Today I write this poem for you,
so listen hard, and true
It's a poem to sing about your life
sending silky echoes through the air
A poem to speak of your unjustice-
life just isn't fair?
Your home is chilling, body cold
mothers criticize your hair
Stop using me as an example;
just be happy standing there
I'm listening to you, fannatic
I'm enjoying your great smile
just give it time, life gets better
try to give it a while?
Your eyes are brilliant,
those tears don't suit them
your hands so warm for me to touch
let me hold them for a while,
and things will cool down, just that much
My friend, you're life is fine,
but you, m
Would anybody like to learn a lesson, here, or two?
Would anybody like to learn what she has done to you?
She's thrown you up and tossed you out,
and yet it's still to her you come to pout
She's led you on and cut you off,
and still when you're thirsty, you'll go to her water trough
I can't believe that you have fallen
so far for this baffoon
I can't believe that you have run so hard
to praise her raspy tune
She is the reason I've thrown up
the one I'm cutting out
This lady has no drink for me,
I won't run to her spout
her "voice"- it cannot captivate me
because I am really listening
I hope you've a lesson learned,
a problem
hidden in the dryer
waiting for it's rotation
impatience is the word
as the giggles burst
and I try not to be heard
waiting for someone
to come and find me
it wobbles as mother opens the door
"Shhhh!" Walk away quietly
my neck is bent
my back is aching
but I'll sit here, just keep on waiting
it's too much fun
to give in now
as mommy looks at me
a silent knowledge for only her
and I to see
Come on and open up the door
you're sure to find me
I can't be lost forever
what happens if you press the button?
Will I go round and round
in a swoosh of warm, dry air
or will I die
waiting for you to rescue me
I hyperventalate
The
This boy, he says to the girl
says that they're over,
he's done with it
can't lead her on,
it wouldn't fit
Says he just doesn't care
not that way, not anymore
not in his heart; never there
He lets her cry
right on his shoulder
lets her choke
on this broken boulder
it's stopped beating in her chest
Says he loves her still
just in the wrong way
asks if he should stay
And she says Why?
She wants for so much more
to let her voice go free
but he's no right to hear
because as he's leaving,
as she restrains her love stained fist,
he asks- no, dives,
for one last kiss.
One last stab,
one last gloat
She would have been okay,
Shivers running up my spine
knowing that there's never time
Wondering when I'll see you
waiting 'til I get my high
Patient for the kick
The caffeine, it won't come
I'm really not an addict
guess I'm just over-run
Come on coffee,
wake up and give me my day.
Let me write
and let me write
let me write tonight
We all know I can't live
without these broken words
written in my head
Without these shattered feels
tossed on down like needles
they've caused these scars,
may they never heal.
Why won't I let them heal?
Please just let me write
pouring out the lines
makes everything alright
ink onto the pages
fingers to the keys
Makes it all so real
passed from you
to me to
you know it comes from me.
Make it all okay,
it all go away
the jumbled things are in my mind
bouncing about
where I can't hide
Don't tear me away
I have to write
I'll fight, I'll scream- I'll bite
I Must Writ
Just don't leave
I know we've been through this before
but every day,
I say it more and more
The rain is falling in my eyes;
a never ending, false disguise
And I know we've been through this before
so why not again?
Why can't you
ca-an't you tr-y?
My voice is choking,
throat- it whispers
and these things you say-
they keep on hitting me
Just don't leave me again
I can't deal with pain again
I gave us up
then sought us out
so what's going on?
Are we enough,
or are we out?
How many times have we tried,
without you on my side
How many fights have we fought
unspoken and unsought
So Please
Just don't leave
I know we've b
Do you like it?
Being twins, that is...
I don't know, is it different?
Hey, this is my story,
NOT HIS
Is it hard, him just like you?
What are you saying
with him there, I'm nothing new?
Have you looked at me-
I'm a girl. If that's not different enough
you've got some problems with seeing
don't be so rough.
This is my brother
not my joint mind
step off, don't bother
there is no "my kind"
This is my brother:
he's nothing like me,
he wears all black...
and I'm named after a tree.
But now, in the end
I see what your words are saying
even if you aren't
This is my brother
he's not in my mind
yet he knows all my thoughts
c
I am simply just an only girl
just an only me
So when I'm staring into this great big world
it's hard to understand, and kinda hard to see
How am I supposed to know?
What I want,
Where to go?
How do I do whatever I do
and when can I come back
and will I find you?
Simply some girl
there are too many paths to travel
I'm too young to know
which hole do I leave
and which ones do I sew?
I don't understand how you did this
and how you expect me to
I asked if you had any dreams
and if any had pulled through
and you said yes,
but no
But me, I have dreams
even I don't know them
and I don't want to be like you
it's hard enough t
There's a ghost in the window
I can't seem to shake her
every time I pass her by
she's watching me, her eye level to my eye
It is a she, that I can be sure
her and I- we've got a lot in common
we like to stare, we like to watch
and when they come, we're both satisfied
She stares at him, I stare at him
when we glance back to eachother
Hair falls from my ear
she tucks it up behind hers
Lonely stares, every time I pass
her face has fallen pale
she's not alone, but in her eyes...
she looks at only me and I look at only her
And in her eyes there is a stare
that can't let go of those around her
a stare for hunger, a stare for fear
wow. so drinking is fun, but not when you have to catch the metro before it closes and your friends INSIST they know where to go and they really donàt and then youàre stuck in the middle of rome.
so far europe is awesome, although french people are mean, toilets donàt work, and everything smells.
so much fun. crazyness.
but i really canàt wait to come home and play with my sewing machine again. itàs been like over 4 weeks. just 12 days to go.
Frick. I turn 18 in three days, and I still haven't gotten my twin a present.
I don't want responsibilities... yargh. I need a job, and since I was a silly child whose only jobs have had to do with teaching kids art, I don't have any experience that can be used anywhere. I have never once run a cash register.
Lovely lovely.
It's 2008, I get to graduate :D
Of course... I need to hop to it and do my HW. And actually start my homeschooled math course...
and in order to get into the college I want I need to get 3 foreign language credits within the next two years before I go. Unless spanish 1 in high school and spanish one in college equal two different credits to this college. Then I only need two more credits.
And really, they should... I mean, they're teaching at different difficulties...
Silly western oregon university.