Poetry
this is where you write poetry
Welcome to the creative writer's playground, for those who appreciate PROFUNDITY, NON-SENSE, and WIT. and for those special individuals who find themselves unusually drawn to grammar? Write at will, write whatever, read whatever... whatever. This blog is just as much for the reader as it is for the writer.
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Dangerous mission
Perilous foe
There's no telling how
the danger might grow
I peek 'round the corner
Your plastic sword drawn
As I watch you march bravely
across your front lawn
Pre-chorus
I was wonderin' if you might like some company...
If you'd like to fight for a damsel next door...
A sidekick perhaps on all your adventuring...
Another to share all these worlds you explore...
chorus:
Can I be in your story?
Can I play cinderella, sleeping beauty?
would you be the only one to wake me?
could I be in your story?
can I play your rupunzel, lovely lonely?
Await in some high tower for you only?
can I be in your story?
What up Jdog? I have added you to my daily internet surfing. I'm a big fan of blogs so I'm looking forward to yours. Write away!!!!
by the way:
sorry for the seemingly ever-changing names and profile contents. I'm new at this little blogworld and my blog is a bit ghetto-rigged. Trying to fix things so that they apply to all posters. begin your post with your name or anonymous if you wish...
thanks, Joplin/Janis/skitzo
Highschool: Let the Good Times Roll
sudden
blaring high
blaring
shrieking
smack
silence
bad Janis.
drooping
squinting
feet dragging
swish on the tile
flick
squint
groan
lean, dozing
twist
rushing
cold
freezing
mindless
brushing, washing, combing
mindless
kitchen
banana
peel
micro clock
6:59
late
late!
rush!
shoes!
bag!
car!
school...
lunch?
homework?
dad!
by Janis
Today
Today was dark and damp
Like others yet to come
It made me think of you and I
It made me kind of glum
A few days ago I said goodbye
But you still won't let me go
I've tried so hard not to cry
Every day I put on a show
A little jest for others to see
A fake smile plastered on my face
No one can know about you and me
Please give up this chase
My feelings have changed
They're so different now
There is no one to blame
I can't show you how
How to let go, how to get by
You'll be fine,you said you will
Things are over between you and I
No more time left to kill
So far it's been hard
Impossible I should say
What's written in the stars?
You and I will make peace some day
The world,the whole thing,will be ours....
By:Amanda
I totally just wrote this on the spot! This is actually for someone, but I can't tell you who....maybe you could guess? actually,don't. anyway, I hope you like it janis!!!
socks oh socks
you brighten my day
everyday
i like to wear you when it rains
you make me warm and safe
without you i only feel pains
and i love the way you have cool things on you
from cows, to brows of people,
to googily eyes to fun ties
i like to wear you on sundays,
mondays,
and fun days,
but most of all socks i love you because you smell like my feet
if you enjoyed this poem that is great and i think that you should join my new fan club- called "socks on sundays" at www.orangedoesntrhymewithanything.com
peace out
yours always
*****a
hey joplin*
how are you man o man i am sittin on a chair in the computer room,
hey i'll start a poem
tellme how you like it at wwww.orangedoesntrhymewithanything.com
notting
pulling
screaming
yelling
all for nothing
all for today
seize the day
and the night
live for tomarrow
and not today
till you fall
and never stop
stop pulling
on the knot
FOOL!!!!!
****la
there are pretty jazz chords and some syncopation that make these words work a little better than they read. =) just writing it here so I can refer to it when I wanna work on it.
tell me ya comin'
waitin for the rain to run
waitin for the bus to come
waitin for a breeze to blow
Hopin' it will blow you here now
waitin for the winters end
waiting for the mail to send me
send me A note or somethin
to tell me you're comin'
Tell me ya comin' ya comin'
tell me you haven't forgotten
tell me ya comin' ya comin'
tell me ya haven't forgotten
silly me forgot to sign my name. the previous was written by Janis.
well janis, i felt bad for you so i caved in and i am writing a blog on your website. you should be very proud of me too, because i am even going to post some poetry. so here is goes...
I picked you fresh fruit,
I'd even play you the flute,
but that would just be silly,
so enjoy the fresh fruit.
-C-Dawg
well, i know it has major grammatical errors, but it is the best i can do in the creative writing department.
hahaha! Cary Cary Cary.. I believe you're the next shakespeare. really though, I'm looking into some publishing companies to find one worthy of your work. I'll keep you posted hahaha (no pun intended)jk jk ---- j-dog
When the snuffles you get,
Or the throat gets sore,
Or the stomach is upset
You run out the door!
To you nearest supermarket
To buy Tylenol or Advil galore.
The commercials tell “extra strength”
So you follow their lore
And seem to recover yourself
You are not as sore!
But what really happened
To your body that was sick?
Are you truly better?
Or is it all a trick?
These medicines, while they seem to end your bane
Are no more then masks
To cover your pain.
So you ask, what do I do?
I say, use homeopathic medicines
They really help you!
--a---v---i--
Janis, how many times do I have to tell you! Homeopathic is the way to go!
hahaha why thank you DR. Avi-tosin that was pretty impactful literature. lol I'll still take my dayquil but maybe once in a while i'll take some Avitosin. lol
*Janis*
What up J? On second thought maybe you'll set a world record for the longest thread.
BSox
grow thread grow!!
One two
Eight six
Poem pig
Dogwartfatnesshead
Monkey
Cat
Cat
Cat
How could you do this to me?
