stain myself
with ink,
it seems
through hand
pores
words sinking themsevles
into my DNA
covering my body in their
defenitions and
flow
creating a new person
as new skin forces
the old one
off
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Growing Up
why must you
always manage to
give me this
goddamned feeling that I'm
always doing something
wrong?
why can't i go out
an have you not sounding
shocked?
or having fun an asking
if i'm feeling
alright?
please,
mom,
dad,
let go,
you're going to
have to anyways
learn that i won't
always be there
and neither will
you
please, let me
go out and
live
always manage to
give me this
goddamned feeling that I'm
always doing something
wrong?
why can't i go out
an have you not sounding
shocked?
or having fun an asking
if i'm feeling
alright?
please,
mom,
dad,
let go,
you're going to
have to anyways
learn that i won't
always be there
and neither will
you
please, let me
go out and
live
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Me and Dad
Highway
Change the radio
You're going so
Fast
Speeding cause you know
I don't
mind.
subjects change
bouncing one
to another
because you just have
so much to
say
and we haven't talked in
forever
Change the radio
You're going so
Fast
Speeding cause you know
I don't
mind.
subjects change
bouncing one
to another
because you just have
so much to
say
and we haven't talked in
forever
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Poetry In Motion #5
poetry in motion
isn't what you see
it as
you're looking for
bigger and better
tha what you already
are
why ask for more
when you're my
everything?
you don't need to be
stronger,
slimmer,
because the way you
hold me
wouldn't be the
same
neither would the way
you move
because to me,
you've got poetry
written all over you,
changing yourself would be like
changing the words
and the words
that are already
perfect
isn't what you see
it as
you're looking for
bigger and better
tha what you already
are
why ask for more
when you're my
everything?
you don't need to be
stronger,
slimmer,
because the way you
hold me
wouldn't be the
same
neither would the way
you move
because to me,
you've got poetry
written all over you,
changing yourself would be like
changing the words
and the words
that are already
perfect
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Flying Forever
Maybe calling
Wasn't the
Best idea
Ever
Made me more
Confused
Which is
Something I
Don't need
I'm already spinning
At a hundred
Miles an
Hour
And am
Afraid that when
I end up stopping
I'll fly
Forever
And when I
Hit the
Ground
I won't be
Able to get
Up
No matter
What you
Tell me
Wasn't the
Best idea
Ever
Made me more
Confused
Which is
Something I
Don't need
I'm already spinning
At a hundred
Miles an
Hour
And am
Afraid that when
I end up stopping
I'll fly
Forever
And when I
Hit the
Ground
I won't be
Able to get
Up
No matter
What you
Tell me
I Want
I want
Black and white
And
Old school
I want
Open thoughts
Loud laughter
And things
Making sense
I want
Tears to
Fly away,
Somewhere far
Never come
Back
I want
A chance
To prove myself
To someone
Other than
Me
I want
To scream in his
Face
Tell him
Exactly how it's
Going down
I want
Someone to hold
Me
And love me
For being
Me
Black and white
And
Old school
I want
Open thoughts
Loud laughter
And things
Making sense
I want
Tears to
Fly away,
Somewhere far
Never come
Back
I want
A chance
To prove myself
To someone
Other than
Me
I want
To scream in his
Face
Tell him
Exactly how it's
Going down
I want
Someone to hold
Me
And love me
For being
Me
Package of Poetry
That Girl
she's just
trying
to make it to
the next step
and she's wondering
why
she's going though
it all
is life
going to get
much
better?
or is she
doing it for
nothing?
she closes her
eyes each night
as tears silently
flow
praying she's
going the right
way>>>
What's That Say?
Washing away
Every bit of
What I don't
Like
Trying so hard
To find
Love
The water's turning
Dirtier
So what does
That say
Of
Me?
Something Worth
I want to peel
Back each
Layer of
Skin
Until I find
Something worth
Keeping
Apply
Scrubbing away
Every inch
Of myself
And hoping to
Apply what
They find
Attractive
Searching
I want to be loved
I want to love
Why's it so hard
To find?
I've searched
And am wearing
Away
Until I can't
See
Myself
I've faded,
Trying to find
The perfect
Love
That really
Doesn't
Exist
she's just
trying
to make it to
the next step
and she's wondering
why
she's going t
it all
is life
going to get
much
better?
or is she
doing it for
she closes her
eyes each night
as tears silently
flow
praying she's
going the right
What's That Say?
Washing away
Every bit of
What I don't
Like
Trying so hard
To find
Love
The water's turning
Dirtier
So what does
That say
Me?
Something Worth
I want to peel
Back each
Layer of
Until I find
Something worth
Apply
Scrubbing away
Every inch
Of myself
And hoping to
Apply what
Attractive
Searching
I want to be loved
I want to love
Why's it so hard
To find?
