Here are a few lines I love but dont quite know just how and where to place them. If ya got any ideas, please share!
Unknown intelligence of a quiet heart is the eye of a storm filled with imperfect nothingness
Stranded lies buried beneath a broken sunset
She was breathing determination
Rosie-cheeked fright hides behind laughter
Abandoned intelligence finds itself in a grim mosaic casket
Music streams from the fingertips
Your feelinsg aside, sponge up other's
Monday, November 26, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Love in an Envelope
Each week he sends his love in an envelope
Love, that is green and papery
It has no emotion, no feeling
No love.
He'd seal the envelope with the lips that once kissed her head
Showing how proud he was to have someone like her in his life.
He would sweep her off her feet with one brisk movement of his arm
And plant her firmly atop his shoulders.
Up there she was invinsible, unbreakable: on the top of the world
They would eat everything in sight, everything containing sugar
They're lucky to still have teeth
She beat him everytime at those silly carnival games
Those ground hogs didn't stand a chance.
Nor did the frogs flying through the air, praying to land in a lily pad.
But licking the cotton candy off their sticky fingers was the best.
Germs were no issue.
Where is this child?
She is grown up and looking for that father, that friend she once relied on.
All the memories, buried beneath the cobwebs in the back of her mind.
Behind sports, school, and boys.
Where is the father?
At work, in his tiny cluttered partment, at a bar
forgetting about the child
No calls.
Visits two times a month, if that.
While he sits with strangers at a pub somewhere wasting his life away,
that child is starting highschool.
Joining sports and making the team.
Getting good grades.
Dealing with the everyday pressures of life.
Aren't these the times he should be doing everyting he possibly can to be with her?
Be there for her?
These are the moments she needs him most.
He is no where to be found.
She wonders; why does he not make an effort to see me?
Am I not an important piece of his life?
Do I dissappoint him?
Does he love even me anymore?
These questions mean nothing.
Never again will he get the chance to truly know his daughter. She will wait no longer.
Yet although her patience has run out, she...
I will always love you dad.
Love, that is green and papery
It has no emotion, no feeling
No love.
He'd seal the envelope with the lips that once kissed her head
Showing how proud he was to have someone like her in his life.
He would sweep her off her feet with one brisk movement of his arm
And plant her firmly atop his shoulders.
Up there she was invinsible, unbreakable: on the top of the world
They would eat everything in sight, everything containing sugar
They're lucky to still have teeth
She beat him everytime at those silly carnival games
Those ground hogs didn't stand a chance.
Nor did the frogs flying through the air, praying to land in a lily pad.
But licking the cotton candy off their sticky fingers was the best.
Germs were no issue.
Where is this child?
She is grown up and looking for that father, that friend she once relied on.
All the memories, buried beneath the cobwebs in the back of her mind.
Behind sports, school, and boys.
Where is the father?
At work, in his tiny cluttered partment, at a bar
forgetting about the child
No calls.
Visits two times a month, if that.
While he sits with strangers at a pub somewhere wasting his life away,
that child is starting highschool.
Joining sports and making the team.
Getting good grades.
Dealing with the everyday pressures of life.
Aren't these the times he should be doing everyting he possibly can to be with her?
Be there for her?
These are the moments she needs him most.
He is no where to be found.
She wonders; why does he not make an effort to see me?
Am I not an important piece of his life?
Do I dissappoint him?
Does he love even me anymore?
These questions mean nothing.
Never again will he get the chance to truly know his daughter. She will wait no longer.
Yet although her patience has run out, she...
I will always love you dad.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
innocence lost
The beast arose from my body
It has forever been shackled to my inside
Waiting for an intimate moment to unravel through my blood
I thought to myself
Is it worth it?
To soil my reputation? To
endanger my innocence?
Yes
For I have longed to be desired
If I had only known this pebble of a memory would soon become
A boulder
S p i r a l i n g out of control
It has forever been shackled to my inside
Waiting for an intimate moment to unravel through my blood
I thought to myself
Is it worth it?
To soil my reputation? To
endanger my innocence?
Yes
For I have longed to be desired
If I had only known this pebble of a memory would soon become
A boulder
S p i r a l i n g out of control
empty silence
Have you ever listened?
To your heartbeat?
No—
I mean really listened:
Sitting motionless, breathless.
This is
all she hears,
all that she is allowed.
She cannot move,
breathe,
feel.
She must sit, afraid he will find her:
The shadow that hangs over her when she sleeps,
The belt that shatters the air
and her flesh,
The clenched fists that say you’re
nothing-
nothing.
And soon they will be right
To your heartbeat?
No—
I mean really listened:
Sitting motionless, breathless.
This is
all she hears,
all that she is allowed.
She cannot move,
breathe,
feel.
She must sit, afraid he will find her:
The shadow that hangs over her when she sleeps,
The belt that shatters the air
and her flesh,
The clenched fists that say you’re
nothing-
nothing.
And soon they will be right
Clearly I was Unconscious
I woke up this morning, hopped out of bed
Ten minutes later, I had a second head
What caused it I asked, was it something I did?
Just then I realized; this is one of the wonders of being a teenage kid
I grabbed all my make up, pulled the cover up out
Globbed it onto my forehead, yet I still had a reason to pout
I used up my make up, my face was soon orange
So I washed it all off, down my face it came pourin'
Then i picked up my pace, this thing wouldn't budge
I grew so frustrated, I was ready to get the sledge (hammer)
I finally gave up, the monster would win
But I had an idea, and I let out a grin
I came up with some bogus lie, about how I hit the door's corner
I made people chuckle, I said "it came outta nowhere!"
This was the only cover up I ever truly needed
Ten minutes later, I had a second head
What caused it I asked, was it something I did?
Just then I realized; this is one of the wonders of being a teenage kid
I grabbed all my make up, pulled the cover up out
Globbed it onto my forehead, yet I still had a reason to pout
I used up my make up, my face was soon orange
So I washed it all off, down my face it came pourin'
Then i picked up my pace, this thing wouldn't budge
I grew so frustrated, I was ready to get the sledge (hammer)
I finally gave up, the monster would win
But I had an idea, and I let out a grin
I came up with some bogus lie, about how I hit the door's corner
I made people chuckle, I said "it came outta nowhere!"
This was the only cover up I ever truly needed
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