The
Beginning of “The Filling of a Shallow
Shell”
A poetry
book by Eryn James
My
Honest Poem
How many of you have
kept secrets from yourself?
Those "I
shouldn't have eaten that last piece of chocolate cake" or that "I'm
in love with my best friend" secrets
Well I feel like its
time for me to be honest with myself,
Boys tell me I’m
beautiful and I say thank you to be polite but I have no idea what it really
means,
They say, "The
sun is a reflection of your smile and the sky is envious of your
demeanor."
Through the
compliment I hear "Shawty you bad. Can I hit?" sometimes "Girl
you are gorgeous and that alone should put a smile on gods face".
But I can never
decipher between being a bad jaw and a queen so I just say thank you,
I sometimes forget
that I’m a person and wonder who my classmates are talking to when they call
out my name in the hallways,
I get nervous when
people get close enough to hear my breaths because then I have to actually be
in the room,
Rambling is one of
my many talents because I tend not to make sense,
See I never know
exactly what to say and sometimes I accidentally say what I’m thinking.
Sometimes I forget
that divinity lives in my habits and that I was born from naturalist,
Truth be told I
still hold my ex's name bottled into my bones because I don't know how to let
go,
I seem to hold onto
anything that feels good for that moment in hopes that the moment will last
forever,
Or at least return
just one more time so I can properly inhale perfection,
I have to admit I’m
a hypocritical perfectionist,
I tend to try to fix
everything around me but myself,
I figured since my
innocence is well past tampered with I might as well leave it that way,
I see pain in
paradise so I try to avoid changing the world,
I was brought up
being taught that change is a mistake and beauty doesn't exist in these
streets.
I don't have too
many secrets but the ones I do have live at 30th street station where I go to
talk to the ceilings,
Breathing my stories
onto lunch time table tops,
I confide in the
walls because I know bricks can keep secrets,
I often see my
thoughts ricocheting off septa bus windows because they just won’t shut up,
6 am bus rides to
basketball practice on top of homework and projects cant really keep you sane.
I think Facebook is
a better therapist than the resource specialist at my school because it knows
when to shut up and let me make a comment,
I'm sick of people
telling me to write a poem,
My friends think
because I’m a poet that’s the easiest way to get free,
I've discovered that
writing cannot be the key to every shackle that holds you down,
My problems can’t be
solved with a note pad and pen,
I turn to poetry
only when I can handle recapping the worst of me,
But honestly when
the my pen hits my life,
My world shakes like
Hurricane Katrina is about to blow through my brain.
Sometimes I just
want to say to hell with my writing,
I just want to
scream even thought I know it wont solve anything but it takes way less time
and effort than caring if someone with like my metaphors and similes.
Sometimes and only sometimes I wish I were more
honest with myself.
Confession to A.J
I would've never
thought that I'd found the perfect me in a person so opposite myself,
You’re the me that I
could never be,
I've always wanted to make the world a
better place and by the world I mean the little part of it that belongs to me,
But I’ve come to the
realization that without you my life wouldn't be as complete so I’ll go out on
a limb and say that I can only make my world a better place if and only if I do
everything within my power to make sure that the world you live in is precisely
to your liking,
I'd never think that
I’d find my soul mate,
A person ideally
suited to me as a close friend but NOT a romantic partner,
In a being such as
yourself,
I'd never make your
world cry,
Or attempt to be yet
another burden placed upon your back,
Just as you'd never
attempt damage my already broken soul,
You couldn't fathom
what you do for me as a person so just try to concoct a remote idea of what you
do for me on a more spiritual level,
On days where you
feel like your falling apart like weathered stone I will graciously gather you
like gold dust between my fingers and help re-construct you just as you were,
I love just as you
were,
Just as you are,
just as you will be
And I’ll stand
beside you at times when you feel like you have to go to war with the world,
just like you told me,
There’s never a day
that goes by that you should feel any form of loneliness,
As long as I have a
breath in my body the feeling of lonesome will not exist to you, I will always
be here until my body is laid to rest,
I'll know that I've
had my peace,
And it doesn't
matter to me if you feelings are remotely connected to mine because what you can
do for me in just one glance, one day spent together in silence,
In one passionate
conversation,
In one innocent
forehead kiss, in one reassuring hug,
Another can't do for
me in 10 lifetimes and my gratitude is infinite.
Girls
This is for the girls who
aren’t content with their bodies,
Girls who don’t understand
the power they hold by just being women alone,
Girls who try to
compromise who they are to be something they’re not for people, who don’t even
matter,
Didn’t you know that sizes
8 -18 are just as beautiful as a size 2,
You are a queen no matter
how large,
They always say the bigger
the better,
So how much satisfaction
can you get out of a dainty little doll baby?
Even if you wear a size 11
shoe,
You can still have your
Cinderella story,
Glass slippers don’t just
come in size 4’s,
You are still divine,
I know some days you just
want to let everything go and say I don’t care,
I know there are days when
you want to dispose of your halo,
And on those days I will
hold it above your head,
You’re still an angel on
days when other peoples standards make you feel like a monster,
You have a smile that could put the sun to shame,
And eyes that could strike
Aphrodite with envy,
Skin like softest clouds
in heaven,
I want you to understand,
That the looks of a air
brushed King Magazine Model can never amount to the natural beauty you posses,
A man will only love you
correctly if you love yourself that way first,
So don’t rush the process,
Learn to love yourself
slowly so you wont miss a spot,
And don’t pretend to be
someone your not,
And don’t waist gods time
praying you were somebody else,
You’re a commodity to this
planet as the person that you are,
So don’t regret turning
out the way you did,
Because every women has a
day where she hates something about herself,
When she wishes she were
never born because nobody told her what she had the potential to amount to,
And grated,
I am no Opra or doctor
Phil,
I cannot pay to fix your
faults or feed you some psychology mumbo jumbo to make you feel better,
But I can let you cry on
my shoulder,
Let you create oceans of
your tears in my lap,
Help you reflect on the
person that you are,
And the women you aspire
to be,
Help you recognize your
elegance,
I can do that much for you,
Because that is just how
much I care.
