mmmm, high school memories.......
just sitting here being bored until class at 11, i should be doing homework, but instead i am going through my poetry journal from high school. just thought i'd put a few poems in here. sorry if they seem a little fucked up, but i like them. (jenna: so they sound familiar??? ha ha)
I feel alone
and grungy.
scared
in the dark orange desert
the only scenery a dead tree
some moments pass at light speed
others agonizingly slow
The dusty grime seeps into every crevice of my being
white eyes burning
cold heart bleeding
lifeless tree swaying
I must find someone...
Where the FUCK is MY someone!
whirls of orange grey dust chase me
i can see lights in the distance
but i can't get there
no-one wants to pick my ass up.
I come from the deep husky forests
dripping with growth
affection and tenderness provided.
the luscious emerald moss trips me
but pillows my fall.
moist air drips off of the huge
reddish brown tree trunks
and then runs down my cheek.
Deep, bruising, twisting poetry my only true expression.
filling up pages
you wont even read.
I see your mouth form the words
I Love You
but i feel no meaning from them
I kill myself in these pages
over and over.
almost the same way every time:
watch the blood
crimson, lush, the river of life
leaving my body.
i'll kill myself over and over
but smile for you every time.
Morning sun drips itself from the trees
and frees itself from the feathers of an ospreys
first shake out of the day.
the trees groan with their
subtle stretch, the grass and flowers
and weeds yawn together.
the sky opens its hazy blue eye.
sunrises so vivid, you'd think the
sky wants to change color
but decides not to at the last minute.
The morning hustle makes me
remember how small I really am.
I feel alone
and grungy.
scared
in the dark orange desert
the only scenery a dead tree
some moments pass at light speed
others agonizingly slow
The dusty grime seeps into every crevice of my being
white eyes burning
cold heart bleeding
lifeless tree swaying
I must find someone...
Where the FUCK is MY someone!
whirls of orange grey dust chase me
i can see lights in the distance
but i can't get there
no-one wants to pick my ass up.
I come from the deep husky forests
dripping with growth
affection and tenderness provided.
the luscious emerald moss trips me
but pillows my fall.
moist air drips off of the huge
reddish brown tree trunks
and then runs down my cheek.
Deep, bruising, twisting poetry my only true expression.
filling up pages
you wont even read.
I see your mouth form the words
I Love You
but i feel no meaning from them
I kill myself in these pages
over and over.
almost the same way every time:
watch the blood
crimson, lush, the river of life
leaving my body.
i'll kill myself over and over
but smile for you every time.
Morning sun drips itself from the trees
and frees itself from the feathers of an ospreys
first shake out of the day.
the trees groan with their
subtle stretch, the grass and flowers
and weeds yawn together.
the sky opens its hazy blue eye.
sunrises so vivid, you'd think the
sky wants to change color
but decides not to at the last minute.
The morning hustle makes me
remember how small I really am.