My Heart Speaks
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Justine Wallace
Justine Wallace is currently 16 years old and a high school student. Poetry is a passion of hers and has been for over four years. She has written about 250 poems. Justine started writing lighthearted poetry with humorous themes in sixth grade, but as she grew older, the poems became intensely personal because most were based on her emotions. Poetry was- and still is- an outlet for feelings that could not be expressed or understood in any other fashion. When she isn't writing, you might find her in various craft stores, as another passion of hers is making and selling handcrafted jewelry through her small business "The Starving Jeweler." Justine also knits, crochets, ties macramé bracelets, wire-smiths, makes three- dimensional origami sculptures, solves puzzle cubes, and plays euphonium. Even though Justine loves to read and write poetry, her head will most likely be buried in an astronomy book. After all, the stars are her second home.
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My Heart Speaks - Justine Wallace
Mama, It’s Your Birthday
Mama, it’s your birthday, so I’ve prepared this rhyme.
It’s about you and me—our life—the upward climb.
Mama, you’ve been sunshine on each cloudy day.
You’ve been a big brother to make the bullies go away.
Mama, you’ve been a big sister with whom my secrets I shared.
You’ve been an upstanding citizen to which no one can be compared.
Mama, you’ve been Superman and you’ve been Wolverine.
And sometimes, when times are bad, you’ve been crazy
like Charlie Sheen.
Mama, you’ve been my rock, but you’ve been my pillow too.
And no matter how tall I get, I still look up to you.
Mama, you’ve been everything that I never had.
You’ve been all these others while also being dad.
Mama, it’s your birthday, and I hope that you can see
That you’ve been everyone, and you’re everything to me.
21433.jpgThe Element
Between the green
And the blue,
Beyond the black
And under your shoe
Is where it moves
And where it lives,
Where it takes
And where it gives.
It’s what we ask for
Yet don’t receive;
It’s what we look for
But don’t retrieve.
It melts the ice
And douses the fire
And is what we all
Safely desire.
With all,
With none,
With many,
With one,
With ourselves,
Or with another
Is what remains
To be discovered.
It hunts, it fights,
Always blunt with might.
It helps and heals
And always feels.
Healing all ailments,
Major and minor,
Nothing’s been meaner
And nothing’s been kinder.
22901.jpgDrifting
I’ve drifted into dreamland,
Drifted into seas,
Drifted far away from home,
And drifted back to please.
I’ve drifted in bellowing rivers
And beyond green and barren trees.
I’ve drifted past my hopes and goals
And forsaken my memories.
I drift because I cannot run.
I cannot get away.
So I let life take me
Somewhere new each day.
I drift because I know my limits.
I accept what I cannot do.
I drift to ignore my faults.
I drift to not feel so blue.
I drift to abandon life,
To finally give in.
I drift to end it all
And I drift to begin.
I drift to find some inner peace,
To cut my inane soul loose
From the manacles of regret
And the depression that is my noose.
I drift through time without a clock
With no more time to spend.
I drift till I can drift no more
And come to a crashing end.
22903.jpgHis Green Eyes
The little green stars
That dance in bottles
Are your eyes,
And they’ve got me full throttle.
I wish and I wish and I wish for so much.
I wish for your love and your time and your touch.
Your eyes are so beautiful yet so blind
Because I’m right here but you’ve left me behind.
Can’t you just see why I’m here?
Can’t you just assuage my fear?
I can’t lose again, I can’t lose you.
This time it just has to be true.
You must be a hypnotist
Because I’m entranced
In this pitifully beautiful
And unfortunate circumstance.
I feel like I silently ask so much of you,
But you never hear me speak.
Just your presence or your smile
Leaves me unsure and lost and weak.
You’re stuck in my mind like caramel.
You’re a secret that I’ll never tell.
You simply cannot be mortal.
To heaven those green eyes are a portal.
I feel my presence disturbs you,
Sets your balance slightly askew.
I apologize for my open mouth and glare.
I can’t help but stare.
. . . Because a stare is all I’ll ever get,
If I’m lucky a phrase or two.
But you don’t even like me
When I’m awestruck by you.
I sigh forever in discontent.
I’m losing myself to you.
You don’t even know it,
And I don’t know what to do.
22905.jpgHe
He causes the pounding in my chest
And my drastic loss of sleep.
I’m in a permanent state of unrest
But my feelings I wish to keep.
It’s a wonderful feeling
To know that he gets me going,
But I wind up reeling
What I wound up throwing.
You see, I’m hooked on his face,
On his sweet benevolence.
It’s a taste of heavenly grace
That only I should recompense.
Oh, he’s a dream when I’m awake
And a story playing live.
He’s the shaking to my earthquake
And the highness to my five.
He embodies all criteria I seek
And makes perfection just a word.
He’s every day in my week
And has the tenderness of a bird.
But he has the sight of an eyeless man
And the power to ignore fact
Because to him I always ran,
But he never saw my tact.
I’m just another person in the world,
An extra in this production;
And all my dreams are left unfurled,
And in my way is every possible obstruction.
But something in me won’t relent;
Of these feelings I can’t let go.
Oh my, all this time I’ve spent,
And he doesn’t even know.
22908.jpgThe Unknown
Waiting for a miracle
And acting on regret,
But it’s not time to worry-
It’s not time to fret.
Oh, I beg to differ,
I beg to tell you so,
But for what the truth is
I simply do not know.
Rather I do know
But I want to keep it