Show yourself
Pig chicken wig
Wog wack
A man!
Dog cat face nose head.
hooray! that was ethan barrett, matter of factly. I don't care if you disagree. I am right. and for those of you deprived of such an extraordinary friend as Mr. Barrett, he lives in Kansas.. good times (Janis)
and the thread lengthens.. If this comment section ever reaches 100 posts I will dedicate the 101st post to John Bauersox.
By the Way
Anybody here enjoy O. Henry? know who he is at least? I adore O. Henry and I think everyone in the world should speak the way he writes... Love, Janis
I'm sick of doing all the writing. somebody entertain ME. lol
waiting for some good stuff,
Janis
Vivid childhood recollections
by Janis
The memories flooded back as I sat in the dark toy-filled room. The rocking chair was different, a bit more modern. It didn't really rock, but slid back and forth to the momentum of our shfting wieght, covered by a huge blue seat cushion that sunk underneath us. I was babysitting that evening and the poor kid had an ear ache. The little guy lay plastered to my chest, a tangled little mess of arms and legs trying to fit underneath an outgrown baby blanket. he whimpered and lay half asleep with his eyes squeezed tight shut. he held one ear in each sweaty little palm and plopped his head back and forth like a little Jacob in the Bible sleeping with a rock for a pillow. "owwww." and the flood came as I sat quiet: I remember the cold prescription drops that never quite made it into my ears, the sticky tears that dried in layers on the creases of my eyes. I remember the pain that made my head spin and I remember pounding my little feet against the wall, wailing for all the aching was worth. and my dad would come and try to soothe me, apologizing, blowing warm air into my ears. that was his little trick. and I would stop crying and he would let me go back to sleep, but it would come back terrible and ferocious and I remember wondering how there could be no solution. Did I really have to feel this pain? and there was no way out of it? no band-aide or gross pink medicine could stop it?none? the warm even breathing of a little kid all fed up with his day and completely surrendered to the subconscious tugged me toward sleep. I would wake up every other moment, remembering I was not home. so I continued with the memories. the rocking motion just like tonight, shuddering sobs of a concluded cry, my feet icy cold--trying to tuck them under the blanket covering the my dad, the chair, and I, nodding, nodding, sniffling, sobbing, nodding, nodding, and there in the rocking chair, my dad and I would both fall asleep, although we couldn't ever tell just when.
"I'm eating a bowl full of purple grapes"
(a list of significant Statements
by Janis)
1. tomorrow there is no school
2. Consuming almond chocolate bars for lunch is bad for you.
3. Life is tough at five o' clock on Monday mornings
4. O. Henry is one of my favorite authors
5. I'm wasting time
6. In the light of the moon, you can walk many miles. In a car, you can avoid walking altogether.
7. Hands are beautiful.
8. You're ridiculed for ignorance and charged for education. interesting.
9. gas prices. bahahahahaha
10. Deliver your heart with a dozen orange daisy and I'll put your application at the top of the pile.
11. If you want to read something better, WRITE SOMETHING BETTER!
12. conserve emotional energy: don't date in highschool.
13. these are starting to sound like really bad one liners.
14. they're not
15. they're not one liners, I mean.
16. they are pretty bad though.
17. I am going to run a marathon someday.
18. soon.
19. coming up to number twenty now.
20. "hawlkum weekum. yeeble! hoo." (good bye)
I am making this an anonymous post, sort of. See, I have this secret I've been keeping from everyone close to me for about 3 years. I have recently told my parents and my closest friend. I feel very guilty and quite ashamed of my secret. I feel like I need you to know because it would take a load off my shoulders and maybe, maybe you could help me. I won't tell you who I am, but I would enjoy it if you would reply to this post and the ones to come. Well here it is, I'm a Cutter. I'm not sure you know what that means but you can probably guess. here are a few poems I have written in relation to my .... secret
"Numb the Pain"
with your words
that drip with cruelty
that I let
your poison tear through me
but in my room
I have a cure
through your words I must endure
I hate your lies
your voice
your face
if I had achoice
there would be no crueler fate
but in my room
hidden in shame
I have a way
to numb the pain
and some more....
"Every day"
I'm a person that no one knows
deep inside my pain does grow
hopefully some day they will find
slowly they're draining my sands of time
Everyday another rude word
everyday I end up getting hurt
maybe if I wasn't filled with so much passion
They would show me some compassion
just one word is more than enough
to make me feel down in the dumps
if they knew how i took my feelings out
they'd be the the ones to yelland cry out
why do I do it, why don't I stop
tears will be shed when comes that cop
to tell my parents with broken words
they won't be seeing they're sweet little girl
too much to handle too much to take
they knew I was fragile, they knew I could break
so now comes that time when they feel regret
it won't be long though until they forget
they say they won't do it, they say they'll be nice
when that doesn't happen I pay the price
now it's all over, I'm dead and gone
no candle light vigil will be held on my lawn
yeah it's kinda long, sorry. I hope you'll post in reply. sorry about dropping this bomb on you.
