Only Happens in the MoviesShe says "I love you"Like she really means it,But i know better.That girl ain't in love.She's in loveWith the ideaOf being in love.She smiles sweetlyAnd kisses his cheek.I'm standing aloneA few feet away from them,But I can still seeThe infatuation in her eyes.I grin and think to myselfHow funny it would beIf their fairytale romanceEnded like Nixon's presidencyAfter the Watergate Scandal.Always & forever doesn't happenIn high school.
Open and Untitledthe vein is brokenand blood pours onto the paperlike angry drops of rainfalling face first onto a roofthen sliding limp down the shingles.i pick up my penand let the ink start flowinglike the tears from my eyes.forming words and phrasesspiced with punctuation.trying desperately to free my mindfrom the captivity of your memory.wanting to pick up my feet and walk away.wishing to speak but not knowing what to say.biting my lip until it hurts.i scribble out what doesn't make sense.like, why i still love youeven though you broke my heart.why i answer my phoneevery time it ringseven if the person on the other endis not a friend, but my enemy.i keep writing franticallyuntil the tension in my hearttravels to my handcausing pain.dying to screambut my lips are sewn shut.condemned by your kiss.believing lies.gossip.smiling at strangers.erasing the smudges madewhen i slide my armacross the dark pencil linesof a drawing i'll never complete.blowing bubbles with a
GuiltySo Mr. Prosecutor,Are you pleased now?I'm under arrest.I bet you feel like a champion, huh?You finally foundA legitimate reasonTo start your case against me.No sweetly spoken lieAnd innocent grin can change this situation.I've been ratted out.The evidence will lead to my conviction.I may be condemned,But I will serve my sentenceWith no regrets.I am neither proud nor ashamed.What happened, happened.I can't take it back.If I could, I wouldn't.You bring me to court.I ask my chargesBefore giving my plea.Passion.Love.Both punishable by death, I presume?Of course!Well I guess I'm guilty.Lead me to the gallows.Let me hang for my crime.Mr. Executioner,Please don't cover my faceOr bind my hands.There's no need.I promise I won't run.Just slide on the nooseAnd tighten it to my throat.Let's make this quick.I scan the audienceFor my grief-stricken love.The one whose innocenceWas traded for my life."Any last words, harlot?" says the judge."Just a few, sir."I
Thicker Than Watershowing no remorse i standwith a heart full of loveand a fist for the fight.i bite my bulletand face the enemywith what's left of my might.the words i saidare the ammunitionyou'll use in this war."your son is a bastard;your husband's a dick;your daughter's a whore!"my blessed aunt,if you weren't family,i'd slit your throat.cease your bragging;cease your bitching;cease your neverending gloat.you can belittle me if you want.you can do your best to cut me downif you find it worth the try.but this battle is minethat i plan to winand do you want to know why?because i am child enough to pretend,and adult enough to lie.i am a woman, too.i am a bitch just like you.
What Else Is New?I'm breathing heavilyAnd sweating profusely.I attempt to steady myself,And regain the energyI just exerted.That hard, driving force.The force you stoleIn Our passionate moment.Ok... moments.You glance over at me,And your eyes meet mine.Without saying a word-For fear of killing the mood-I try to sum up my feelings for you,And send the message mentally.I guess my attempt was in vainAs you show no sign of acknowledgement.Forget Pride!I'll just say it--I inhale and prepare for dialogue.That, too, is in vain.All I can manage to let outIs a soft moan.That gets your attention.I'm anticipating deep conversation,Or high levels of emotional discussion.All you say is 'I Love You.'What Else Is New?
This Landi pledge allegiance to this landthat isn't ours,it's just second hand.let's give our votes to all of the crookswho try to do things "by the books,"but they all failbecause the systemis fragile and frailtheir incompetence-and impotence-leaves the Houselimp and flaccid.destroying peace;the calm and placid.this nation is so distressedthat even god doesn't want to bless it.united we stand for our beliefsthen they take their swordsand cut our knees.as we're bleeding in the ditchthey rape our rights-ain't life a bitch?!
