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Is there a word for the way you feel
When you try your hardest
And the sweat drips from your brow
Onto your chest
That is clenched and constricted
In anxiety, apprehension and suspense
As you take the arrow that rests heavily in the quiver on your back
Lifting both the weight of the arrow
And the weight of anticipation
As you nervously struggle to position
The arrow of hope
Onto the bow of ambition
You inhale
And release
And your arrow
Missies the bulls-eye target of success
By a long shot
And the confidence
That you spent years stacking up
Teaspoon by teaspoon
Collapses

Is there a word for the way you feel
When the sun is shining
And you’re driving around with the window down
And your hair is loose
So that it can dance in the wind
Twirling, jumping and pirouetting around lightheartedness
And when the roar of the wind
Is so loud that you can’t even hear the person right next to you
But it doesn’t matter
Because the unsaid words drift between you
And you don’t need to talk to each other
If you can feel each other

Is there a word for when
Your eyes are red and swollen
From crying
And you gasp for air
Because the sobs keep coming
Keep reminding you of whatever it is you want to forget
And when the fountain of tears slowly dries up
And when you stop weeping
And start sniffling
You tell yourself
“At least it’s all over now”
But somewhere
In the depths of your heart
You know it’s not over
That it’ll never be over
That the salty tears that kissed your cheeks
Will leave a stain
That can never be washed out
Will leave scars
That will endure forever
As a memory
As a reflection
As a lesson

Is there a word for the way you feel
When you look down upon your hands
And at first only see the bruises and blisters of shattered naiveté
But the realize
That somewhere out in this big, confusing place we call Earth
Someone else is looking down at their hands, too
And the four empty gaps on YOUR hands
Will be the place
Where their fingers
Will someday meet yours

And is there a word for when life
Fills your pillow with hatred
Slips jealously into your coffee
Sprinkles sorrow on your cereal
Dips heartache into your orange juice
And puts “You’ll never be good enough!” into your shower
And you feel like on a scale from one to ten
This day is a
Negative three million
Until you see the person who makes your day flip-flop
And they make you smile
And then the volume is turned up and you laugh
And all of the despair and hopelessness
That once seemed so crushing and significant
Melts away

Is there a word for the dreams that keep you up at night
Tossing and turning in your bed
Flipping, reflipping, and rerererereflipping your pillow
And you tell yourself
“GOD! Why can’t I just fall asleep already?!”
But you don’t want to
Because the thoughts racing through your mind
Are far more interesting
Than sleep
And counting sheep doesn’t help
Believe me, I’ve tried
Because every time a sheep hops over that fence, you think
“Is he happy?”
“And will the sheep find somebody whose fingers fit into the gaps on his hands?”
“And does he have dreams that keep him up at night?”

Is there a word for that feeling
When you’re listening to a song
And the melody reverberates around your skull
Bouncing around in your head
But you want to hear more
And more and more and more
Because nothing will ever be good enough

Are there words for all of that?
Because there should be
I would say them

I would use those words when
I’m wracking my mind
Desperately searching through the vocabulary in my head
That isn’t nearly as long as I’d like it to be

I would use those words
When I’m frantically flipping through a dictionary
Aching to find a way to express myself

I would use those words
When my tongue is tying itself in knots
Trying to formulate
Sounds to string into words
That do not exist

And since these words do not exist
Let us instead convey our emotions
Through glances
Through peeks
Through glimpses
Through winks
Through stares
Through sighs
Through the knowing twinkle in your eyes

So that you know what I mean
And I know what you mean
Even though there are no words.




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dea123 said...
Jul. 25, 2012 at 10:14 pm:
ZOE!!!! ITS ADEA AND ONCE AGAIN IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR POEMS!!!!! JUST READING IT IS AMAZING BUT LISTENING TO YOU SPEAK THEM GIVES IT SO MUCH MORE MEANING WHEN YOU COME BACK TO READ IT!!!! I LOVE YOU AND KEEP ON WRITING!!
 
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Oct. 24, 2012 at 4:48 pm :
I MISS BEING ABLE TO READ YOU MY POETRY, but I promise that I'll never stop sharing it with you! :) 
 
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HarperLeeSarah07 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 29, 2012 at 6:00 pm:

Is there a word

for when poetry lights across a screen

and fills the cold impersonality of the Internet with life?

...I really enjoyed this work. It is both deeply personal and universal, a collage of words to explain a lack of words. Thank you for sharing this piece!

 
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Oct. 24, 2012 at 4:46 pm :
thank you so much for reading it :) and I'm extremely happy that you enjoyed my work!
 
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PaigeStreetThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 26, 2012 at 3:53 am:
Wow. Thank you. Again, you have not only delivered a beautiful piece, but it is thought-provoking.
 
zoekibbelaar This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 24, 2012 at 4:50 pm :
AGAIN, thank you so much, your praise is inspirational!
 
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