Anonymous....
scratches and poetry
scratches and poetry
they give themselves
scratches and poetry
scratches to release
their minds
ease themselves out of
the weariness they find
etch into their skin
little maps
swollen welts
surface cuts
are just enough
trickling faintly
slowly out
transversing
their anxiety
flinching
in the release
their fingers
stained with ink
their lips smeared
from chewing pens
their lips
trembling
from the words
they are drinking in
pages and pages
crammed full
with poems
they are afraid
to show
afraid they will scream
afraid they will crumble
afraid they will be left
without reasons
fearing reaction
fearing they'll get none
afraid of satisfaction
and coming undone
scratches and poetry
they give themselves
scratches and poetry
to fill a void of
touch and colors
scratches so
they can feel
poetry so they
can be made real
wary of time
spent to explain
tired of smiling
tired of pain
in the quiet of scratches
they could understand
in the loudness of poetry
they grasped for a hand
silently drowning
screaming for land
sometimes they
get so overcome
wanting so badly they
sigh for a way
and so give themselves
scratches and poetry
"Pain is Peace"
Do you
can't my screams be heard
muffled tones through the heating vent
whisper about me, I'm sure of it
in this one-way microphone
just Too bad they're talking
about my grades and detentions but not
the cuts on my arms or dark circles
under my eyes Look look
I beg you I'm screaming as loud
as I can when my own choked voice
makes no sound I'm still screaming
Still screaming and wondering when
I'll end this horrible waiting game
of show, not tell.
Do you
know what it's like to always
be sad to always be gloomy
and scared? Do you know
what it's like when you run
all over the house searching
for razors, because your mom
stole yours? She thought you
were suicidal and she maybe
was right can you touch
my desperation? rip the pack
of blades she hid in her sock
drawer behind the condoms
she only wishes I wanted
Do you know what it's like
to not care about tomorrow
because you're not planning
to be here anyway? You don't
know the shatteringly beautiful
droplets of your own blood
as they slide from skin. You
can't. None of the living know.
Blooming
Long, red fractal flowers lazily bloom in the hot bathwater
-I didn't do it too deep last night, see? but it bled nicely enough for past
purposes.
They've gotten deeper and deeper from the beginning, like a melody gaining
momentum.
Something I like almost against my nature.
I usually cry when I hurt people deeply.
Or when they hurt me.
But I just stared and smiled (if little uncertainly) at the cut I made
tonight.
I cut it deep this time, finally.
My desperate need eliminated all caution.
I'm so happy.
Pleased and amazed.
I finally did it - I didn't realize I wanted to prove it so much.
It looked so odd, the flesh so pale and bizarre before it burst with silent,
uncomplaining red roses,
-makes me feel just a little more sick than proud, like the time I threw a
knife at my brother
...and I was a little disappointed that I missed.
I'm dripping a wide stream of blood from that little deep slice in my belly.
Blood, no pain and I wish someone could see
what I've done to me and be so shocked without hating me,
just shocked
and
wonder why I did it.
-But never ask me
Because I don't really know.
I just keep looking back and thinking that it needs to look less clean,
ragged, painful. Something no ordinary person can or should see (but I wish
would appreciate); something that only I know about
a dark little secret I hold, like a cancer, in my mind.
Pixie Cutter
She cuts her arms in fits of despair
Hiding in the darkness wishing to reach out
I view her wretched body, wanting to shout
She doesn't see me or how much I care
Her body dove white, red tainting fair.
Terrified I watch her with eyes turning wet
yet grossly consumed by this freakish behavior
She looks upon me as though I'm her savior
Saying she's fine, I can't help but fret
Remembering the scars from the first time we met.
Why can't she see that this isn't the way?
The screws dig yet deeper in the flesh of her skin.
Blood leaks out everywhere, expunging all sin.
Still I sit speechless, unsure what to say
I sense a strange debt that she feels she must pay.
Finally she stops and stews in her shame,
calmly cleaning the life-force that's dripped on the floor
barely managing to stand as she leans on the door.
Compared to earlier, she now seems to tame
Foolishly I wonder if it was all just a game.
Deep down inside though I know that's not true
Never before has she looked so small and frail...
I want to say something but her skin is so pale.
No words will come for her eyes are so blue
Searching my own for some sort of clue
Acceptance or otherwise she won't find in me
I make sure instead she sees nothing but love
along with a smile from heaven above
She answers my warmth as though it was key,
Giving a grin as she's finally set free.
None of these are mine, they were written by other teens on the subject of cutting. I can't get it out of my mind, it consumes all my waking thoughts and my nighttime dreams. It floods my soul and drowns me in despair. I have nowhere to turn, I don't know where to go, who to turn to. I love God, but sometimes I feel like he isn't there. I can't hear his voice and I can't feel his presence within me. I get so scared at this time that I freak out, I'm paranoid and I turn to my broken fragments of already blood stained glass. I've kept my scars hidden and given excuses when they've been seen but I'm tired of lying to my friends. I don't want to lie but telling them the truth might scare them, I don't want to scare them.... what should I do, poetry won't sustain me forever, and I need help in my walk with God. Please, if anyone has advice, tell me!
my new pen name so you'l know it's me.....
Firefly*
firefly,
pretty name. =) I'm sure there is a pretty writer behind it. I'm sorry I don't have much experience with this kind of thing. I cannot say that I understand what you are going through or the feelings that spur you on, but I have experience in compassion and that I give you as much as you want. I empathize with your desperation and with your confusion and with your weariness. Mostly I empathize with your weariness, because you sound so tired of needing and not finding what you need. I relate to the exhaustion of having a broken heart exposed and ignored (in a different sense, I have been there, and, to some extent, still remain). You will not benefit from a sermon, because you've heard all the prescribed answers. I could tell you what you SHOULD do but you already know. Well, then I guess I will only remind you that you are being pursued. whether you believe it or not: in your distress God is on his way to rescue you, he is concerned about you, and he is ABLE to do immeasurably more than you could imagine.