I'm ShiveringI jump in the shower.The heated liquidDouses my skinMaking it crawl.My blood is boilingFrom this undyingAggitated Affection I have...For you.It makes the waterUnbearable.I adjust the temperature.The water runs cold,Nearly freezing.As cold as your heart.As cold as the stareThat overtakes your faceWhen I enter the room.I'm shivering.I struggle to shut off the faucet,But my limbs are numb.BAM! Darkness.I awake in the bottom of the tub.to the cold my legs did succumb.I can feel the lukewarm redSeeping out of the crack in my skull.The price I pay for my stupidity.I need to forget...
the greatest fan of your lifeWhile trying to ventFrom my frustrating dayI turn on my radio.After tuning past the static-And the commercials-I stop at the sound of a familiar voice.It's that song.Our song.I sing along with Mr. McCainWhile wondering if this song,Though lyrically happy,Ever made him sadLike it makes me sad.Sad that I'm here,And you're there.Sad that the one closest to my heartIs the farthest from my home.Sad that I spend day after dayWaiting.Waiting for you to call.Counting down the hours.Sleeping to pass the time.With every day I wasteI know I am another day closer to you.I snap out of my thought and realizeThat I've left the station blaringAnd that the song is over.I'll be your crying shoulderPlays over and over again in my head.That line hurts the most.When I need a shoulder to cry onYou can never be here.When I need someone to talk toYou can never be around.I try not to let theseDepressing conclusions weigh me down.I try to see the brighter side of everything,
Terrifying Traumanumerous slender black riversran down the soft land of brown.their origin undetermined;their ending never found.unlike your beautiful stripes,you came to a tragic demise.the sudden blow of death;the last of your nine lives.it terrified me when i sawyour figure in the light.i knew that you'd be taken.that this was your last night.though i had no involvement with you-you never beckoned to my call,your death still left me hurt,traumatized, horrified, and all.as you ran into the lighti saw your pretty face.then you faded out...because you lost that race.
This JourneyAutumn tiptoed in 2 days earlyand blew a kiss from the tops of the treesAfter the rainthe dusty smell of streetswe conversed quietly on the front porchconspiratorial childrenfeeling our new skineyes and ears open to the new worldThe sadness in the earth rose up into us but...we are too old for weeping
when atlas shrugged-parched mountaintops shake loose their ancient roots and slide eagerly across the vastness of an earthquake trembling shoreline into the tumultuous gaping mouth of a deep blue sea, quenching their ageless thirst on the foaming waters, churning and raging with the erratic quivering of the earth. in a gargantuan sigh the mountaintops cascade into the violent waters, sinking swiftly through the assailing sea to settle amongst their blissful aquatic brethren. a seashell picture frame of timeless family memories are awoken and shake delicately across a reflective glass table reverberating an irritating tap drowned out by the loud creak of wooden floorboards and haunting cracking of splintering support beams. the oceanic frame trembles and halts, teetering on the far edge of its transparent perch, overlooking the debris strewn violently across the quaint living room and finally cascading to join its domestic tabletop siblings and litter the floor with its shattered glass tears.-
Trapped in the PilloryTonight, as I tredged home,I felt every slow drop ofrealisation hit me like a stone.Rain, ceaselessly dripping,saturated my thinking(and my jacket).Gradually, it started toforce its way in,showing me the only path.I had found myself stumbling,wondering how all of thiscould have began.When suddenly Irighted myself, remembered,it doesn't matter one bit.Because I know how it will end.
hollow sandi told my girlfriend i was goingto be the first to invent hollow sand.she asked me what the pointwould be in doing so.she understands the beauty of thisnotion without even realizing it.
Suicidal friendWant to drown, poison?Or a shot in the head?Do not feel bad as going to die,Feel bad because you want to dieto commit suicide?If you still can get you another?A better life, a life without sorrow,A life where you do not have to behead your own headThink about what people would think if you kill in front of them,Think of the children who would most shameful sin of life,The wisdom and it will have lostLet me help my friend,I know you feel pain, but you can remedyEverything is settled, unless the deathBut if you just stop pointing that gun at your head,And so we can talk,More comfortable...
ErmHumanitarian images flicker in a thousand windows,Inhabitants oblivious to everything, but the black god.The infiltration is now complete.Defeated, nature has retreated back to her origons -The Sea.Calm, white-blue waves lap over the spot of former beauty,As the pink fades from the clouds,And dusk over-takes the world.Strolling pedestrians pass this grave of Ra, unwittingly sacriligeous in their frivolity.Whereas joggers and dog-walkers merely concetrate on the respite on home-comforts.Trawling ships over-take the asthmatic buses,Though not for long,Their wake visible to the seagulls,Who care.Another sunset has passed,As has yet another day,Now there are newsreels to watch and commercials to veiw.Shouting children gesticulate at the screen,Abused on both sidesBy sights, sounds and keepers.Innocence oblivious to the loss since the cradle.Thousands of images flicker through the distan
Let Love Find YouSlow down, Dear.Love isn't a race.Just turn off your engineAnd leave your car parked.Let yourself be the treasure.Allow someone else the chanceTo play the pirate.Use your dreamsAs a blanketTo keep warm at night.