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Snapshots



Sun burning through my cotton shirt
I grab my notebook, walk outside
and settle on the gritty couch
with flaming thoughts of how I've tried
to put myself in words, in speech
instead of dreaming
on the beach.

My pencil sails across the page
sometimes pausing, scrawling blind
tearing visions from my head
leaving skin and limbs behind
until I am a floating soul
letting go
of my control.

I remember every smile and frown
the twisted days that made me tire
and bite my lip at memories
of dancing freely, blood on fire
releasing all my fear to dive
and for a screaming moment
alive.

My heart is bursting with their faces
people, places I once knew
I loved them each in different ways
before I held my tongue and flew
into the swirling void of strife
and hope, and pain
and breathless life.

The veins that cross my young arms
carry pictures of the eras dawned
the moaning of the violin
the splash of water, far beyond
my shaking feet where they stand now
leaving prints
someway, somehow.

Breathing ragged, light eyes bright
spirit rushing out in waves
a flood of clear and icy truth
hits me, hollow as a cave
yet brimming with the epic peak
of deepest tears
that finally leak.

The snapshots of my jumbled life
racing mind and scraps of sky
are stepping stones for what's ahead
and finding where my comforts lie
but in the eye of every storm
my sturdy roots
will keep me warm.
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Hey guys!My name is Joelle, and I am an eighth-grader living in Southern California. I have multiple interests, including music, linguistics, and writing, but poetry is by far my favorite. I have been frustrated for a long time by my inability to achieve anything in the poetry realm; I'm one of those teens that has a billion goals but doesn't have the work ethic to reach them; so I'm hoping some of my poems will be found here. As for my flaws, I'm terrible at sports, math is my abhorrence, and I wouldn't be able to tell Japan from Africa on a map. (Aka, I'm horrific at geography and navigation.) Thanks so much for reading! Love ya! Also, if Nick Jonas ever reads this, you're the coolest and most self-actualized person on Earth!Notes About My Poetry:1. "Traces" and "Wandering Hearts" are by far the best poems in my collection thingy, so read 'em!2. There are a bunch of short, meaningless poems here too, so skip past them until you reach the good ones.3. I did take some leaps in posting my more private poems here. Please be sensitive.4. "Always a Choice" is dedicated to all the girls out there who are feeling insecure, or have daunting things going on in their lives right now. I know a couple of people who inspired this poem, and I hope they will understand its meaning and find the courage to carry on.5. I am going to be frequently updating this page, but since only fifteen poems can remain here at a time, I have chosen "Always a Choice," "These Sunsets," "One Memory," "Girl With The Blue Barrette," "Traces," "Wandering Hearts," "What Is Life?," "Forces Within," "The Test of Time," "Snapshots," and "Another's Skin" to be my eleven permanent poems. Therefore, the other four will always be rotating. Gracias!New Additions: - "One," which recently replaced "Flying Away," is about the deep, spiritual way in which every living creature is connected, no matter how removed from one another we may seem.- "Like Starfall" makes absolutely zero sense; don't worry, I'm not dumb. It's just an outpouring of thoughts, and mostly, the emotion you get when sitting alone under the stars and breathing in the clear, cool, delicious air, and you feel like your stomach is flying, and you almost start to cry a little bit because the night is so unnaturally beautiful. You know what I'm saying? Yeah I know, it's a totally weird poem. I'm not gonna leave it up here for very long.- "The Painter" is sort of a deep-ish poem about how, even when rejected by the rest of the world, a person can be happy. Such is the case with the painter, who is ultimately either very old or mentally impaired, but is still content to sit in his yard and paint despite what others think. more…

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