Poems

''Don't judge. I was bored! Don't Touch, either!''

Callipurnia's Thoughts
Series of poems...

A little Ink and Paper

You always read about the smell of books. It’s all so romanticized. Perhaps books always talk big about themselves. I understand now. It’s as if the pages of wearing a cologne of the finest ink, holding the musky scent of mixing the old and new.

Power of Thoughts

Doubts dragged you, fear strangled you, and you were poisoned with false hope. Contentment hugged you, passion energized you, and sparks of originality danced around your fingers. Your thoughts are a fray you cannot escape.

We Hold These Truths to be Self Evident...

It's disconcerting to think of myself as calm, placid, knowelgable or reserved.

There's so much I don't know. There's so much I can't control, and there's so much I wish I hadn't said.

It's disconcerting to think of myself as someone with tedious regrets, too, but I have them.

Although that's all coming from a girl who resides in a cluttered dome I call my mind...

I don't have a title...

Her room so greatly resembles her mind;

Remanents of her childhood stuffed in a corner. Beanie Babies and Dolls fight for their place.

Walls painted a placid green, yet adorned with colorful thoughts. Artworks, in fact, from past times. Some she admires and holds dear, others she questions why she keeps.

An attempt at organization, but more commonly than not, things strewn about.

The Furnature, although simple and perhaps elegant, hold their own off-kilter qualities, such as neon stickers and peeling paint.