Poems by me:-)
*Closet Rock Star*
Hair tied up nice and glasses on
Always looking like the girl-next-door
Nice smile and honest blue eyes
You look like someone I know
Stop that good girl act
You are only lying to yourself
Take out your guitar
Strum a note
Put on your tight jeans
You’re not as sweet and innocent as you pretend
- Brenda Pfafflin 06/01/06
*Secret Garden of 34th Street*
34th street has a secret, turn left through the bush.
As I walk through I feel alone.
This place is untouched by society, by humankind.
Branches grow wildly about the natural path.
Animals play without care.
I feel scared however, because beautiful like this doesn’t exist.
A spider web blocks my way.
I close my eyes and hold my breath.
Nothing has ever made me feel this way before.
As I break through and open my eyes…
I find myself back on 34th street.
-Brenda Pfafflin 06/01/06
*The Bottle*
I’m like a time bomb,
a fizzy drink,
The pressure of life builds up
like carbonation.
I go on with everyday
like nothing is wrong.
What is wrong is
I let these things build up.
Shaking the bottle,
like shaking my emotions.
At the drop of the hat,
I let loose
on any person near.
The sweet liquid
spills all over them.
And I am the one holding
the bottle.
-Brenda Pfafflin 06/12/05
Hair tied up nice and glasses on
Always looking like the girl-next-door
Nice smile and honest blue eyes
You look like someone I know
Stop that good girl act
You are only lying to yourself
Take out your guitar
Strum a note
Put on your tight jeans
You’re not as sweet and innocent as you pretend
- Brenda Pfafflin 06/01/06
*Secret Garden of 34th Street*
34th street has a secret, turn left through the bush.
As I walk through I feel alone.
This place is untouched by society, by humankind.
Branches grow wildly about the natural path.
Animals play without care.
I feel scared however, because beautiful like this doesn’t exist.
A spider web blocks my way.
I close my eyes and hold my breath.
Nothing has ever made me feel this way before.
As I break through and open my eyes…
I find myself back on 34th street.
-Brenda Pfafflin 06/01/06
*The Bottle*
I’m like a time bomb,
a fizzy drink,
The pressure of life builds up
like carbonation.
I go on with everyday
like nothing is wrong.
What is wrong is
I let these things build up.
Shaking the bottle,
like shaking my emotions.
At the drop of the hat,
I let loose
on any person near.
The sweet liquid
spills all over them.
And I am the one holding
the bottle.
-Brenda Pfafflin 06/12/05