I Bet You Do

Do you send her those songs that you said were mine?
I bet you do
Do you look in her eyes and tell her they shine?
I bet you do
Do you remake those poems with her name in each line?
I bet you do
Do you tell her she is your first and only
That when you’re apart you get o so lonely
And you hope all her dreams will come true
I bet you do

Cause you are a smooth talker
You know just what to say to get your way and make em stay

Do you talk her into believing your lies?
I bet you do
Do you make her feel guilty whenever she cries?
I bet you do
Do you cut her down whenever she tries?
I bet you do
Do you tell her you want to get married someday
You wanna have kids and a backyard for play
Do you tell her you love her even though it’s not true
I bet you do

Cause you are a smooth talker
You know just what to say to get your way and make em stay
And everyday you build the walls up higher still
So you can’t love no one for real
And you never ever have to feel
Even with all those hearts you steal
Do you know what it’s like to be hurt and abused
To be played with and used
And wrongly accused
Do you know how it feels to be treated by you
I bet you do

He Is

I am a goofy laugh
A stretched out smile
And tiny squinty eyes perched on
Rounded dimpled cheeks

I am dark hair
And a warm snuggly hug
Delicious smelling cologne
Clinging to a polo shirt

I am curiously aware
Watching what goes on
Open, Honest, Interested
And I remember what you like

I am a gentle protective hand
Resting on your waist
Sending tingles through your skin
And butterflies to your tummy

I am a timid first kiss
Like bubbles touching in air
Bursting on contact and melting away
Leaving a sweet taste behind

I am a shoulder to cry on
Arms to hold you
Hands to help you
And a heart to love you

This is what I am

Collision

I can shut the world out by just closing my eyes
So simply that it takes no effort
One eyelid
Two
Thin layers of skin protecting me
Darkness is my solace
Keeps me from going insane
An emotionless mask graces my face, hiding me from all that I see
That I might be
I cannot see it coming, so therefore does it not come?
A car rushing towards me
Time freezes
And in the aftermath that teases I realize
A piece is missing from the puzzle
A crease in the fabric
A cease in the fire
From the sight of the beast and the screech of the tire
To the loudest silence I’ve ever heard
Panic
Tears forming
Breath heaving
Satanic
A ghostly thought creeps in my soul
Is this it?
I’m sickened to the point of dread
A mistake I can’t take back
No rewind button, no do over to play
My eyes close again keeping demons at bay
The angry jaws locked on my hood
A heinous flaw etched in the glass
And pain
Unrelenting and unforgiving
A shout pregnant with anger and blame
Snakes its way across the smoky battlefield
To my…undamaged ear
A hammer and chisel
Chipping hastily away at my fragile composure
And down fall the tears
As confirmed are my fears
That this…
This is big
Too big for me
Is this really my fault?
What have I done?
Guilt and fear, shame and dread
With the small consolation that…
At least no one’s dead
But that glaring crunch in the hood of my car
Locked on the bumper of a big SUV
Our scar of cars ripped on a one lane road
And the sound of the sirens that strode on the air
A rush to our aid
A blush on my face
Telling my side was only a waste
Repeating my name and age for the umpteenth time
With head and wrist throbbing
And an unsettling ringing in my deafened ear
Until every paramedic, firefighter, and cop
Had viewed the place where we came to a stop
Furrowed brow, streaming tears
The fear almost gone
But something’s not right
It still feels all wrong
Lurking in the back
An eerie sneering gremlin
But pain and hurt trump this thought
Locking it away in a tight box
Soon all I know are comforting arms and caresses

Imaginary Audience

This poem is based off of something we talked about in Adolescent Psychology today.