"Wait on Lord Lord Be Strong Take Heart and wait on the Lord"
If you know me, which I'm sure that you do, feel free to talk to me in person. GOd hasn't judged me in my wreckage so be sure that I won't judge you in yours. If not me, than someone else (of the same gender) who you respect. Gene is a great person to talk to about stuff like that and she's got a lot of wisdom! Hang in there, firefly..
Love,
Janis
thinking about you, "Firefly". Are you hanging in there? I have this favorite song by Susan Ashton that is practically my athem in life, especially in my relationship with God in the face of my struggles. a little excerpt for you:
so I lie here on the couch
with my heart hangin' out
frozen solid with fear
like a rock in the ground
but you move me
you give me courage I didn't know i had
you move me
I can't go with you
and stay where I am
so you move me
this song has made me cry at least twice... and its a rare thing when Janis cries.. anyways, you might apply it to any heart wrenching struggle, any action "easier said than done," those things that you can't just "get over" the next day. I figure you might take courage in the message.
love always, Janis
Janis: You're right, you do know me and I know you. I dare to venture that we are friends. I am also eagerly pursuing God, hoping I'll be able to feel him with me, and that I may turn to my bible instead of my blade. But, it's so hard and I know you don't understand how hard it truly is. The feeling of despair, of hope lost, is ever present. I feel so overwhelmed. It's like a colossus wave about to swallow me up and drag me under the water and drown me in its depths. I can never escape this overflow of negative emotions. I'm crying out for the Lord to hold me and comfort me. I thank you for taking the time to encourage me and empathizing even though you don't know who it is that is writing this. I tell you now that because of your post I feel I can tell you in person, which will be much more fruitful than a few posts. I hope you come to u-turn on thursday, for that is where you will see me. I'll be scared and I may cry but I know that having you know will benefit me more than I even know. "God uses the weak to lead the strong" I love that lyric. I feel like I'm the weak leading so many strong people and how I may be strong when people help me. So much meaning in one line of song. sorry, I got off track... anyway, my regards to Joy, hope college life isn't too bad. I'll look forward to seeing you {even though I'll be incredibly anxious for the next two days}.
"Bleeding is Breathing"
Firefly*
Free
by Janis
To be free
In every sense of the word
held back by nothing
voice, body, and breath
all awake and alive
to look into the face of a stifling world
to laugh, pity, and run!
to be gone
and unleashed from the critical eye
Hair undone, shoes abandoned, time ignored
Perfectly imperfect
reflection is my own
The moment is my own to run!
to escape
to a stage of new grass and blue skies
where I spin for the clouds and they for me, and we,
like dignified children,
Dance and laugh and sing off key held back by nothing
withholding nothing
to be free
Deep inside
Something aches
Longing to
Be set free
Words and thoughts
But my
Fragile heart
Says it cannot be
Once broken
Twice as wary
Daily scarred
Often rent
By those who I
Hold most dear
Trust is for
The innocent
I will not
Open myself
To that pain again
And so I turn
Bite back the words
And all I might have said
I will neither
Share my dreams
My wants, my needs
My fears, my cares
I cannot always
Have a burden
And ask others
To share
Please understand
That asking about
Or speaking what
Is on my mind
Makes me fear
I’ll drive away
Even those
On my side
-Lizza
2/05
PS Janis, I am in love with the fairy tale song. and you, in general.
-Lizza, again.
"The fairy tale song" RELOADED
(actually I just added a 2nd verse)
vs 1
Its a dangerous mission
with Perilous foe
There's no telling how
this danger may grow
I peek 'round the corner
Your plastic sword drawn
As I watch you march bravely
across your front lawn
Pre-chorus
I was wonderin' if you might like some company...
If you'd like to fight for a damsel next door...
A sidekick perhaps on all your adventuring...
Another to share all these worlds you explore...
chorus:
Can I be in your story?
Can I play cinderella, sleeping beauty?
would you be the only one to wake me?
could I be in your story?
could I play your rupunzel, lovely lonely?
Await in some high tower for you only?
could I be in your story?
V2
He walks through the world with a sword at his side
The Word of the Lord is his joy and his pride
He's wounded and weary but he marches along
The cross set before him, his victory's song
his victory's song...
prechorus
chorus
To Lizza:
thanks so much for making it on the site. I really respect your writing so its super fantastic to see you post!
just a little FYI that is completely true...remeber when you left for college and I otld you I'd write you a song? well, Brian thought I wrote that song for like a crush or something,, but ACTUALLY "the fairy tale song" was inspired by this book called captivating...AND BY YOU! Now you're all like huh? what? what? but yeah cause you remind me of like a fairytale princess, and you like those books that have dragons and unicorns in them (lol), and you are slightly in distress it seems, a little hopelessly romantic, a little cornered, like a beauty locked away in a tower. maybe..like the rest of us no doubt...oh and the line about rupunzle?? not a coincidence in the least hahaha. so I'll record it or something and send it to you. =)
From Thicket's Thorns
bye Janis
O how you draw my heart I cannot know
from thicket's thorns and bellowing dragon's jaws
I'm beat
I'm prone
I'm cast
This heart, its fighting pulse falls fast
O how you draw my heart to beauty's well
And speak love to a Spitting Spartan's tear
I lash
I roar
I wince
And fear surrender to a noble prince
Oh how you draw my heart to patient lands
In earnest you deny that I refuse
you heal
you hope
you wait
Restore my ravished cities gate by gate
O how you draw my heart so stubborn still
A thousand daisies melody's sing clear
I hush
I weep
I hear
"a song for my musician, for my dear."
