Stars

the stars, they shine
when you reach out
and try to kiss the stars
who do you remember?

Sometimes I Miss You

missed
you are the one person
who gets this pounding
and argh!
i'm forced to make myself think but i have
zero
inspiration
for
anything
right
now
except
sigh.
lalalala
okay, so you're the only person who understands me
(*at this moment()
and i think maybe you're
just a little bit
too far away
for me to handle
and i worry
what does college mean?

lovely night
whooooooooooooooooooooooooo
caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw
silence
ouch
she wakes up with a chip in her shoulder
i'msorryitsnotmyfault
dolls aren't supposed to sleep with humans but
we're different and nobody cares until
owican'tgetthisshouldertocrack
ouch.
i settle into the covers
i whistle like the whooooooooooooooooooooo's even though we don't hear them
aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
last night i figured out
that maybe we have something in common
maybe i don't need to replace you because
see that little place in my chest(it's called a heart)
it keeps e x p a n d i n g
and so there's room for both of you
even though samantha
and hope,
they hide behind the penguins so
sleeping there doesn't hurt anyone.
but me, i've got this thing
if i'm not close enough to the people i love
sometimes i forget they are there.

run
suddenly i'm taken over
by this monster who's attacking
and he's racing for my body
but i've got the human instinct
i know i have to run away
but then he just stops
suddenly
and i know
he's just, just...
edward

happy holidays
"so what if i've been a little on the anemic side these past weeks?
so what if i'm dizzy, got a little lightheadedness?"
i'm not really,
dizzy,
not physically,
just mentally
just so many changes
in so few minutes
and it's overtaken me
we went from moulin rouge
to guys and dolls
and from me and sierra
to frankie and emily
and now to kit and kat
and tho i love francie and em
and kit-kat are tolerable
am i still
going to be
who i am?
am i still
going to be...
i'm afraid to say it.
if i'm the pet student,
i'll lose it.
if something happens,
i'm over.
at the beginning of summer i asked all these questions,
like would i be able to cope with your changes
and right now,
the answer
is
a
big
fat
resounding
no
and i fall
into your body
and you hug me
and you tell me everything is going to be
fine
you still love me
things
have
just
gotten
complicated

Your Birthday

it's the same as Samantha's.
so in this dream i had,
i was telling people about that,
and you got all mad -
not scary mad, like before -
just funky mad.
it was more like the principal didn't want this spread around
and i don't know why
but we both know you and you have to follow rules.
so,
i got a two-week detention
and i couldn't eat lunch with you
and you wouldn't let me in the classroom
and everyone was laughing
but you forgave me
because that's what you do.
so forgive me
and remind me to forgive myself.

Sam's poem

Hi Harper,
It's me, Sam. I'm glad you are finally here. Look, I know things are crazy between you and me and Piper and Linsi but I really want everything to work out.
Oh, and sorry I'm posting on your blog, but I thought I'd try my hand at poetry.
~Sam

"Growing Up and Growing Apart"
yesterday
you were asking when
my tryouts would be
will you be there to cheer me on
and even if you're gone
i'd know you're thinking of me

today
you want to know how soon,
how fast,
your crown can get here
so we can crown you queen of the world
and you can forget about your minions like me.

best friends?
not so,
not when you refuse to acknowledge me,
or don't respect my feelings,
or never listen.
i hope it can change.

Found on the Magnetic Poetry Locker at MB's Work

"romance is a search for poetry."

i find poetry
though, despite best efforts,
i have not found romance.
perhaps, romance in another sense of the word:
romance of literature,
friendship,
history.
but romantic love?
no.
perhaps then,

"poetry is a search for romance."

Ooh, cha cha!

arrival check-up
someone
told me
this place was
TOTALLY different
than it has turned out to be.

Sam,
for example,
is not shy at all.
In fact, yesterday
we played
"Tell All"
and she came in first.

Of course we were talking about boys.
In Morocco,
if anyone but my mum and dad found out,
I would have been labeled
BAD INFLUENCE
but no one ever tells anything about sleepovers anyway...
and it seems to be the same in America.

Strange how I feel so out of place
and in place
at the same time.
This is where I belong -
O summer days of long -
and even though it seems to be
that sun is burning down on me
odd how it feels so different than home.

List of friends:
-Piper, the crazy heiress one
the one who decides
we are going tanning
and then insists we wear sunscreen
-Sierra, the artistic one
the one who decides
we're not going to be part of the group
the one who matches me best
-Sam, the "shy" one
the one who acts like the princess she is
but not when she's alone with us
then she's normal
-Kailey, the surfer
the other writer
the one who gets in on crazy ideas
and actually follows through
-Linsi, the journalist
sometimes she's serious,
and sometimes not,
I can't figure her out,
but she's nice.
-Lissie, the silent leader
and lots of other girls.
they are all beautiful
they are all my friends...

dream
you turned into your father
and refused to aknowledge me
like i was me
and then,
you didn't want to go camping
and were afraid of bugs
and oh stars,
if you were afraid of camping,
you wouldn't be yourself,
miss I-went-Tent-Camping
and laughing at my toilets!