I’ve always preferred closed doors
Shutting things out
Keeping things in
Safety from the din
Sweet silence is my friend
Peaceful
All alone is fine with me
Keeping secrets with myself
Whispering hidden thoughts
Or
Being what I wouldn’t be
Doing what I couldn’t do
Dreaming what I shouldn’t dream…

A scream shakes my walls
A beam goes flashing through the halls
A seam rips cleanly,
The curtain falls upon a stage
Just meant for me
All I see
Cushioned chairs, row on row
So low the lights
But stinging bright
Right into my eyes
Too many places and open spaces
My mind begins to reconstruct
Tightening barriers
A cat clinging with claws
Sprawled in an attempt to be rid of all flaws
Where to flee? What to be?
Is everyone out there looking at me?
A lone figure, right down in front
Frantically searching for something
Far off
A familiar jaw line
And messy mop of hair
A tear in the face for a mouth
A small button nose and oddly shaped clothes
But the eyes
The eyes, I cannot deny…
A reflection of myself
Just a mirror stares back at the girl on stage
And all the other seats
Are free of occupants
Empty as can be
The only one watching
The only one staring
The only one caring at all
Is me

Sailor Sky (Song)

Lookin out at that sailor sky
There’s an empty place beside me
The clouds in all their beauty
Can’t keep me from bein lonely
Tonight I wonder where you are
And if you feel it too
It’s a red sky at night
But there ain’t no delight
On my side of the moon

Why did you leave me all alone
Did you think you wouldn’t miss me
Well now looks like your on your own
Good luck tryin to replace me
This morning as I see that sky
I know you wont think its fun
Cuz the morning’s cold
And the warning’s told
On my side of the sun

Sailor Sky
Tells the truth
A broken heart, a love that’s torn
A heart that can’t be mended
Bleeding clouds
Red and bruised
It’s been too long, we’ll just move on
Before the ships come in

Oh I’ve tried so long, and it hurts so bad
We can’t make this work, so lets just be strong
Take that step, hold your breath, close your eyes and don’t look back

Cuz that Sailor Sky
Tells the truth
A broken heart, a love that’s torn
A heart that can’t be mended
Bleeding clouds
Red and bruised
It’s been too long, we’ll just move on
Before the ships come in

Contest

so guys im gonna enter this crazy poetry contest and im gonna need some help compiling my best pieces. i need 40-50 pages of poetry and if i win they will be published in a book! it starts in september and i can make multiple entries, so if there is one u particularly think should be included let me kno!!

Fantastically Real... Or Not

Are there no such things as fairytales?
Are young girls all deceived?
All the wishing and the hoping
What good can it be?
When seeing life for what it really is
Do we shrink away and cower?
Are we content to leave Repunzel
Locked away up in a tower?
But real life; it is so bitter sweet
Once believing then doubting all
When our prince comes prancing gallantly
A straight crash into the wall…

So aptly named are fairytales
For tales are all they are
Spending long cold nights at home alone
And dressing up the scars
How do I face the world again
After finally becoming aware
That I leapt hastily from a building
On not even but a dare
Love, love, unrequited love
Soft silky lips are mine to miss
Because there may be no such thing
As wonderful as true loves kiss…

It is silly but I must confess that I
Am no better than the average maid
For though my talk is cynical
All the options must be weighed
Maybe he’s out there waiting too
Searching ‘cross the distant land
He is carefully biding all his time
Then he’ll one day ask my hand
It could be just like I planned it
However unlikely that may be
So until then I guess I’ll wait for him
I’m blind before I see…

Life Goes On

Two days into the new year, I found myself scribbling out 2009 and replacing it with 2010. Frustrated, preoccupied, I hastily signed the check and handed it over. When the store clerk asked if that would be all I stared at her trying to understand why she would ask such a ridiculous question. But when the look on her face showed surprise at the look on mine, I shook my head and mumbled that indeed it would. Apparently just because my life was in shambles didn't mean that the rest of the world wouldn't continue to function with programmed persistence.

Who Am I?

