on a writing spree.
Rhythm & Blues
by: Jessica Booker
1-28-05
It seems like every time I try to fly, I fall
Try to move, I stall
Try to grow at all, I fail.
Like when a trick goes wrong you bail.
It seems like nothing ever changes,
Though life, it rearranges,
Like magical ink on pages.
But nowadays, proving ground takes ages,
And these lines we draw they fade,
Like summer heat in shade,
Like thirst to lemonade.
My vision here is blurred,
I know it seems absurd,
Given what you’ve heard.
It’s like every other word, is wrong,
Like in an Ashlee Simpson song,
Or a Children’s sing-a-long;
But I think I might just pass,
On being Alice, through the looking glass,
And even if you ask, I won’t tell.
It’s like a turtle without its shell,
It’s sad I know, but well…
What can I say?
People like me happen everyday, and
It makes you want to cry,
Though you don’t know why,
‘cause every time I try to fly
I fall.
Every time you say it’s love, it’s not.
You think you’re so hot.
Like the big man on campus who’s calling all the shots.
But that’s not true,
Running around like you don’t know what to do,
Like a chicken with its head cut off.
You may laugh and scoff at these little jokes I make,
“I’ll stand firm in the midst of an earthquake
I can bend, and I won’t break”.
Well I’ve got a newsflash for you ‘doll’.
You’re not Superman at all,
And even though the risk of injury is far from small,
You still may be able to survive the fall.
Bouncing around like a game of Pong,
Trying to sing a stupid little love song,
Sorry, but the road to my heart is well over a mile long
You try to wave a white flag, like a white dove,
A sign of peace from the heaven’s above,
Doing all this talking about this “so called love”.
Every time you say it’s love, it’s not.
You think you’re so hot.
Like the big man on campus who’s calling all the shots.
But that’s not true,
Because now I know what to do.
so....um. Yea. I'm not gonna enter this into YAWP!...tell me if i should or not.
by: Jessica Booker
1-28-05
It seems like every time I try to fly, I fall
Try to move, I stall
Try to grow at all, I fail.
Like when a trick goes wrong you bail.
It seems like nothing ever changes,
Though life, it rearranges,
Like magical ink on pages.
But nowadays, proving ground takes ages,
And these lines we draw they fade,
Like summer heat in shade,
Like thirst to lemonade.
My vision here is blurred,
I know it seems absurd,
Given what you’ve heard.
It’s like every other word, is wrong,
Like in an Ashlee Simpson song,
Or a Children’s sing-a-long;
But I think I might just pass,
On being Alice, through the looking glass,
And even if you ask, I won’t tell.
It’s like a turtle without its shell,
It’s sad I know, but well…
What can I say?
People like me happen everyday, and
It makes you want to cry,
Though you don’t know why,
‘cause every time I try to fly
I fall.
Every time you say it’s love, it’s not.
You think you’re so hot.
Like the big man on campus who’s calling all the shots.
But that’s not true,
Running around like you don’t know what to do,
Like a chicken with its head cut off.
You may laugh and scoff at these little jokes I make,
“I’ll stand firm in the midst of an earthquake
I can bend, and I won’t break”.
Well I’ve got a newsflash for you ‘doll’.
You’re not Superman at all,
And even though the risk of injury is far from small,
You still may be able to survive the fall.
Bouncing around like a game of Pong,
Trying to sing a stupid little love song,
Sorry, but the road to my heart is well over a mile long
You try to wave a white flag, like a white dove,
A sign of peace from the heaven’s above,
Doing all this talking about this “so called love”.
Every time you say it’s love, it’s not.
You think you’re so hot.
Like the big man on campus who’s calling all the shots.
But that’s not true,
Because now I know what to do.
so....um. Yea. I'm not gonna enter this into YAWP!...tell me if i should or not.