That One Word

Do you ever get that prompt,
The “one word people would use to describe you”?
I get it too often, and I think
It is the stupidest question.
I know it’s purpose,
To find your strongest trait, but
It shouldn’t matter what others think of you.
For the sake of the simple minded,
However,
We’ll humor them.
We’ll play their pathetic little game
They pretend isn’t transparent.
Now where to begin?
Smart, for one,
Funny, compassionate?
How about honest,
Forgetful, shy?
What one word encompasses me?
The walking dictionary I am,
There must be one,
There’s a word for everything!
So I sit, and I puzzle
In the infinite meaning
Of this empty question
Until I find the only word I know
Will fit the bill.
The one that means I make mistakes, but
I learn from them.
That I care for others, but
I watch out for myself.
I’m not at all like the billions of others, yet
Just enough
Where I can find ones to share my life with.
Unique, complex, flawed, beautiful, selfish, giving,
The black and white in a world filled with grey.
Five letters,
For those simple minded people
Who just won’t understand it.

Human.

What word are you?

The Hurricane

You walked into my life
Like it was nothing.
Like your very presence
Wouldn’t change the way I function.
But it did.
You smiled your easy smile,
Talked your smoothest, and
Set me on fire.
The flames licked my cheeks pink and
Melted my knees.
You breezed your way into my heart,
A hurricane in my veins,
A storm of emotion that I never had.
You made me a better person,
Put light in my soul
That spilled from my lips every time I spoke.
I couldn’t help but fall hopelessly, effortlessly, irreversibly
In love with you.
You didn’t know I would
When you walked into my life
Like it was nothing.
Yet you set me on fire,
A hurricane in my veins
That set a light in my soul
That made me shine.
You made me shine.

The Hate

The Hate burned like fire
Through her veins.
It scorched her arteries
And turned kindness to ash.
She spat acid words
At those who crossed her,
At those who had the nerve
To love her.
She allowed her hate to permeate her skin
In a harsh perfume
That drove away all that got close
Due to it’s acrid odor.
As much damage as the Hate did
To the people that touched the girl,
As much as it scalded the skin, and
Made the eyes water,
It did so much worse to the girl.
At ate away holes in her.
It tore away her flesh from her bone,
Her heart from her chest,
Her humanity from her soul.
The Hate ate and ate at the girl, it’s vessel,
Until there was nothing left to claim.
Until the corpse that was left
Was as alone as it could be.
The Hate killed the girl,
Although she remained
Very
Very
Much alive.

The Rain Dance

The rain drummed against the windows,
Begging me to come outside.
It pummeled it’s little fists
Against the glass,
Calling softly my name.
I smiled,
Set down my book, and
Rose.
Dawning nothing but
A sundress
I waltzed out
To meet the fellow dancers.
The downpour drenched me
Even through the bone, but
The coolness awoke a fire in me.
I spun in the rain,
As it extinguished my fear but
Ignited my confidence.
I laughed,
I cried,
I felt.
I wandered to the edges of the earth,
Spun across oceans,
Leapt over mountains.
I danced until I couldn’t breathe,
Then fell to the grass.
I closed my eyes, and
Let myself be cleansed with the earth.
The rain stopped pleading for my attention
As it slowed to a drizzle and
Moved on
To change another life.

Not Everyone Matters

You either fit in, or risk standing out.
That’s what society’s all about.
About cookie cutter, what’s out and what’s in,
With individuality, where do introverts begin?
With their ways that are different than those mainstream,
What can their special interests mean?
That they are picked right out of the crowd,
They are meant to cower instead of feel proud.
And so this is to you, not the formers but the latters,
You’re not like everyone?
Not everyone matters.

I Left It

My best friend posted this idea for a poem on her blog, and it gave me an idea for mine. If you’re interested in reading her rendition or any of her other heartfelt posts, here she is.

Without further ado, here is mine.

I Left It

I left it,
Wet with unshed tears and
Aching with neglect,
Deep inside my soul
Where my other failures lie.
A lost love,
A bad grade,
A forgotten friend,
All shoved into a trunk
In the darkest corner
Of my subconscious.
I left it
In a futile attempt
To pretend it never happened.
I left it
In a futile attempt
To pretend I was better.
But I wasn’t.
I am now, though.
I’m stronger,
Braver,
More confident
Than I was then.
I am a better person now.
So every so often,
I open my trunk
Just to make sure
That it’s still there,
Right where I left it.

My Motive

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All great things,
I suppose,
Should start with a motive.
An intention,
Whether it be to give your best
Or your worst,
To accomplish a goal,
Or to make your mark,
To change things,
To invent things,
Should be a catalyst.
Why should anything
In a life so short
Be meaningless?
My words
Are carefully chosen.
Hand picked,
Hand crafted,
To fill a slot in my writing
That can be filled by no other.
My motive
Is to change the world
One carefully formed word at a time,
Strung together by emotion and
Sealed with a kiss,
My motive
Is to present you
With everything I am.