(and each day thence a sunset,
a car breeze,
a moment of unexpected rest.
you draw my calloused heart...
you draw my calloused heart.)
The soldier
by Janis
Its anything he says
Big bright and a spot of brazen brown
or guilded shy with gold
walk quickly
quick. stop.
now slow and smooth and slide through gluttonous
mud
lazy ducks wade pushing.
pushing against the current have their way
lead, they lead their way
now fast again! and buzzing
see the humming bird wear green
with shaded orange--flaming motion
whizzz.. free!
the eyes limp over
warm battle blood
reality.
O Pleasant Wind
Bring color to thy face o pleasant wind--
thy gentle presence plain but never seen.
what countenance beholds my fleeting friend--
My faceless treasure lovely and serene?
Your ever present shadow shant I grasp?
Affirm my searching hand to find you true.
OH Fleshless fortune faithful to the last,
reside at last with in my anxious view!
Rain rain go away. reloaded.
(subject: agonies of change)
by Janis
Yawning clouds appeal to earth Through songs etched deep in grey, Casting dow their burdens
Binding any soul from play
rain rain go away
come again some other day
Sure I know you'd like to stay
but right now you're just in the way
Disperse dear weeping misty waltz,
your speech having been said.
Part your gloom and let be known
The shining sun instead.
rain rain go away
come again some other day
Sure I know you'd like to stay
but right now you're just in the way.
Velcro Shoes
Sometimes I feel like Im running
With laces untied
Though the outcome is eminent
I dont seem to mind
And for every stride taken
Two seem to fail
Im bruised and Im bleeding
My scars tell the tail
Too stubborn to stop
Too pridefull to admit
That my laces need tying
So I continue to trip
I wish life gave me velcro shoes
I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that was Jake? ahh the days of velcroe shoes... ninja turtles, my little pony, its all coming back to me...
Janis
A Hostage to Peculiar maintainence
by Janis
Painting toe nails
I'm insane
and drying finger nails
in vain
scrubbing silly heels
till kingdom come!
o kingdom come
release me from
these shaving duties
legs are dumb
plucking brows
and moisturizer?
moisturizer?
I'll go on strike
now and then
and leave the fussing
to the men
require them t'exfoliate
mousse, file, scrunch, peel, clip, bleach, condition, and THEN
may they appreciate.
untitled
by Janis
Setting the parade to prance along a tight rope,
I wave goodbye and wish goodluck
to the trumpets on a wire string
To the brass and sequins marching One two, one two, brilliantly!
Foolishly.
This sick dare of dangling dances
that make the mothers cry
But I want to hear the cheers
And see the cotton-candy covered faces smile wide
the people are so sure of the bright colored confidence
their pleasers mingle pride with insecurity.
the tight rope is thin
the tight rope could break
the parade might fall
goodbye and goodluck
be happy. at least the crowd is entertained.
Let Us and Toe May Toe
bread.
i spread
my avocado
now my sandwhich is
GREEN
Oh no!
oh yeah!
catchup and Mayoooo
mustard my turkaayyy
YOU WANT SOME?
frescahhh!
fresh fresh fresh
oh yeah!
by Janis and Grace Walker after making subs at the walker residence
Joy's comes home from school
by Janis and Joy
"so talk to me"
"No. you, talk to me"
"But i already did talk to you."
"that's not true."
"yeah it is."
Cary's Bike history
(in honor of Mr. Parfitt's bday)
by Janis Adames
once upon a time it was a bike.
just two wheels and handle bars
when cary was a tike.
So then he goes to highschool,
and he thinks he's big and bad
he gets one like Neil Armstrong
complete with cushion gel pad
he rides that light weight everywhere,
impressive we'd admit.
and then one day his team mate,
stopped biking, so he quit.
from then till now the cars have changed,
from red to green to white.
and then one day cary decided
bikelessness wasn't alright.
So now the bike has changed a bit,
Now its got a clutch
a gas tank and an engine
and a price that says "too much"
But Cary rides it everywhere,
and swears that he is Asian
yet on his ninja he forgets
he's really just caucasian.
They say life is fragile.
What is this?
A sorrowful interlude?
Yet as I think about it
The more it seems true.
Why is life a sorrowful interlude?
From the moment we enter this world
We are kicking and screaming.
Why is life a sorrowful interlude?
Then comes those teenage years
and with them plenty of pitiful heart aches.
Why is life a sorrowful interlude?
As one gets older and gets a job
it ends up being one that one hates.
Why is life a sorrowful interlude?
Then good old age settles oneself down
and makes pulp out of oneself's brain.
Why is live a sorrowful interlude?
Indeed life is fragile.
That it is!
A sorrowful interlude!
writen by av
hahaha wow dustin. that poem was true to your colors, i cannot tell a lie. thanks for taking the time to write and please do write more
Avi, such a sad poem. Miss Dice would point out the repetition of a phrase for the purpose of emphasis and indication of the theme. tee hee. I'm a nerd. I know you'll find a job that you will love, cause you're not the average "salesman" lol (referrence to death of a salesman) p.s. my knee hurts.