I've searched
And am wearing
Away
See
Myself
I've faded,
Trying to find
The perfect
Love
That really
Doesn't
Exist
I wish I could
Hate you
Find every
Quality
And throw them
Down onto
Boulders
Below
Watch them
Shatter
Against the
rocks
shatter
into a million
little pieces
or more
but no,
i can't
manage it
you have one
quality i
can't seem
to let
fall
the way you
come right back
whenever i'm
upset
just when
i think you've
abandoned
me
you come
back
and i can't
seem to be
able to throw
that away
i hate that
i love
you
Hate you
Find every
Quality
And throw them
Down onto
Boulders
Below
Watch them
Shatter
Against the
rocks
shatter
into a million
little pieces
or more
but no,
i can't
manage it
you have one
quality i
can't seem
to let
fall
the way you
come right back
whenever i'm
upset
just when
i think you've
abandoned
me
you come
back
and i can't
seem to be
able to throw
that away
i hate that
i love
you
Let Myself Let You Go
i'm sick of being
just
'one girl
i happen to
know'
to you
i'm sick of you
choosing when
you know me
and when
you
don't
if i'm so
sick
why can't i
let myself
let you
go?
just
'one girl
i happen to
know'
to you
i'm sick of you
choosing when
you know me
and when
you
don't
if i'm so
sick
why can't i
let myself
let you
go?
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Forgotten Living
faded words
pencilled in
on crumpled
pages
have been
forgotten
and yet still
manage to
live
so why
can't
I?
pencilled in
on crumpled
pages
have been
forgotten
and yet still
manage to
live
so why
can't
I?
Friday, July 6, 2007
Superheroes
i believed in
superheroes
and one came
when i needed
him
flew right into
my heart,
and made himself
at home
and then when
i wasn't
looking
he opened the door
and flew
back out
superheroes
and one came
when i needed
him
flew right into
my heart,
and made himself
at home
and then when
i wasn't
looking
he opened the door
and flew
back out
She's Just Waiting
she's just waiting
for that perfect
guy
to see beyond
her catcher's mask,
basketball jersey,
track cleats,
volleyball pads,
speed swimmer's
suit
she's just waiting
for the perfect
guy
who'll see
that
she's scared of
making mistakes,
getting hurt,
breaking down,
being weak.
she's just waiting,
for the perfect
guy
to tell her that
she's beautiful,
unique,
smart,
and his
that she's his
only girl
she's just waiting,
cause she
knows
she's worth
him.
for that perfect
guy
to see beyond
her catcher's mask,
basketball jersey,
track cleats,
volleyball pads,
speed swimmer's
suit
she's just waiting
for the perfect
guy
who'll see
that
she's scared of
making mistakes,
getting hurt,
breaking down,
being weak.
she's just waiting,
for the perfect
guy
to tell her that
she's beautiful,
unique,
smart,
and his
that she's his
only girl
she's just waiting,
cause she
knows
she's worth
him.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
It's Not Just 'I Like You'
The words I want you to say aren't, "I like you," there's time enough for that.
No, I want to know how your day went, don't leave anything out. What kind of food you wre craving since you walked into first period, that you can't stand your science teacher, and that nobody know, but you simply adore art, the idea behind it all.
I want to know how you're stuck in the back (again) and you're sick of not being able to read the board.
That you can't live without your friends, and you value them beyond popularity (even though you have that anyways baby!).
How all you want to do is go and sit outside on your lawn, watch the sun set, moon rise.
Why you're so excited for your new school year, though really, nothing beats summer. Really, nothing (except, me (but you don't need to say that...yet.)).
What country you wish you could visit (and not because of the girls there boy!).
Where you hang out, your favorite place (it's in my arms, I know. But there are others) to be.
The sound of water lapping as the moon rises isn't cheesy.
Boy, that's what I want you to say. It's everything easy, simple....PURE!.Everything about you.
Because, even if you don't say, "I like you," you don't have to when you're letting me in.
No, I want to know how your day went, don't leave anything out. What kind of food you wre craving since you walked into first period, that you can't stand your science teacher, and that nobody know, but you simply adore art, the idea behind it all.
I want to know how you're stuck in the back (again) and you're sick of not being able to read the board.
That you can't live without your friends, and you value them beyond popularity (even though you have that anyways baby!).
How all you want to do is go and sit outside on your lawn, watch the sun set, moon rise.
Why you're so excited for your new school year, though really, nothing beats summer. Really, nothing (except, me (but you don't need to say that...yet.)).
What country you wish you could visit (and not because of the girls there boy!).
Where you hang out, your favorite place (it's in my arms, I know. But there are others) to be.
The sound of water lapping as the moon rises isn't cheesy.
Boy, that's what I want you to say. It's everything easy, simple....PURE!.Everything about you.
Because, even if you don't say, "I like you," you don't have to when you're letting me in.
Black, White, & Faded
I’m gonna ask for black and white and faded.
I want to be able to see every mistake we made, and how we can cover them with ink.
I’ll paint myself red for what was lost, and white stripes for what’s remaining, what’s still pure in us.
A red and white ribbon threaded through that medal because we've gotten this far.
And ink black tears are falling down because we won't make it farther.
I want to be able to see every mistake we made, and how we can cover them with ink.
I’ll paint myself red for what was lost, and white stripes for what’s remaining, what’s still pure in us.
A red and white ribbon threaded through that medal because we've gotten this far.
And ink black tears are falling down because we won't make it farther.
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