Darling
I forgot how much i like to write. It's always good to find your muse. I should start again... I haven't written a poem since i left SF. Oh yeah.. for all you who don't know.. I lived there, hated it. and came back. Almost moved again... but decided to just finish school here while I have the Support from my family. It's never good to try to leave on bad terms with anyone. ESPECIALLY my mom and dad. I love them. And I've also realized how much i've grown this year. I really feel like a new person... older... mature I guess. Although I can still act like a goofy little girl. I'm over a lot of things though. Things that got me in trouble.. I won't mention them, but They were stupid and i'm over it. Anyways.. back to my poems.
Here are a few poems that i've written this year. They mean a big deal to me. Don't ask, just read.
"The bullet was aimless
shameless
and fearless
it pierced my hand
and then my chest
i tried to save you
but you died anyway." -Ray used this for one of his songs. :)
"It's slipping
and crashes to the floor
a bind of roses
to my heart
and one breath
melts the snow" -Written at Tommy's at 1:10 am Feb 24th
"She watches the air
it flows around her body
still and constant
no goosebumps
only ripples of flesh
beckoning her to follow
she listens to the breezes
whisping around her ears
soft breaths of life
as they move through her lungs
through her nose
she feels the light kisses
and it could be her past
calling out
her childhood memories
the teasing kids of her past
or it could be the coroner
calling her name
letting her sobbing mother
know of her daughters fate
The wind touches her hand
and grabs at her fingers
she follows" -eh, it's ok
"I cant tell you
because i'm unsure
i hate how i think
my mind is a sinkhole
abstract
a picasso painting
so there is no point in wasting
effort
your time
and your life
i feel so many eyes on me
too many
i fight to stay in control
to remain the one behind the wheel
the weight is pounding
and my head is about to explode
if i can't stop this
how can i stop myself
dont make me explain
dont make me move
i feel my limbs are bound
and my breath is lost
i cant see
my hair is in tangles
and silence drives me insane
come on
don't you see
shadows can't keep me contained
i'm unchained and i'm losing it
my mind
and
you" -struggles with myself... sob sob. ha
This is one of my most favorite poems i've ever written... It was for a boy. But i wont tell who. Read on.
"This cemetary was once full of bodies, alive, dead, those who wish to be alive but felt their cold lives linger and diminish before their dialated pupils. Once it was full of flowers, from those who mourn and those who felt they couldn't be alive without a sense of accomplished dignity... a breeze of flesh and bone, a kiss of life to the empty skulls of once lovers. A heart once loved, crushed between the rocks... and the cremated spirit of a ravished life of sin and fury, dazed in a maze and tossed in a glass jar to never be opened again. Some stitches come undone and the wounds heal, to be broken again? maybe... Down goes the casket. And a flower petal steals the chance to flutter into the trench, only one, and it lands. So delicate. Dirt piles and piles and piles... A mound of greif. And from the mud in later days, a blossom stretches and reaches for the sun... Dont step on it" -Yeah I wrote that for a =someone= i had immense feelings for at the time. Aren't i cute? haha
And here is a sappy one
"my lips have dried
since you last wet them
i'm not asleep
wet my lips once more" -oooOOOohh, whos that for?
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well anyways.
i'm done writting this entry.
Good advice for today?
Don't read my previous entries... they are a bunch of blabbering ... eh... hahah
Here are a few poems that i've written this year. They mean a big deal to me. Don't ask, just read.
"The bullet was aimless
shameless
and fearless
it pierced my hand
and then my chest
i tried to save you
but you died anyway." -Ray used this for one of his songs. :)
"It's slipping
and crashes to the floor
a bind of roses
to my heart
and one breath
melts the snow" -Written at Tommy's at 1:10 am Feb 24th
"She watches the air
it flows around her body
still and constant
no goosebumps
only ripples of flesh
beckoning her to follow
she listens to the breezes
whisping around her ears
soft breaths of life
as they move through her lungs
through her nose
she feels the light kisses
and it could be her past
calling out
her childhood memories
the teasing kids of her past
or it could be the coroner
calling her name
letting her sobbing mother
know of her daughters fate
The wind touches her hand
and grabs at her fingers
she follows" -eh, it's ok
"I cant tell you
because i'm unsure
i hate how i think
my mind is a sinkhole
abstract
a picasso painting
so there is no point in wasting
effort
your time
and your life
i feel so many eyes on me
too many
i fight to stay in control
to remain the one behind the wheel
the weight is pounding
and my head is about to explode
if i can't stop this
how can i stop myself
dont make me explain
dont make me move
i feel my limbs are bound
and my breath is lost
i cant see
my hair is in tangles
and silence drives me insane
come on
don't you see
shadows can't keep me contained
i'm unchained and i'm losing it
my mind
and
you" -struggles with myself... sob sob. ha
This is one of my most favorite poems i've ever written... It was for a boy. But i wont tell who. Read on.
"This cemetary was once full of bodies, alive, dead, those who wish to be alive but felt their cold lives linger and diminish before their dialated pupils. Once it was full of flowers, from those who mourn and those who felt they couldn't be alive without a sense of accomplished dignity... a breeze of flesh and bone, a kiss of life to the empty skulls of once lovers. A heart once loved, crushed between the rocks... and the cremated spirit of a ravished life of sin and fury, dazed in a maze and tossed in a glass jar to never be opened again. Some stitches come undone and the wounds heal, to be broken again? maybe... Down goes the casket. And a flower petal steals the chance to flutter into the trench, only one, and it lands. So delicate. Dirt piles and piles and piles... A mound of greif. And from the mud in later days, a blossom stretches and reaches for the sun... Dont step on it" -Yeah I wrote that for a =someone= i had immense feelings for at the time. Aren't i cute? haha
And here is a sappy one
"my lips have dried
since you last wet them
i'm not asleep
wet my lips once more" -oooOOOohh, whos that for?
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well anyways.
i'm done writting this entry.
Good advice for today?
Don't read my previous entries... they are a bunch of blabbering ... eh... hahah