Im not Avi but I do hope your knee feels better. However I do hope y'all like it. P.S. Who is Mrs. Dice?
my second guess would then be dustin because not too many other people I know would use the word ya'll lol although the initials AV do confuse me. would the author of this poem please stand up lol
"Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4
be attentive to the Lord and patiently await his suprises. Rapturous only to those willing to be enraptured, mysterious only to those willing to abandon their notions, their opinions, THEIR EXPECTATIONS. who allow themselves to be affected! who allow themselves to feel, to be SMITTEN, to be ALARMED and UNRAVELLED by the romance of such a pursuit.
Put upon your eyes these lenses,
upon your heart this tune,
and in his promise lies ALL THAT YOU WAIT FOR,
all that you are afraid to wish,
all that you lie awake at night wondering if TRUELY EXISTS.
let your knees give way
let your heart beat race
let your eyes grow wide
and a smile of pure
delight
pure delight
Be delighted
How delightful!
Let your cheeks go warm
Let your breath escape you
Let your child's mind wonder
and be suprised
suprise!
Suprise!
Bet you never knew
this depth of God's love
and its breadth
and width.
How Beautiful!
suprising!
and wonderous!
delightful!
Delight yourself.
And see.
gosh! who then? I'm mystified. you have no choice but to reveal your true identity moohaha. I should take the "anonymous" option off. lol oh well.
Ashley Mason perhaps?
In a decree you have asked of me
To tell thee who I might be
A funny question if you ask me
I am but a star
Stranded among many
Attempting to shine
Brighter than any
I am but dust
As unimportant as a penny
Blown around
And stepped on by many
I am like the sea
varied by nature
Thus you'll only see
but a vague contour
I'm like a beaver
Preoccupied with the future
Knowing I can do nothing
But still craving to ensure
If you can figure out
exactly who I might be
Please share and tell me
written by av
no brainer. I'm taking a giant leap and saying it's definitely Ashley. Welcome to writejoplin girly!! haha. lovely poems! keep on writing and enjoying the site. I like the part about the beaver, it made me laugh. see you in school
Love, Janis
or else you played a giant trick on me and its actually Amanda. but i doubt it.
Bravo! i liked it. unfortunately I've never heard the song but it sounds like something you would rave about. haha.
Hey Janis, here is a Sonnet that I wrote. Unfortunately, It's not in Iambic Pentameter.
Sonnet II
If you can calm the raging sea
And heal the lame, the withered hand,
Then you can calm the storm in me
And make my timid heart to stand.
Upon the waves, Lord, you did walk
And you called Peter to your side.
My faithless soul, I fear would baulk,
And in the boat would still abide.
Lord, let my faith be built by prayer,
And by the soldiers cleaving blade.
That shield which I will proudly wear,
Is by the Carpenter’s hand made.
Just give me strength for this new day,
And mercy, Lord, for this I pray.
the allusions gave each concept so much weight, made you're would-be abstractness fascinatingly concrete. it was a less is more scenario that you took beautiful advantage of. lol I'm also partial to writing that sounds nice read aloud. "and by the soldier's cleaving blade" totally it. thanks for posting!!
Sorry man I don't find that funny. I find it to be SICK. Get your mind out of the gutter. I vote that it sould be taken off.
"Nor should there be any obsenity, foolish talk or coarse joking, which are out of place, but rather thanks giving."(Ephesians 5:4)
I totally agree with anonymous, except I'm not anonymous. So yeah, that post needs to go.
with the power vested in me by the state of.. blogger.com i guess, I must act in the will of the audience and in my best moral interest and ...delete your post. Please write more, but read the housekeeping details at the beginning of the homepage. nobody reads it, I fear, so just a reminder that its there...
I appologize I didn't meen to offend you Dustin
I do like your "root beer float" song, Dustin. I found it savorly. :)
If something is dirty, can it be wholesome? And what's unattrative about a code of conduct? Would society function without one?
You say that a person should only consider his conscience in moral decisions. Do you believe in moral relativity? I define wholesome as "morally uplifting." And I would define the words in this definition by Webster's dictionary. And to clarify some other questions for me, are you a Christian, as defined by the Apostle's Creed? I don't mean to be offensive, I'm only trying to understand where you are coming from. Do you think we should move this discusion into the "Philosophy" section rather than poetry?
Anyway, back to poetry:
It is found between life and lung.
It has been uttered by every tongue.
Even by King David has it been sung.
It is known as a verb.
What a puny and simple word.
Yet how many times has it been heard.
It is thought about by light
And dream't about by night.
Surpassing all senses and sight.
It has driven men insane
Never theirs to obtain
Thinking it is a romantic kiss in the rain.
Few seek it devine.
Yet many call it mine.
Others still search for a sign.
It is patient.
It is kind.
It does not envy.
It does not boast.
It is not arrogant.
It is not rude.
It is not self-seeking.
It is not irritable.
It is not resentful.
It does not rejoice in wrongdoing.
It rejoices in truth.
It bears all things.
It believes all things.
It hopes all things.
It endures all things.
Love never fails!
Love had healed the lame
From all over Rome they came
To be healed at the touch of his mane.
Love has hung upon a cross
suffering the the ultimate cost
And through it all sin was lost.
written by av
you're driving me nuts! that was a wonderful poem, but all this anonymous-ness really makes a person insane. hahaha I love when poems are broken into by a list/quote. in this one it was very effective(probably did it subconsciouly) cause the expected discriptions of love follow an expected rhyming pattern. while the unexpected descriptions break from the beaten path of rhyme like they break from the beaten path of excepted thought. again, kudos to miss dice.
the Tears invisible
The tears invisible
they need no place to fall
nor any time to dry
a heart to wrench, is all.
the tears invisible
they heed not my remorse
they're writhing dance unhampered
b'this palm's resentful force.
the tears invisible
have no exhausted fray
so hidden they do find me
and are at constant bay
I do wish that they...