Expectations
Yesterday I wanted
you be every reason I stood up straight,
I wanted you to
become everything I breathed for,
I wanted you to be
that reassuring feeling in the pit of my stomach that everything was going to
be okay,
I wanted you to be
my adrenaline rush,
Fun,
Wanted you to be my
pulse,
Dependence,
A love,
That ooo I cant stop
this feeling and I don't want to kind of love,
I wanted you be
everything I needed for tomorrow,
A reassuring hug,
A rainbow after this
thunderstorm,
Something beautiful
to look forward to,
My piece of mind,
My sanity,
My will to stay just
a little while longer,
Baby, help me hold
on for a few moments more,
Help me remember
yesterday and the images it captured of our happiness,
Help me find my
grasp of reality because with you everyday will be easy like Sunday morning,
I wanted you be the
love song that I never wanted to forget the words to,
But today I realize
that no love is perfect and sometimes there’s no love at all,
Just lust in disguise,
And to embrace that
is to embrace reality in its purest form,
With that being
said,
Tomorrow I want you
to be yourself whichever way you want,
I'm not expecting
anything of you anymore just be you,
Be exactly the
person god intended you to be at your worst so I can accept you that way first,
So when you reveal
to me you at your best I'll know that I deserved it.
Confident
Women Piece
I won't concern
myself with degrading catcalls,
I'm a goddess and
will never reduce myself to a "jawn",
A "bitch",
A "hoe",
Or a
"shawty" for any boy who thinks he got enough mugga in his pocket to
own me,
Priceless is what
you should call a person of my stature, And no,
I'm not the most
confident girl on earth let alone in this room but on days when my confidence
is only knee high I still stride smoothly in my heels,
I’m gorgeous and I
love almost everything about me,
My laugh,
My big feet,
(more stuff I love
about me)
And it didn’t take
validation from anyone for me to see,
I don't need a man
to make me whole,
He is merely an
extra attachment sold separately from my main masterpiece,
I won't label myself
as a damsel in distress because I'm strong enough to break down any barrier
between my happiness and me,
I’m the type of
women who will grow old build a home standing on her own two feet,
I’m every mans fantasy,
I’m not conceited so
there’s no reason to argue it but my advice to you is stop worrying about me
and concern yourself more with becoming a queen.
Dear
Love,
I’m not a love poet,
The idea of writing
about a person that I have passionate feelings for scares me,
That makes the
concept of rejection and heartbreak too vivid for me to handle,
But if tomorrow I
decided that I wanted to write the perfect love story,
My first poem would
be about you,
Not about how I love
you but about how somehow you make the idea of love a lot less scary for me,
Every time I see you
I smile like an absent minded child,
I'm not usually a
love poet but if I were I’d write about how I see centuries of happiness in
your eyes and how lost I get in them every time our pupils connect even if its
just for a second,
I'd write about how
your demeanor is that of a sunset,
Hurting and
beautiful all at once,
Some nights I find
myself waiting for the sky to turn purple and blue like a bruise so I can blow
kisses at it at the in hopes that I can make it feel better,
If I were the type
of poet who liked to look on the bright side of things,
I'd explain pain
like art,
I’d write about how
I like watching you,
Admiration without
commentary,
I like to call you
silent poetry,
You’re a perfectly
imperfect masterpiece,
That fits right into
the chaotic puzzle of my life,
I’ve never really
thought about love,
But if we just
pretended that I had I’d write about how I love hugging you,
I enjoy the sound of
our hearts beating in unison against each other,
Its like your
heartbeat is the bass-line to my rib cage playing symphonies on my insides,
There’s always music
in me when you’re around,
It’s like you Boq
(that music guy) and Beethoven sat in the chambers of my heart and had the most
beautiful of conversations,
I know how you how
you feel about the L word so I don't want to make love to you,
I want to make
heavens with you,
Use a few hours to
turn a bedroom into galaxies with you,
Scratch my future on
you sides so there’s reason to be anywhere but beside you tomorrow.
I want to tickle you
in places no other girl has,
I want to hold you
so tight that my right hand is imprinted over your heart,
So you understand
that I promise to love you on days when your heart feels like an avalanche,
And I know it’s hard
to trust girls these days,
So think of it like
this,
I want to be
everything that no girl ever had the audacity to be for you,
A person who isn’t
afraid to be trustworthy and honest with you,
Sometimes when I
call you with absolutely nothing to say it's not just to get on your nerves,
I just want to hear
your voice and I was too scared to admit that,
See I have this
crazy fear of forgetting what you sound like,
I don't want to lose
you,
So when I get the
chance,
I'm going to hold
you like my last breath,
Cherish you like my
heartbeat,
I’ll be good to you,
Sometimes when I'm
next to you I get this fuzzy feeling all over me,
I think its God's
way of saying, "this is the way it was meant to be",
I’ve finally found someone who makes me just as
happy as I make myself and alls I want to do is give that back.