These are just a few of the poems in my binder..
"Thanks for the Memories"
Your letters, your romance
the most believable.
He couldn't paint or play an instrument
Perfection has it's price
explore
without
boundries
trust
without
fear
I count the minutes
until we meet again this evening
dear,
you never called
What do you have to say?
Life doesn't have to be this hard
and i wished i had meant
something
to you.
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"Paralyzed"
I tried to forget,
before the fear came, and creeped,
into my mind, leaving me with
hallucinations of you,
and of me.
they just, dissappeared
the moments of us.
where we laughed,
and we cried.
would we have been better off,
if we just didn't know if we belonged?
those special moments,
just let them,
linger.
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"The Dead American"
The tears slide,
down, and shatter,
on the ground.
the casket
seemed to glow.
i touched it
gently, so as to
not awaken
the dead.
the flag draped over it.
and billowing in
the soft wind.
the light brown polished top
holds an,
envelope.
a picture of me
and father.
before he left,
this is our last goodbye.
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This next piece of writing is very personal. Kind of like my experiance in jr. high. and my relationship with people... Maybe some of you have felt this way. Please, no harsh comments..
"A Gentle Reminder"
She's not a problem
she's your daughter.
speechless
coping
Home is not where you live, it's where you come alive.
she has a dream
to die for
literally.
she looks to heaven,
and hopes to maybe,
someday.
Crossover.
She wants to escape
the survival of
real life
and experiance
the sweet nirvana
that comes with the rising sun.
she thinks she's ordinary
you tell her she's
extraordinary
you take her camping
and tell her each and every rock is
inspirational,
but she is a red rose with a twist.
let's meet in the lobby
and over a cup of starbucks
you told her this is love
a dream space with soul
you told her to live
and to live well.
she'd have to
try.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Torn Apart
This is what you wanted right?
For me to be left for dead...
To be torn apart...
You knew from the beginning,
before you betrayed me..
that i would go insane.
So why did you leave me?
Was it the guilt..
..or the lies...
Whichever it was,
your now...
and forever...
Free.
or so it seems...
For me to be left for dead...
To be torn apart...
You knew from the beginning,
before you betrayed me..
that i would go insane.
So why did you leave me?
Was it the guilt..
..or the lies...
Whichever it was,
your now...
and forever...
Free.
or so it seems...
Monday, October 18, 2010
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