No horns under your halo

In my eyes you are a goddess, you can do no wrong

You are surrounded by a golden light, you know all, you see all, you are perfect

In my eyes you are an angel

You have a halo on your head

In my eyes you are Spiderman

You are protecting everyone from the evil in our world

Your super spidy strength holds us up and your webs catch us before we fall

In my eyes you are the Fairy God Mother

You wipe my tears and hold my hand, then pick me up and set me on my own two feet

You help me on my way and then let me go

You are a thing of fairytales, little girls dream about you

In my eyes you are perfect

You are what I want to become

You are what I see when I look up loving in the dictionary

In my eyes you are forever the greatest

You brought me up to tell the truth, I cannot tell a lie

So just know that while you are not Zeus or Apollo or Demeter

In my eyes you are a goddess, you can do no wrong

Happy Mothers Day

Heartbeat

There is a tiny heartbeat resting on my chest

It is sleeping, depending on me to support it

it may not be my child but I love it like it is my little baby

It is depending on me to help it, to love it, and to hold it

I wish everything were set in stone so that I would always know what to do and say

I wish I could promise you that nothing will ever hurt you

But I can’t

So your tiny little heartbeat will have to beat right next to mine and trust that because I love you

Nothing will get in the way of me protecting you

That when you toss and turn from a bad dream I will always be there to pull you close and whisper

“I love you”

And when you start to cry just know that I cry because I hate to see you hurt

I love you

I will always be there

I will always find comfort when your little heartbeat lies next to mine

I will always be happy when your little tiny heartbeat mixes in with mine

I will always love you

You do not know my name

There are thousands of poems swirling in my head
they mix and change and flow to the river of my mind
but they don't translate to numbers and letters,
i can't express them with my keyboard,
I need crayons and heartbeats, hugs and smiles,
i need my tears and I need pounding footsteps on asphalt.
I can't read you my poetry because I'm not sure how it sounds,
it doesn't speak our language
it speaks mine
<3

This is my corner, no people allowed.

Jump and look with my eyes closed and my heart open. Squeeze my eyes shut and hope I don't fall to far. Let the world see my heart, all my wishes and dreams, and pretend I'm not scared to death. Try to let people in, try to let them know who I am, when it's so much easier to sit in the corner and read.
Hello, my name is Sophie, and I'm a sociophobiac.

Thoughts from and overtired mind

Yesterday today was tomorrow.
Tomorrow today will be yesterday.
Tomorrow someone may tell me something that will change the rest of my life.
Next week someone may tell me something that will change the world.
Someday, somehow, I will find out what's in store
I will discover whats to come
But right now, today is still today, and I have math homework to do.

Mountains and Molehills

My teacher gave me an “f on this poem. She told me I should be moving mountains not molehills and she should be crying out of pure joy and not because it pains her to read this piece of… well, you get the point.

I walked out of the room and ran into the bathroom, I stared at my face and willed myself to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. My face turned red and my gaze hardened and before I knew it I was standing in front of my English teacher. My mouth opened and words came out, and I’m not proud of what I did.

I stood there for minutes, then stomped my foot and yelled “Dammit, I wrote this poem for me not for you. This was a way for me to scream without opening my mouth, and you,

You

YOU

You glued the cap on my pen, broke the tip of my pencil, you sewed my heart shut, put a lock on my brain, you stabbed my words with a sword and threw them out. You killed my poem. I know what you want you want a rhyming piece of happy shit that tells you nothing about me and that I don’t care about, but it would make you smile because you’re not listening to my screams and my cries, you don’t care what happens, as long as in the grade book it goes down as an “A”. So next time you can have your happy crappy poem and I’ll remember to thank you in my acceptance speech when I get published for kicking me to the ground and breaking my pen.

I had another pen in my backpack. Ha ha ha

"Me" is seeping through my seams

"Sit and write a letter. Pour your heart and soul onto the paper. Then tear the paper from the corner downwards. Rip the words that are your thoughts, the words that were your ideas, rip the words that were yours, then throw them out and forget. "
My shrink told me it would make me feel better.
What he failed to mention was that by pouring me onto paper by putting emotions into words that the small, fragile piece of paper would become me. And when I ripped the paper I'd beripping me.
I ripped myself from the corner downward. "Me" flowed from the seams that my maker pieced me together with, "me" flowed from the cracks that my maker failed to fill.
Then I ripped through my middle and out fell my heart. It rolled into the sewage drain.
I watched it fall and watched me bleed. I watched me fall apart and break and crack. I watched tears flow from my fingertips because my eyes were broken. I watched love pulse through me even though my heart was gone.
I felt myself rebuild, the cracks filled, the seams fit back together, and there I stood.
Why do we let ourselves be fixed when we know we'll break again?
Simple, because we love. I love you even when you dont love me. I love even though I know that someday this love will break me so badly that the pieces wont fit back together.
But someday is not today.
Even though loving may rip my heart out and not give it back, I know that without a heart love simply flows. It takes over the veins, arteries and organs and just flows. It will flow through every crack, seep through your seams, and even without a heart you will love.
So rip my heart out, tear it to pieces, but I'll never stop loving.
No, I'll never stop loving you.