--unlike any drop of water
yet they blind me
in such eternal havoc
they remind me--
I do wish...
they'd go away
Haikus and picnics
warm soup, plastic spoon
whispering trees surrounding
flowers wave welcome.
striking, grassy, green
solitude and comfy clothes
water paints the sky.
breezes nip and flirt
chill bumps riddle my bare legs
more soup and a smile.
full and satisfied
bread and pink sunsets, the end
race the sun-down home
I dare you...
v1
Where is your sense of avdenture?
Where is your house of fun?
Where are the trees you climb on?
Where is your blazing sun?
Is this all that you're here for?.
You settle easily
Swimming around your fish bowl
instead of sailing free
chorus;
Single files of silent stones
Where did the children go?
Those kids whose crayons knew no bounds
whose faces were a-glow?
Who told you you should live this way?
do you not see these chains?
what passion left, they bid not stay
and cast your life's remains
V2
If you are brave then hear these words:
this was not meant to be!
These lifeless standards so imposed
by man's society
I dare you come and see the truth
they say will set us free
for long enough they've held you down
Let loose your soul and be
Sometimes I wonder about you
It's actually all-times really
Are you a reflection of who I can be
Or only a desperate dream of fear
I know you are everywhere
And that I can never tell
It's my head that treasons me
And my eyes that cannot believe
So please make me different
That I am sick of me
Take this man and shake him up
Killing all that I am now
Be the man that you can be
hahah! Another stupid attempt to write a verse... this is not even a verse I think... I'll stick to prose and songs.
stupid sh-mupid.
that's spanish for stop being so hard on yourself... it wasn't bad.
Undone
rushing wind
come come closer
and rush on in
till I'm blown over
setting sun
Conquer my blue skies
'till paint has run
and mediocre dies
chorus:
oh come and change
and wreck and wrought
and start again,
'till all that's not
of you
and stale and frozen through
is traded in for something new
fearsome lover
weeping tender tears
cast your heart
upon my binding fear
Adventurer
Frown at these still feet
and take me far
beyond my cozy street
chorus (2x)
Bridge:
Rushing wind
setting sun
sweep over me
leave me undone
(repeat)
chorus
"Be"
"suprise!" sing the silver tears
with the bright lights shining
and people dressed up, friendly, laughing beside.
how embarassing!
mascara and mucus steal her pride
so much for trying to look dignified...
too tired. she's exhausted
and her brow much too heavy to release for a kind hello.
She aches and she pains and
we hear
the moaning of a mind in overdrive.
a heart of stressed metal and leaking oil
bulging at all the weak places. burning at all the strong
"be still"
and she sputters to a stop.
no, wait, she only sputters..
but somehow she cannot stop
remember, we, how tired..
and yet she wars to fill and fix and stretch
that which only rest can remedie.
"be still and know..."
Oh peace of mind
oh confidence
and clarity
oh forsaken heart of flesh.
"Be still and know that I am..."
she takes a deep breath. and whispers fiercely
"God."
come weep with her.
"Be"
"suprise!" sing the silver tears
with the bright lights shining
and people dressed up, friendly, laughing beside.
how embarassing!
mascara and mucus steal her pride
so much for trying to look dignified...
too tired. she's exhausted
and her brow much too heavy to release for a kind hello.
She aches and she pains and
we hear
the moaning of a mind in overdrive.
a heart of stressed metal and leaking oil
bulging at all the weak places. burning at all the strong
"be still"
and she sputters to a stop.
no, wait, she only sputters..
but somehow she cannot stop
remember, we, how tired..
and yet she wars to fill and fix and stretch
that which only rest can remedie.
"be still and know..."
Oh peace of mind
oh confidence
and clarity
oh forsaken heart of flesh.
"Be still and know that I am..."
she takes a deep breath. and whispers fiercely
"God."
come weep with her.
hoorahh!! I feel like I went on vacation with you after reading that!
Remember my secret pen name? and who I am? Firefly, at your service, been awhile so here you go! Everything I've written in the last few months!
Goodbye Love 8/2/06
Will you break my heart
Just like you broke hers
Am I just playing a part
In this little world of yours
Am I just an in-between
While you wait for her
Am I more, What do I mean
I feel so insecure
It's only been a few short weeks
But I still care for you
She doesn't need to beg and plead
You'll run back so soon
But still I give all I am
I give all of me to you
And even if you leave me
I will always be true
Because you're something different
A light in my dark world
I wish you knew how much you meant
To this lonely little girl
And every time I'm with you
My body comes alive
And I don't know what to do
My tears fall as I cry
I know it will soon be over
And so I cherish each day
Each time you kiss me softly
And keep the world at bay
I won't put up a fight
I know you love her so
thank you for being my light
I will let you go
And another perhaps?....
