Now while I wholly consider myself as a writer, I've never really been a poet. That's not to say that I haven't dabbled in poetry from time to time (no matter how bad it is when I look at it later). So in the spirit of getting my work out there, I thought it would nice to share with you all some poetry I've written. Some are new and others have emerged from the depth of high school. Either way, enjoy :)

1.Opposite Ends of the Library

They’re at opposite ends of the library

A silent greeting passed between the two

She doesn’t know, but he’s watching her

Stealing glances when she’s not looking

Soaking in the way she walk

Swinging her hips from side to side

The way her brow wrinkles when she reads

As if trying to decipher life’s mysteries

And The way her eyes spark with concentration

Every time her friends speak

He’s watching from afar

Just soaking in all that she is

He doesn’t know, but she’s watching him

Stealing glances when he’s not looking

Soaking in the way that he twirls the pen in his hand

As if it’s a skill that’s long been mastered

The way he laughs when his friends crack a joke

As if it’s the funniest thing in the world

And the way his eyes wrinkle

Every time he smiles

She’s watching from afar

Just soaking in all that he is

The bell rings

Secret glances are stolen

Just one last glance

Before each shuffles out

Only to return tomorrow

To steal glances

From opposite ends of the library

2. Oh But How She Melts in His Arms

She is a stubborn mind
Wit as sharp as a knife
Tongue poised to cut and kill

3.I Still Dream of What Those Words Could Be

My friend once told me that she saw me falling in love with a writer.

She told me that she could not picture me with someone

Who just couldn’t understand what words meant to me

How words often took place of the things I could never say

Tongue tied and lost in translation

Because my mouth could never move as fast as my hand

Capturing the words that whiz through my mind

She told me she saw me on my wedding day

All dressed in white

A smile that light would the world

And my eyes red from laughing so hard tears stained the corners

My husband would rise from the table

Giving to me the words trapped in his heart

Until a pen set them free.

4.Even When She Walked Away

She Loved him
But she knew she shouldn’t

He Loved her
But didn’t think he deserved her

They push and pull away
Only to tear down their own walls
Baring the ugly scars
Wrapped around their hearts

She shook mountains
Ready to claw her way to him
And he almost got buried in the rubble

She walks away
Haunted by the damage she’s done
The blood staining her finger tips
Unable to face those she did it all for
Unable to face him

He let her
Unable to deny her the peace she sought

Oh but how he loved her

How he loved her

5.But Maybe That's Exactly What She Should Be

She was heartbroken
Haunted and alone
The blood on her hands
Staining everything red
She became death
Killing friends and foes alike

Yet there he was
A man with the galaxy on his cheeks
A bright star among the sea of red
Careful words and open arms
Welcoming her home

She crept closer
The soil beneath her feet
Decaying with each step she took

She stopped
The smile slipping from his lips
Getting lower and lower
With each step she takes back
A step for a life she took
A heart she broke
a tear she cost

Because maybe
She didn’t deserve a home
Maybe she didn’t get
A happy ending
Maybe she was the villain
Of this story

So she walks away
Aways from his open arms
And begging eyes
Away from the promise of joy
Away from him

She was heart broken

Haunted and lonely

I would like to take a moment to just say that while my poetry tends to lean on the darker side (along with a lot of my writing if I'm being honest here) I'm not actually this depressing in reality. But hey, you know what they say, heartbreak is the inspiration for most artists.