| Poetry |
| This poetry was not written by me in any way, just poetry from a good friend of mine. Maybe someday my material will appear on this page, but as it currently does not exist, it's probably going to be a while |
| Never But Always never the wallflower at the princes' ball never ever the fly on the wall always the social butterfly caught in between all of the hub bub of the crazy scene. I wish I could sit outside myself and view myself through other's eyes I'd like to know what they see both the stupidity and the wise never the one everyone wants never the one with endless vaunts always the girl left all alone sad and lonely, c'mon throw me a bone I wish I could see what you see and be the one who's so much fun I'd like to be happy in someone's arms and the claim the lovely name of "hun" never the wallflower at the princes' ball never ever the fly on the wall always the social butterfly cought in between all of the hub bub of the crazy scene I'm never always the one you want |
| Work In Progress
thought i was done done with you thought it was over my unrealistic lover never seen your face but i know your heart know its truths and know its faults thought i was done we walked away as friends thought it was over but my feelings thought otherwise my heart still longs for you but what does my mind have to say? its being held hostage with a gun to its figurative throat im choking on my own thoughts my life is an indeterminable work in progress and your the deciding factor thought i was done thought it was over maybe i thought wrong |
| Falling Into The Trap falling into the trap again thinking i've got you pinned then it happens im turned down again same story same bullshit not avoiding me you say well i say your lying empty promises false hopes and i really thought you were for real guess i was wrong falling into the trap again thinking ive got you figured you out deciphered your motives, your secret agenda then it happens im surprised again different story this time but this ones a dream singing my heart out and a face catches my glance its you and your flawless smile and its smiling for me or so i thought but its all just a mirage a helpless hallucination my careless delusions of us will never be falling into the trap again falling for you when its not worth the heartache its just not worth the pain f a l l i n g into the trap again |
| my deepest desire, my truest wish
my deepest desire my truest wish thrown into a blender a brand new dish crushed by the blades of this torturous society where the beautiful ones win for something less than propriety the answer to all my problems the man with the plan it all seems like nothing more than a tumultuous scam my deepest desire my truest wish held down by the man destined to vanish |
| I wish...
i wish i could fix everything with a snap of my fingers or a flip of my hair It's all dust to be wiped away never to be seen again until tomorrow when it reappears worse than it was yesterday I wish i could stop your hurting but im not that powerful i wish i could make the world smile and erase every frown ever frowned but im not that magical i wish i could do away with depression and pain but all i can do is be a friend It's just sand on the ground swept away by the wind only to be displaced elsewhere a never ending cycle I wish i could change everything with a snap of my fingers or a flip of my hair but all i can be is me all i can be is a shoulder to cry on a wing to fly with a friend |
| Nostalgia
I miss the days of my younger years when a balloon or a cardboard box stopped all my tears I miss the days of my childhood when superhero had a three letter definiton MOM I miss the days when boys had cooties and the only man that mattered was DAD I miss the days of my younger years when a balloon or a cardboard box stopped all my tears So magic time machine take me back let me be a child again When all that mattered was candy When all you had to do was pout the right way to get what you wanted when a scrape on the knee was your biggest problem take me back before depression and before relationship troubles I miss the days of my younger years when a balloon or a cardboard box stopped all my tears I want to be a kid again time machine take me back |
| I love being...
I love being barefoot, free alone, surrounded loved, hated, and everthing in between I love being me |
| vocal desires silent fires
vocal desires silent fires why is that you can so conspire a hope in me to seek and believe only to crash and fail to conceive the love or heart of another |
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