August poetry Part 4
8/21/06 cont.
Delusional Supporter
She needed support-
Encouragement-
Love.
He said what she needed to hear.
He made false promises,
She gave up herself momentarily.
He gave her scars
She gave him
Her beliefs in trade
For a manipulating support.
She was gullible
And her heart never fully recovered.
She left him . . .
As she was confused over everything:
From morals to logic
From Emotions to beliefs
All was chaos.
She'll never be as sweet as she was-
All is lost!
Cold Song
Morals fall like pennies
In a dark fountain
Just to disappear into the darkness
Lust and greed conquer all innocence.
Confusion strangles all hope.
Desperation falls over harden souls,
And grows in illegal activity:
No right
No wrong
No way to goodness
No way to evil
When a soul just stands there.
No fight
No struggle
When morals are in the way.
Just a clear path
To destroy a soul.
Society is proud-
Too proud-
Of the wrongful accomplishment.
Minor chords lightly strum
As a cold, sad song is played-
For the death of innocence
Is wept by angels looking below.
8/22/06
Regretful Frustrations
A letter was written
Depression hits hard
As life goes on . . .
And time goes on . . .
Court ended
Bring a conclusion:
No mood changing liquids
And no mind altering drugs
Are allowed.
And she must keep busy with school and work.
Friends offer to go out,
She declines.
She thinks of him,
And condemns herself
As she ponders . . .
Exactly why she did what she did?
She honestly thought
She didn't make him happy as . . .
He stopped visiting her.
He didn't want her to visit him.
He didn't want her to call. (Call as much)
And he stopped saying,
"I love you."
She thought he found someone else
To enlighten his fancy,
To challenge his intelligence,
To steal his heart,
To borrow his time,
Since she didn't speak with him as much
Her imagination took the worst in her,
And created a letter with an wrongful impulse.
An impulse now she regrets.
Now she stands alone in frustrating regret
As she regrets her imaginative frustration.
8/26/06
Pieces of Her
She was always a special person
She always tried to put other before herself
She had hopes and dreams
She had morals and beliefs
And now all is a pile of chaos
Like a tangled ball of yarn
She gave herself away
She turn against her friends
To please him
And now she's alone.
She left him, because she hated herself.
She was confused:
How she could hate herself, but love him?
How could she ever treat him well,
If she hurt herself?
How she could she ever make him happy,
If happiness to her was an illusion?
How could she tell him to give up anything,
When she didn't want to give anything?
How could he love her when she was weak,
When she wasn't herself?
She stood in confusion . . .
Looking for all the piece of her
To make her whole again
As she realized,
He still had the most important thing . . .
Her heart.
Smokey Taste
The bud rolled on her lips
The flavored, hazy air
Filled her mouth
And flew out
A discolored cloud
Of a grayish black
The same color of her heart currently
Her tongue tasted the misty drag
As she thought of him
She closes her eyes as she inhaled
She remembered the way he normally tasted
When she kissed him.
And then sighed as she flicked the ashes
As soon as the cigarette was finish
She would close her mouth to see how long
She can still taste him
Just so she can remember.
8/31/06
Secret Speculations
She sits at the creek
And wonders:
What is he doing?
Is he happy?
Has he found someone else?
She remembers kissing the stranger
Introduced by a friend who
Thought they knew her-
they did not know her at all.
The kiss was nothing . . .
There was nothing.
Tears fall as reality hit her . . .
She lost him.
The only thing she could do now is . . .
Pray
Hope
Wish on every star that he'll find happiness.
All she ever wanted was for him to be happy.
Delusional Supporter
She needed support-
Encouragement-
Love.
He said what she needed to hear.
He made false promises,
She gave up herself momentarily.
He gave her scars
She gave him
Her beliefs in trade
For a manipulating support.
She was gullible
And her heart never fully recovered.
She left him . . .
As she was confused over everything:
From morals to logic
From Emotions to beliefs
All was chaos.
She'll never be as sweet as she was-
All is lost!
Cold Song
Morals fall like pennies
In a dark fountain
Just to disappear into the darkness
Lust and greed conquer all innocence.
Confusion strangles all hope.
Desperation falls over harden souls,
And grows in illegal activity:
No right
No wrong
No way to goodness
No way to evil
When a soul just stands there.
No fight
No struggle
When morals are in the way.
Just a clear path
To destroy a soul.
Society is proud-
Too proud-
Of the wrongful accomplishment.
Minor chords lightly strum
As a cold, sad song is played-
For the death of innocence
Is wept by angels looking below.
8/22/06
Regretful Frustrations
A letter was written
Depression hits hard
As life goes on . . .
And time goes on . . .
Court ended
Bring a conclusion:
No mood changing liquids
And no mind altering drugs
Are allowed.
And she must keep busy with school and work.
Friends offer to go out,
She declines.
She thinks of him,
And condemns herself
As she ponders . . .
Exactly why she did what she did?
She honestly thought
She didn't make him happy as . . .
He stopped visiting her.
He didn't want her to visit him.
He didn't want her to call. (Call as much)
And he stopped saying,
"I love you."
She thought he found someone else
To enlighten his fancy,
To challenge his intelligence,
To steal his heart,
To borrow his time,
Since she didn't speak with him as much
Her imagination took the worst in her,
And created a letter with an wrongful impulse.
An impulse now she regrets.
Now she stands alone in frustrating regret
As she regrets her imaginative frustration.
8/26/06
Pieces of Her
She was always a special person
She always tried to put other before herself
She had hopes and dreams
She had morals and beliefs
And now all is a pile of chaos
Like a tangled ball of yarn
She gave herself away
She turn against her friends
To please him
And now she's alone.
She left him, because she hated herself.
She was confused:
How she could hate herself, but love him?
How could she ever treat him well,
If she hurt herself?
How she could she ever make him happy,
If happiness to her was an illusion?
How could she tell him to give up anything,
When she didn't want to give anything?
How could he love her when she was weak,
When she wasn't herself?
She stood in confusion . . .
Looking for all the piece of her
To make her whole again
As she realized,
He still had the most important thing . . .
Her heart.
Smokey Taste
The bud rolled on her lips
The flavored, hazy air
Filled her mouth
And flew out
A discolored cloud
Of a grayish black
The same color of her heart currently
Her tongue tasted the misty drag
As she thought of him
She closes her eyes as she inhaled
She remembered the way he normally tasted
When she kissed him.
And then sighed as she flicked the ashes
As soon as the cigarette was finish
She would close her mouth to see how long
She can still taste him
Just so she can remember.
8/31/06
Secret Speculations
She sits at the creek
And wonders:
What is he doing?
Is he happy?
Has he found someone else?
She remembers kissing the stranger
Introduced by a friend who
Thought they knew her-
they did not know her at all.
The kiss was nothing . . .
There was nothing.
Tears fall as reality hit her . . .
She lost him.
The only thing she could do now is . . .
Pray
Hope
Wish on every star that he'll find happiness.
All she ever wanted was for him to be happy.