My whole life changed.
the cureIf I said I had
Love at First...fiery.
To MyselfI have something to say,
Breaking PointI can feel it, here, now.
My whole life changed.
I wish I could get you out of my head
But time and time again there you are
You are the first thing I think off
And the last thing at night
Oh I realise it meant more to me than you
But still I wish you want me too
You make me feel like a teenager anew
I know, me what a fool
Wisdom should come with age
So I always thought to be the case
But it seems love can make you a fool anew
There I go the forty year old fool
But I have no regrets, well not yet
I had fun and you make me feel brand new
For that I love you forever and a day
For that I will hold you fondly come what may
Love, the best thing in the world
Love, god how it can hurt
Love, will it ever come again
Love, always needed again and again
Love, the worst drug in the world
Love, always out of reach
Love, difficult at best
Love, should be meant to last
The hopeless romantic am I
Never losing hope
Maybe I am wrong
But still the hopeless romantic I am
My knight in shining armour I await
Foolish maybe, but still I wai
In the Night
Words upon the windowpane,
whispered in the night,
Frosty lines lie etched in gray,
meant to give you fright
Worry not, my dear sweet child,
for I am here with you,
And those who wish to harm us,
never will break through
Winds of howling creatures call,
to terrorize your soul,
But shut your eyes tight, darling,
and listen for the toll
When the night's been lifted,
and light begins to shine,
You'll see that you're all right,
the creatures did not dine
Another day before you,
another night behind,
Terror's in the peoples' eyes,
you swear, a cure you'll find
Through a tousle of cloud and eggshell blue I heard Time
laugh unkind, my life a series of wispy scenes was maimed
by others' cruel jest, my hurt humidified by their crime,
they tried to clog my silence with sound, my spirit untamed.
Through my tender years I encased my heart in a crystal lair
where dreams were tossed with technicolor thoughts, but the bones
of my feelings were too shallow under the Stars-the pain was there
too, pulsing to be seen, blood I spied as I searched for home.
Within my crystal heart many shoreline scars I still wear,
a tattoo of hurt I carry inside where none can see but the breeze
that blows pulverized daydreams from my season of being scared,
but no more will I be the lost abstraction for others to tease.
Sometimes anger leaves me half-baked, my tears freshly bled
as I swell and seethe, searching for someone to hear my plea,
to unfurl the rhymes from my seams into a poem, a tangible tread
my spirit must reach, at last this crystal heart is free.
Along the Dusty Sill
A once-clear pane of glass, now fogged with evidence of Jack's passing, fills my field of vision; it is the only object that I intend to see, at least for now. Can a reader imagine it quite like I can see it? I daresay not, for it is one of those moments that one must witness in order to fully understand. I, a child of only six, am transfixed by what lies outside of that icy window, too awed to move away, though I am becoming chilled. My mother heaves her heavy sigh, which has weathered the years and continues to speckle her speeches, and calls to my turned back once again, not quite begging, for me to join the family at the dining table. "It's Christmas Eve, Lauren, and all you can do is stare out of that silly window?" I nod to show that I can hear her, but make no move to leave my perch on the rug; somewhere out there is what I am waiting for, and I will not miss the chance to catch it.
An hour passes, seemingly unknown to me where I sit, and at last my mother becomes fed up with my
He keeps to himself;
he's not a big shot,
He really is happy,
with just what he's got.
She's a bit of a wild child;
she's never been silent,
But when the going gets tough,
she won't get violent.
They met at a club,
but not by choice,
His friends had forced him out;
he tried to use his voice.
She'd been down on her luck,
sitting home all alone,
Watching old movies,
and staring at the phone.
Her friends knew,
she needed a night,
To make her forget,
to give back her fight.
The Broken Rose,
the hottest place,
But both of our stars,
were hiding-- saving face,
At the bar,
next to each other,
friends acting like Mother.
She downs a shot,
he takes his turn,
Next thing you know,
they both start to burn.
He takes her out,
they walk in the park,
With the glow of the moon,
it doesn't feel dark.
A wooden bench,
they sit together,
Their moods uplifted,
like finding clear weather.
They share a kiss,
and then one more,
And only then they realize,
in the morning, it's four.
He drives h
Careful What You Wish For
I'm the one who stayed up all night,
Reading a tragic love story- twice.
You're the one who fit in all my dreams,
Among the Prince Charming's and happy endings.
She's the one who shattered like glass,
Every happy moment we'd ever had.
We're no more, we're both moving on,
a little stuck in the awkward stage.
I'm the one who sits all alone,
Whose crystal blue eyes only hold tears,
Who can't just accept what will and won't happen,
And who'll never trust so easily again.
I can feel it, here, now.
It's waiting for my decision.
And though I've told it through the door,
It's still waiting, patient in this time of chaos.
It must just be me, then.
The one with the chaos in her mind.
The lunatic who finally lost,
The little sanity she possessed.
And now all that's left of her is a shell.
A pretty shell, no doubt;
I've always been told of my sometimes beauty.
But a shell is not the real thing, dear.
You'll see soon enough.
I could lie, and spin a tale of woe,
For all to pity and cry over.
But, that isn't me, and you know that,
Don't you? You should, by now.
I'm only dramatic when I'm fine.
But, oh, what's that? You say I'm okay?
Don't make me laugh.
You actually believed my false words,
The ones that burned my lips on their way out?
How very...obvious of you.
Listening to my every word, as always;
A true gentleman. After all, why would I ever lie,
To you, of all people? Such a weak point, dear.
I can lie without a twitch or a blink, because of
I have something to say,
But you won't want to hear it...
You'll tune my words out,
Like I'm your least favorite
Radio station, or something close.
I probably am, aren't I?
So my penstrokes scratch,
On this lonely sheet,
Wanting to be seen, to be heard...
Knowing that they won't be;
You stopped reading your mail.
My pen is fading...Am I as well?
Love at First...
i looked up from my scribbling, seven words upon the otherwise blank paper, the last word in italics. yes, i wrote in italics. it truly isn't that hard.
i checked over my shoulder once more; the various sounds of the classroom not distracting me from my mission.
he was staring at me again.
he was the reason for those seven words on my paper. the paper that was supposed to contain my notes on the French Revolution, but somehow didn't.
the teacher didn't glance my way the entire period; he already knew me to be the one who drifted in and out of focus in random intervals.
so i stared back at my would-be stalker without interruption, neither of us blinking. he'd been doing this every day this week. and before that, i'd never even known he existed. i didn't know why i was the one he chose to stare endlessly at, but it didn't bother me much anyway. it wasn't like his stare was a limelight; quite the opposite, it se
If I said I had
What would you say?
I have a cure,
but not for those
What I have is a cure
for someting much greater,
something that everyone despises...
Or at least I do.
And everyone should.
Unless you don't.
Then this will be entirely useless to you.
You might hate me, then, for leading you on.
I really am.
You have no idea.
The cure I have,
it's not for you.
Maybe it never was.
But, then I'm different.
Always have been,
always will be, I'm afraid.
I have a stalker, as well.
Did you know that?
A beast who follows me, everywhere I go.
I hate him.
You would too, if he followed you.
I don't know.
You might, you might not.
You will one day.
I'm speaking in circles, now, aren't I?
Does it bother you?
I hope it does.
Because only then,
will you see my meaning.
Do you see it, now?
I see it, bright and clear.
It's coming at me, now.