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being able to stand strong when being threatened or pushed. a way to show that you have settled down for the time being, and are able to relax.

» Posted By poppy On 02.27.2017 @ 7:34 am


Small, tiny, furry
Looks up to father
Longs to be the “big bear.”
Sick of being treated like a small guy
Wants to adventure
Run Away
How much planning will that take?
Will he meet a human?

» Posted By poppy On 12.03.2014 @ 2:35 pm


Oh bowling
what fun,
bowling under the sun
never heard of bowling out side
before but
sure we can try
for sure
I’ll get my shoes
and slip on my shorts
then we can go bowling
outside for sure.


» Posted By Poppy On 04.26.2013 @ 10:09 am


Over time you weather away, your core, your very center is rubbed away at the edges, by pain and loss and fear and even love, you are chipped away until all that’s left is sediment

» Posted By Poppy On 02.20.2013 @ 2:26 pm


Dull and unwashed
Grungy and oily, like the slick floor of a sewer
And familiar
A feeling of slight discomfort you resign yourself to
Because there is nothing you can do about it

» Posted By Poppy On 02.13.2013 @ 2:14 pm


I love you
Or something
It doesn’t bother me
It’s fine
No worries
Of course not
I can’t wait

Or not

» Posted By Poppy On 02.06.2013 @ 2:31 pm


With love and hope
And love and happiness
And love, love, love above all
I feel my heart, my very soul swell
Reaching to meet you and thank you

» Posted By Poppy On 01.30.2013 @ 2:27 pm


lies, always lying
A slip of the tongue or a pretty word to get your way
People pleasing, saying what you think they want to hear
And never knowing what you really think
Or want
Or believe

» Posted By Poppy On 01.09.2013 @ 2:15 pm


Determined to smile
To laugh, to sing, to jump
Determined to see beauty
to see grace, to see joy, to see love
Determined to forgive
to remember, to care, to love
Determine to live

» Posted By Poppy On 12.12.2012 @ 2:28 pm


Things change and people change and everything changes
And in the past you’d never think that you’d end up how you are now
Ruined and broken and confiding in a single person
A person you don’t even know
In the past you were happy
No more

» Posted By Poppy On 11.28.2012 @ 2:25 pm


Running haphazardly through winding streets and passageways
Working tirelessly, trying so hard
To make everything better, to make it
Okay. Nothing is okay anymore.

» Posted By Poppy On 11.15.2012 @ 11:56 am


Measured in tears
In drops of red and scattered shinings
In convulsions and things thrown
Measured in pounds and apathy and hatred
The units of sadness

» Posted By Poppy On 11.14.2012 @ 2:28 pm


small and short
but infinite
not steep but somehow painful
burning as you continue to climb
when will I reach the top
will I ever reach the top?
seizing up, gasping for breath
a stitch in your side and a pounding in your skull
one more step
and another

» Posted By Poppy On 11.01.2012 @ 4:38 pm


Fly on the wings of the wind
Float through the waves of remorse
Paddle past the whirlpool of insanity
Ford the rivers of despair
And sail
Sail to a halcyon land
Sail to a brighter place
Sail toward the shining horizon of renewal

» Posted By Poppy On 10.24.2012 @ 2:27 pm


Silver glistens
Damp and shiny
The fluff of winter and new
Falling, falling
Whisps of water
Clouds of cold

» Posted By Poppy On 10.10.2012 @ 2:29 pm


one statement
written too fast
you tense up, freeze up
but it’s too late
and now you’re shaking
wishing you could take it back
because you don’t mean it
or maybe you do
but you don’t want to
I don’t want to hurt you
but it’s just so hard sometimes

» Posted By Poppy On 07.26.2012 @ 2:28 pm


jumping, sparking, burning
so easy to set off, so easy
once lit, impossible to crush
singing, stinging, sparkling
starting a fire that can’t be put out

» Posted By Poppy On 07.23.2012 @ 12:39 pm


cloyingly sweet it twists the tastebuds
swirling and dancing across the cake
too sweet
too sweet

» Posted By Poppy On 07.22.2012 @ 1:08 pm


to weave means almost to knit I think, but im not actually sure. theres also such thing as a weaver which sounds similar to weave but has nothing to do with knitting, rather it is a bird. I think it sings songs but im not actually sure.

» Posted By Poppy On 03.03.2012 @ 4:48 am


She was still after being bitten. The man stood above her, his mouth covered in her blood. Waiting. Watching. Would she get back up? More than likely, no. He was only new. It wasn’t his fault…

» Posted By Poppy On 10.28.2011 @ 9:40 am


I am not an artist. I have never been an artist, and I never will be. Artists are creative. Artists have soul; they have passion. I am lifeless. I am hopeful of life, but lifeless. What do I do with that. Nothing. I am not an artist. I wish to be an artist. But I cannot. Too bad for me.

» Posted By Poppy On 10.26.2011 @ 2:19 pm


its a sentence, something that will follow me for years to come,
stop me from doing things and having things.
it was a stupid mistake
and it’s haunting me, and i am sure it always will.

it comes hand in hand with conviction.

» Posted By poppy On 10.11.2011 @ 9:30 pm


I didn’t think he had it in him
i didn’t think he would do it, he loved me didn’t he?
he loved her, the baby girl bringing us together, but not enough
he loved himself more,
the moral and loving man i once knew was gone, and so was she.

» Posted By poppy On 10.05.2011 @ 12:56 am


the edge was nearer and nearer
i fought it, trying desperately to avoid it
the edge of sanity, the edge of love, the edge of yo
it was the end
i didnt want to fall, but looking down, seeing the bottom
i could do nothing else
i found the edge was beginning

» Posted By poppy On 10.02.2011 @ 9:13 pm

I was pushed, to the edge
it was something i had never had to do
i saw my whole life, something i thought i had been happy with flash before my eyes and i realised that it was nothing.
i was scared and disappointed with my life,
but there was nothing i could do now
i was pushed off the edge, and then there was nothing.

» Posted By poppy On 10.02.2011 @ 9:06 pm


I don’t have an ego. Born completely without one. If someone asks me a question, I agree with them. If I’m requested to confirm a preference on something, I go into a quivering jelly mess. DON’T ASK ME TO BE UNIQUE! Let me be the same as everybody else. I will think whatever you think.

» Posted By Poppy On 04.02.2011 @ 6:09 am


Nail. My nails are pink. And short. I want to repaint my nails. I don’t know what else to write about the word nail. I mean, what profound statement can you come up with about the word nail? I don’t know. I wish I did know. Nail. Nail. Nail.

» Posted By poppy On 12.05.2010 @ 9:20 am


The rail road was very snowy; it would be impossible to use it today.

» Posted By poppy On 11.23.2010 @ 3:10 pm


When she smiles it is like the sun is shining brightly. I could never forget that smile. It makes you forget all your problems and smile too.

» Posted By poppy On 06.13.2010 @ 6:20 am


of my country of my family I am a proud woman everything i do
of what i know

» Posted By poppy On 09.15.2008 @ 6:42 pm

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