

And I would love to watch you put your hands in the air and get caught

That’s not true, no,

I just want your time

I would like to watch you struggle to open locked doors

You’d fight and fail to maim the doorframe

No,

I just want to be yours

I hope you age like fine wine

Slow and always with such grace

Yes,

I just want you to stay, my silly valentine

I want to be with you while you shine

You’ll always shine; you're the shooting star of my life

Yes,

I just want you to be mine

[sugarandnails]

Tiramisu

I met a women named sue

She had ladyfingers that created the best of messy handwriting

And she drank coffee

She was guiding me

And she was sometimes Tyranny sue

But I loved that she knew, what she was doing

When she mentioned that she was leaving

She saw into my eyes and saw the tear in me

Sue…oh Sue

After she was gone

She caused a hole,

A tear in me Sue

[sugarandnails]

Working The Night Shift

People think I'm lazy

But I'm awake for the same amount of time they are

I am just awake and asleep at a different time

They see me sleeping all day

But that’s because I'm awake all night

They say the early bird gets the worm

But what if I happen to consider myself the worm?

Not only that but…

The second mouse gets the cheese

I'm nocturnal

Either that or I was meant for the other side of the planet

But I do like seeing the stars

Street lights and few cars

It’s nice to be unbothered

By anyone really

Daytime people

Won’t understand the mood

Of Ziggy Stardust or the Dark Side of the Moon

Only Spacetime Oddities

Know about the secret societies

That only meet in the night,

Only to mess with the forces

Of the good, the bad, and the gravity

Along with pronking springboks  

[sugarandnails]

Light Flickering

Light flickering

Reminds me of where I live

It’s annoying

But that’s just how it is

It makes it feel like more of a horror movie

And I know that there are monsters under the bed

I consider it camping

Yet it’s just life

It will carry on even if I can’t see the stars,

Swirling in time

Above my head,

A universe that I cannot touch

My mind

Is a strobe light

And I feel a bit dizzy

It’s a bit too much to take in, again

My heart is light with carbon dioxide

The candle a flickerin within

And I'm scared that

I can smell the smoke of the future

[sugarandnails]

One Summer Night

One summer night

With my brother

Blowing up balloons and letting them fly

Mom came outside

Time to go inside

Time to take a bath

Time to go to bed

No thanks

She says that I haven’t taken a bath in a few days

She also says I have dirt all over my legs,

Like it’s a bad thing

She asks me if I like being dirty

I respond with a yes

I like the feeling of the cracked dry dirt on my legs

Chipping off with time

I ended up taking a bath

And I felt like I had lost some of myself

I was too clean to be me

I guess, I’ll have to start again tomorrow

[sugarandnails]

I Am Mother Nature’s Daughter

He may destroy my beauty

As he makes his dirty mark on the world

Which he believes he owns

 He may scar me and pave over me

Twist and yank me to make me do what he wants

He can get under my grass dress

 But oh

What he does not know

 When I fall asleep

In my bed of moss

I can hear spirits whisper in my ear

 I dream of warriors dancing around a fire

And it makes Wounded Bird feel protected

Knowing that I belong to mother nature

 And that she never quits

She just keeps coming

Though she may be slow

 I can see her rock cracking strength

Her ability to sink boats,

And create typhoons, tornados, tidal waves, tragedies and tsunamis

 The way she grows and heals

And always takes back the steering wheel

And I ask for the universe to be nice to me

[sugarandnails]

Metal People

Why aren't the metal people melting in this heat

Why am I still out here? It's because I can smell sand and salt 

And the heat reminds me of summer

Although

I am questioning what in the world am I doing The birds chirping

The traffic

The anxiety It feels like a good day

For the beach and nothing else To get your feet burned in the sand

And the sharp feel of shark water But I'm here on an uncomfortable park bench

Made to look like a place to sit

Made to be uncomfortable So much for the brick and concrete, cars and calc I could have drove home and be arriving there now

But why would I want to be there Have I become one of the metal people

Just here watching the other people I guess not quite yet

Because I can feel the human slowly dripping from the pits

[sugarandnails]

This Cannot Be Natural

I want to stay

Cradled in between

Sweetly smooth melodies

Where I let my fingers go wandering freely

Humming the notes

That I did not take during calculus class

The reason was that I was busy dreaming of an impossible life

That’s what happens to me

When I feel stuck in between the bars without a single key

My signature move of not paying attention,

To the epsilon-delta definition of a limit

And honestly, I might have just found my mathematical limit of brain power

The tone of my voice has gotten beaten down

I cannot learn at this fast tempo

For the next bunch of weeks, I'm stuck with the strings attached

I try to simply count it out but it doesn’t add up

I don’t know how to measure

The slope of my own tangents

I put my signature on a piece of paper that says

This summer class requires a ton of deadication or it could easily result in failure

And now I feel

The sharp pain

That makes me fall flat

On my back

I can feel the anxious vibrato

Building up in my hands

Maybe I need a rest

This cannot be natural

[sugarandnails]

New Neighbors

Sweep sweep

I can hear you sweeping at 11 at night

And I like it

I felt like I was the only awake at this time in the world

All alone

Trying to figure out how the world works

But your bristles whispered a sweet lullaby to my ear

And it sang of frustration and hard work

And the classic evil shadows that lurk and try to get to me

The only one left

To feel the weight of the unknown variables

Trying to make sense of my senseless senses and poorly formed sentences

Shweep shweep

Maybe you are nesting

Maybe I want to be resting and in bed

I bet the garage light is on while you sweep

And I bet it looks warm

From my calculated cold point of view

[sugarandnails]

End Of A Line

When you come to the end of a line

I suggest you walk it carefully

Walk it as fearfully as you would a plank of a ship

It’s like an edge of a cliff

Walk to the edge of the unknown and take a leap

There could be words at the bottom to catch you

Let the words draw the line there

Or let the words take you out on a tightrope

In the end it just comes down to the wire

Are you daring enough to cross the line?

