October Poetry Part 1
Twisted Words
Rebekah © October 2010
I just felt so good,
Laughter and word exchanged
A glance at his eyes and smile
Made me melt
He was genuinely interested
I was his knowledge muse
A few over nights of chats
Of filling thoughts
Compliments
Made me special
Made me hopeful again
I felt the pieces of innocence
That I thought I had lost forever
His youth made me desire
A piece of endless energy
Just to keep up
I wanted to touch him
I wanted to hug him
But I, desperately afraid
Of ruining the moment
I wanted to keep it pure
Wanted the innocence
Wanted the acceptance
That I plead and beg for from others
I felt a connection
A completely honorable connection
Between to beings for just seconds
Of complete understanding
Moments of single words
Wanting my true opinions
Of personal fiction pieces
I felt privileged
It was just friendly kindness
Exchange between two souls
Until one strike of jealous word
“You will only touch mine”
Spoke by another
In the corner of my vision
Dark green, poisonous envy
Grew over the pure innocence
Which I strive to get back
Twisted vines of bitterness
Invade my thoughts
I use my rusty daggers
To cut away
But I feel the moments
Of just kindness
Are just so deeply covered
That nothing will ever be that fun
That pure.
Open Fantasy
Rebekah © October 2010
Dreams
Fantasies
Stories
Play in my head
Like old romantic movies
Colorful
Funny
Lovable
Charming
Compliments of beauty
Of Talents
Exchanged
Blushes return
Like a rosy red “thank you’s”
Bashful but grateful
Charming smiles
Sensitive eyes
Holding the soul
Asking for
Hoping for
Pure acceptance
Unconditional love
However
In the end
All I wish
Is for those around me
To be healthy and happy
Yet
two forces
Much too close
Pushed
Pressured
Words
Blushing
Redness
Awkwardness
I know my reality
I know the truth
Mixed in the swirling confusion
And that is
Nothing would have happen
Unlike my fantasies
Playing my own head
For just myself
But fantasies were push
Pass the lips
Making the confession
Taint the virtue
Of the perfectly fun reality
Fantasies being broken
Like popping balloons
Pieces of joyful loveliness
Mixed with the past bitterness and hatred
Jealousy
Through the TV
Through a puddle of water
Dirty water
Making everything
In the open
All is said
I have fantasies
If they happen
It’s icing on the cake
But I just happy with them
Simply playing in my head
Lonely Words
Rebekah © October 2010
Sitting here alone
Words jumbled in my head
Just wish to see
Some more laughter in my reality
Or a Sunny day to make the word
Less Lonely