Poems

[girlnamedshelly]

A simple subject
but not as simple as it seems
full of lies and broken dreams
the summer season spent in silence

Full of dreams and full of sorrow
days forgotten and a never ending tomorrow
but wasn't that always the case?

A twisted tongue and the tangible truth
lingering in the hours of our innocent youth
and inching towards an honesty we lost by age nine

A turn-about and turn of phrase
settling into a broken daze
thinking we were safe in the most infinite of infinites

Banishing the broken hearted
from tending the flame that you've started
feeling nothing and allowing the void to grow

A simple subject
but not as simple as it seems
for you're the one who steps out
when love steps in

Appearances

Why do you always sit alone?
Do I really appear
that alone?
From where I see it
I'm not
I can hear the voices...
laugh, shout, curse
I can see the people...
shirts, faces, food
Maybe I'm sending
a message
that I want
to be avoided
Perhaps I'm an
unsociable starlet
soaring up the ladder
to a lonely fame
Or perhaps I'm a
content hermit
dwelling at a table of solitude
All in all
what I appear to be
I might not be
and what I might not be
I might just be
Who is to say why I
sit alone?
Maybe that's only
for the table and chairs
to know...