[sugarandnails]

I’ve Been Wronged

A bit of white on blue isn't

A tad quite all white

All I see is white

A pure, Christian shade of white A white expanding cloud

A white page

An unknown

Anonymous An

Anxiety

Attack

And a loss of godliness Honestly it became a sharp

Hue of

Hatred

How did it come to this... "Hi" I say to my friend

He says it was a

Hit and run

However I Have to try not to

Hyperventilate through this

Hiccup. Why did this have to

Happen. Now my car has a Scarlet letter, but I am getting

Help to hammer out the dents

I only wish I could have frozen

Time

[sugarandnails]

Hair

I remember when I could run my fingers through my hair

And end up with a concerning amount of hair in my hand

Luckily I have thick hair so it wasn’t noticeable

I didn’t have much control

Over my body and what it was doing

And I felt frustrated over my hair

It turns out that when your body is worried about survival

It will neglect your hair and fingernails

I find it ironic that those two things will appear to grow after you’re dead

Anyways, I remember getting chubby cheeks

From steroids

And I felt ugly for not knowing who I was at 13

Then I grew my hair out really long

Since it seemed like the longer your hair was,

The cooler you were when it came to the strange rules of the popularity of high school girls

I grew my hair and started to feel as if I could hide behind it

As if I could hide my depression behind it and act like it didn’t exist

But I also remember how heavy with water it would get when I showered

So I had the idea of cutting it

Short

And decided to write my own rules for the popularity of misfits

And now my hair is getting longer

In a way I like it and in another I hate it

But what does a girl’s hair mean anyway?

[sugarandnails]

I Got Worried

You should be worried about yourself

And yet you're worried about me

Even though you were in the ER the other day and still don't feel good

You worry about me staying up too late

And tell me, before you go to bed

To make sure that I don't stay up too late

When you're the one who is cold

You come to me with a pile of blankets

Even though it is you who is cold

And the same for when you're hungry

You come to me to ask if I'm hungry

Even if you know that I just ate

You worry about me choosing to walk alone

At night and in the dark

And you make me carry a flashlight because it makes you feel somewhat better

You turn the lights on

So that when I get home late from school

I am welcomed by light

And when I found out with morning confusion

That you were in the ER

That was when I got worried about you

[sugarandnails]

Looking Back

Looking back I realize that

With the great irony

They were exactly what they warned us about

I made it out

By hiding my emotion

So no one had any idea what I was actually thinking

The last time

Tasted unusual

Playing like a surreal movie in my head

Walking into the arms

Of the people

They told me rumors about and yet I'm now doing better than I ever have

I'm here

Knocking down the walls

That held in so many peoples stories that I had no idea about

The hard look

I got with my degree

Made me want to scream but, man, too bad we never did

[sugarandnails]

I Stay Up At Night

I stay up at night wondering

If you like me too

I have tried to let thoughts of you go

I don’t ask because I'm not ready for the answer of, no

I remember that time

We stared into each others eyes

Between both pairs of our blue eyes blinking

Were you thinking what I was thinking?

Probably not

You're far too perfectly professional

I know I'm quite

Silly for dreaming about this turning out right

Part of me wants to leave our story off here

Rather than adding the flames to the fire

And you’ve had enough space and time to let

You forget

What being together was like…

Living what life had to offer in only fairytales

With the guidelines of never to kiss,

Only to miss

I was defenseless against

Knowing that finding another one like you will be practically impossible to do

Dancing with each other, only metaphorically, while making up our own constellations

All because of our catch-22 situation

I don’t know about you, but I remember that time

You sat so close in front of me

We touched at clothed knees

From just that I could feel the electricity

I can feel your love wearing off

As you have begun forgetting me

Wearing off like a good view

Always happens to do

[sugarandnails]

Sleeping With My Thoughts

I’d rather stay up at 2 in the morning

With my thoughts

Rather than sleeping with them

I'm not that intimate with my thoughts

They do not belong

In my bed

In my sheets

In my being

But alas I'm too sensitive

And weak

They are aggressive

And addictive like the warmth of alcohol

Exhaustion tries to seduce me

But I refuse

I know I cannot hold them off forever with the cane

Until they all break free

To slowly and comfortably lull me

Into my nightmares

To wake up in a sweat all hot and bothered

Shaking and shaking

[sugarandnails]

You Knocked My Walls Down

You managed to knock down my walls

Which in itself

Is an impressive task

You knocked them down

And now I'm left in this deserted wasteland

Of thoughts

I look around

At the angry graffiti

That I am not proud of

I've built Berlin Walls

Around myself

And it's a fresh feeling having them knocked down

But I'm scared

Of the creepers

And the things that live in the shadows of the trees

You knocked my walls down

And now all that’s left is

Me