Who am I?
I’m the one
You know, walking down the street
The one you never meet
Stepping to my own beat
Who am I?
I’m the one you’ve never talked to
But why?
Because I’m just a little strange
And I sometimes look deranged
Or maybe just because I’m plain
You see
I don’t mind that you don’t know
I don’t mind when you don’t ask
The task
At hand
Is greater than the knowing
Greater than the showing
I don’t
Need to be needed
Want to be wanted
Or seen

Grief

A hulking, black, accumulation of bereavement audaciously seeps into an infinitesimal fissure carved in the stone surface. It is a bleeding vapor with the breath of kraken; cold but sickly, feverish and sticky with perspiration. Clammy claws cringe for an instant but boldly move forward to the pulsing core.
Every beat
Soon secretes
Oozing sores
Through closed doors
Every whine
Taps in time
He sees the heart so innocent and safe; it falters at his presence. Each thrum sends power to this diabolical creature. Growing and stretching into every crevice, his tendril fingers reach the delicate, life-giving organ. He produces a calcified, rust ridden, dagger barbed and scarred with age and begins to slice wildly at the beating flesh. No smooth edge to neatly wound; grief ravages his victim.

A Hope for Our Generation

ok so this is a poem i am working on to perform at the next open mic night. tell me wat u think.


Everyday I see faces with spaces
And people in places
That I never thought I’d see
All around us, lives, precious lives
Are falling to pieces
Furrowed brows covered in creases
With the dawning of a new age
Depression
Anxiety
With the pains that society
Has pushed onto shoulders
Too young and too weak to bear the burden
Or know the difference
When do we stop this hypocritical flow
Of stubbing toes
And crashing blows
Making foes of those
Who don’t even know
What they’re up against
When do we stop and think
Whoa… this doesn’t make any sense
That lost generation is crying for justice
Calling for healing
But dying for dealing
We sell their souls for cheap pleasure
And parlor tricks
You people that are hurting
You’re reaching out to anything and everything
To stop it
You pop those pills
Drop those lines
Cop that attitude of “its all fine”
But it’s not all fine
It’s all a lie
A single finger on a trigger
You can’t see there’s
Something bigger than all this world
Has to offer
But I can show you what love is
Because I may have never been there, where you are
I may not know what it’s like
But I know what He’s like
And He knows what your like
And somewhere out there someone
Knows what it could be like
So don’t tell me you don’t want it
Because I know it
And you know it
So they know it
And we know it
That everybody wants the Love of all loves
To be accepted
Not rejected
To be vulnerable once more
Our innocence was stolen
Like petals ripped from roses
And the lesson I suppose is
That we cant let that happen ever,
Ever again
But He’s not asking for a little
Of what you can give
Or how you should live
He wants it all…
All the pain and bane
All the plain and insane
And everything that causes strain
Not just good days
Not just good deeds
He wants the flowers
AND the weeds
See that Devil tells you lies
Because he wants to hear your cries
But what he doesn’t know is that he’s pushing you
Into the arms of Love
So raise your voice in praise
Lift His name up all your days
Follow Him in all your ways
Because our JESUS SAVES!

Little Sister's Lullaby

Sister dear, close your eyes
Until you’re fast asleep
Your breathing sounds like kitten sighs
As languid shadows creep

Sister dear, take my hand
You know that I’ll be near
You’ll drift off too a distant land
But you need never fear

Sleepy little head
Dressed in curly brown locks
Lay down on your bed
And listen to the cuckoo clocks
Never fret, never worry
Little mice know when to scurry
Off to bed, now it’s time
I’ll tell you one more bedtime rhyme

Sister dear, all is well
And all the world’s at rest
The crier sounds his evening bell
The sun sinks in the west

Sister dear, do not cry
I’ll see you again soon
So you don’t need to say goodbye
Just whisper to the moon

Sleepy little head
Dressed in curly brown locks
Lay down on your bed
And listen to the cuckoo clocks
Never fret, never worry
Little mice know when to scurry
Off to bed, now it’s time
I’ll tell you no more bedtime rhymes