Poetry.

[Medusa72]

Maybe, I'll Just Read All Day
Written by: Kalen Lewis
Maybe, I'll just read all day,
Shuffling pages through my fingers.
Maybe, I'll just waste away,
The time passing with every story.
Maybe, I should put the book down,
Highly doubtfully, but I can try.
Maybe I should lift my crown,
As long as I can keep reading.

Reading is an Addiction
Written by: Kalen Lewis
Reading is an addiction,
An attraction, if you will.
The words on books are calling,
Your soul cannot stand still.
To fight it would be pointless,
Why would you even try?
To read is to discover,
Fantasy is not a lie.

[Medusa72]

I'm just going to write out scribbles. Any random thing that pops in my head.
If you would also like a place to write out random things... here's the place!

[Medusa72]

Night Sounds
Written by: Kalen Lewis

I listen to the cicadas sing,
The crickets musical number.
I hear a stray dog barking mad,
Without fear or surrender.
I hear the sound of a buzzing light,
And of my whirling fan.
I listen to the wind-moved trees,
Each leaf in a dance.

~

This poem is a list of sounds I hear lying in my bed with my window open at 11 PM on April 12, 2015.

[Medusa72]

For shame,
She covers her eyes,
I should have told him why.

For sadness,
He turns away,
I shouldn't have given my heart today.

She couldn't return the love he gave,
She couldn't return the love he gave.

Kalen Lewis / 2.18.2015

[Medusa72]

The Bridges
Written by: Kalen Lewis

The bridges always leave you guessing,
Crossing over, intersecting.
Your travel map gives you a clue,
The worn out paper, faded blue.
The marching hike upon the hill,
Your soles cannot bear to be still.
A path that leads you to your fate,
The bridges opt you for mistake.

Cobblestone leaves quiet echos,
It's material stripped bare.
Decades old of active travelers,
Their traces leaving wear and tear.
The bridges stand, without question,
No trembling, beneath your feet.
The firm, shallow handrails hold,
For lovers there to meet.

"The bridges, man,
The bridges above!
The history there,
Good God of love!
It's like you know nothing,
Nothing at all!
The bridges there,
Will always stand tall!"

[Medusa72]

Is it something that I have to say?
Is it something that I have to do?
To help me show you,
How much I love you.

[Medusa72]

Written by: Kalen Lewis

White is the color of paper,
Before it meets the pen.
Blue is the color of music,
A soulful tune back then.
Yellow is the color of paint,
On the canvas-on the shelf.
Red is the color of fire,
A beautiful art in itself.

[Medusa72]

When I went into his room, he simply sat on the side of his bed. He was staring off into space... Again...
The tears were silent. It was late. And with what he had been through today, he needed some sleep. He was only fifteen, after all.
I felt like I needed to watch over him. I felt like I needed to take care of him, and to show him that someone loves him.
I gently went over and hugged him. The tears still came. Now though, he wasn't as silent. He cried into my shoulder.
After a good sob, I managed to get him under the blankets without saying anything. I felt that I should leave him to his thoughts so as I was turning off the light, I heard the quiet wavering voice.
"Poet?" It broke my heart to hear him like that. His voice, which was usually so clear and loud, was broken.
"Yeah?" I turned to look at him.
"Will you stay with me?"
"Sure."
I went back and sat on his bed. He was laying on his side towards me, I was sitting up against his headboard.
"Come here," I pulled him closer to me. He now cried onto my stomach which he commandeered as a pillow. He had his arm around me and clung to me tightly.
I scratched and rubbed his back lightly. Slowly, his grip loosened and the tears did not come so quickly.
Just as he had fallen asleep, his brother walked in. My finger instant flew to my lips in a 'shushing' motion.
"Help me?" I whispered and I gingerly lifted his arm.
His brother silently helped transfer his head from me to his pillow. I could tell that his brother was angry and maybe even jealous that he fell asleep holding on to me so intimately.
So when we left his room I made sure to hug his brother.
"He's asleep," I said.
"That's good," his brother said without a smile.

How will we ever get over this?

[Medusa72]

How do you know when you're in love?

I've always been a hopeless romantic. Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed about falling in love. As my last year in high school quickly approaches the question is on my mind more than ever. When my father asked me if I liked any of my guy friends I responded with, "romantically?" He hesitated before saying to me, "I think you're a little young for that."
I didn't know romantic feelings had an age limit.

Why is it called the 'L word'?

I recently started a relationship and we haven't said the 'L word' yet. I was talking with a friend and asked her, "When is it okay to say the 'L word'?" To which she responded with, "After four months because scientifically it's been proven that after four months of being with someone, you're in love."
I'm not sure I agree with that. I don't think you can predict or prove love with scientific facts.

What is love?

I'm not just talking about someone you go on dates with here. Look at the way mothers care for their children, even though it takes a great deal of pain to bring them into the world.

So here are my theories.

Love is the production of caring for someone unconditionally.
So unconditionally, that there is no higher word to use.
And you know you love someone when you care for that person more than yourself.

I think you know as well as I do that there is more than this to love. So feel free to post your opinions and check in every now and then for more articles on similar topics.

[DoctorDraca]

TheFacilePoet
That is what I called myself for so long.

It's history now.
I'm not the same person I was then.

Now I stay up too late.
I don't get enough sleep.

Now I listen to music.
The kind my parents wouldn't approve of.

I am not the same person I was.
I do no trust.

I do not smile,
Unless I must.

I loved only once.
And that was enough to last me a lifetime.