Beloved Dreams
She walks down the empty corridor
The sound of her footsteps reverberating on the stone walls
She can hear the voices of the students echoing in her ears
The loud buzzing of the highschool gossip system
She sits in class staring lazily at the white board in front of her
Trying to concentrate on the teacher's monotonous drone
Today chemistry is the farthest thing from her mind
She watches as a small bird flies by the window
The outside world is within her reach
But she is shut away inside a deep abyss
Not even the tallest ladder or longest rope can reach her
In the darkness she can see the light
The only enjoyment of her life walks by the marked opening of her hole
He is whistling joyously as he carelessly drops in a stone
He doesn't notice the face staring up at him out of the darkness
The vacant gaze of the woe-begotten child
This girl with hair the color of deepest night
And eyes the bright blue of the morning sky
Her skin like brushed porcelain as it glistened in the ray of light
The light that had escaped the grasp of the sun and it's power
She hides from the light for it is a foreign body
It has heat and yet is not hot to the touch
The light with fire that burns intrigues her
It whisper to her and she hears it calling
The voice of the light beckoning her forth
She follows the sweet sound of no one
She crawls out of the cave she called home
Nearly blinded by the burning light of mystery
The fireball suspended in mid-air
The softness of the green beneath her bare feet
The cold chill that blows through her curled locks
She is frightened by this new world
The place above in the clouds she has always dreamed of
The place she always had to look upon from below
She had arrived here in this meadow
A landscape full of bright colors and fascinating smells
It overwhelmed her lithe body and she felt wetness on her pale cheek
She did not know of tears and so she learned to cry
She let her small body shake and tremble with sobs of anger and grief
For she had spent her life in darkness where there is no light
And now as she lay in the arms of the great fireball she began to regret
The life she had been living under the world
Her home was in a hole in the ground of green
She had not seen the light in time
And now the twinkling gas balls came out to replace the Fireball
And as she looked at the stars she wondered
She heard small buzz's and rustling greens
She inhaled the sweet aroma of freedom
A goodbye from her heart as the wind picked her up
And carried her off to the great beyond
The dwelling place of her beloved dreams
And another!!!
All of the lies Silver and Pink 4/27/06
And all of the hate
Why didn’t you ask
Before it was too late
I was right in front of your eyes
Tears streaming down my face
screaming on the inside
While trying to hide
The fresh wounds on my arm
From the truth in your eyes
Wanting to love you
As I left you behind
I’ve struggled for the surface
trying to take a breath
Bring air into my lungs
Suffocated by Death
why did it end this way
Couldn’t you see
My thoughtless zombie everyday
Could you see me
Drowning in your face
Lying to the world
All of my secrets
Known and unfurled
Not even the pain of others
Could stop my attack
Now it’s all over
And you can’t bring me back
If only you had been there
If only you’d known
If only I laid bare
Now I lay prone
The tears in your eyes
Mirror my own
Your body rattled with cries
As you stare at the phone
Hoping just maybe
Perhaps it will ring
And you’ll hear my voice
As I try to cling
Holding on to life
Until the ambulance arrives
To rush my withered form
Wisk me from your life
You wouldn’t believe me
Thought one day it will end
God gave us free will
I just had to pretend
Walk through the halls
With my eyes downcast
Hoping my charade
My silent confession would last
I’m not alone
There are others like me
The silver and pink
Are faded memories
Deep down I have a theory
Deep down my blood flows
Just beneath the surface
My yearnings grow
I tried to tell you
Without making you mad
My words don’t make sense
Inside of your head
With this revelation
I put down the blade
My death toll
Has already been paid
And maybe one more?
A little Night Music 7/31/06
Nothing in the world can compare to what goes through your mind when you begin a new relationship. The nerves and adrenaline that courses through your veins as you approach him from across the room. Or even before that brave moment when your eyes meet and you know somewhere there was a sonic boom heard for miles. You greet him with a smile and casually say “hello.” You start with the basics, name, age, occupation. Then you move onto interests and hobbies. Perhaps by the end of the night you scored his number, but if you’re a romantic, he wrote yours on a napkin or match box from the club where you met. You wait a few days to call him, a rule of dating etiquette. You muster up the courage to dial his number. You can hear your heart beat as the phone rings and then, he answers. You remind him of who you are and make plans to catch a movie and some dinner, the cliche date routine. You find, as you sit across from him at a fancy Italian restaurant, that you have more in common than you would have imagined. During the movie, most likely a comedy, that you can’t stop thinking about holding his hand. But, a first date is too soon for the clammy, wet feeling of having his hand in yours. He drives you home and he walks you to your front door. No kiss goodnight, that waits until, at least, the third date. You make plans for another night out and say your goodbye’s, a hug or handshake or perhaps just a wave. The more you see him the harder it is to leave him when the date is over. You begin wondering what his kiss will be like. You imagine it is soft, and sensual, and you hope when you finally realize your daydream come true that it is romantically done. You’re under the stars, walking along the water’s edge. The beach is certainly a talked about romantic first kiss sight. You can feel the raw energy as you wait for the perfect moment. And then it happens, You pause in your riveting conversation and look into his eyes. You inch ever so closer. You close your eyes and await the pressure that comes from his lips on yours. The kiss is perfect, not wet or sloppy, not forced or rough. It is exactly what you had hoped for, but you know a scenario this perfect could only take place in your imagination. As you pull back and look into his eyes, gauging his reaction to the whole event your alarm goes off. You open your sleep ridden eyes and look about you. You’re in your room, the same walls, that ugly carpet and your evil alarm clock on your bedstand. There is a copy of “romantic tales for the young at heart” sitting open on the floor by your bed. You pick it up, close it and put it back with its brothers and sisters on the bookshelf filled with your candy-coated dreams. You shower and brush your teeth and hair. It may take you ten minutes to choose an outfit for the day. It’s Friday, casual day. You put your hair in a messy bun and slip on your ballet flats, a nice accent to your billowy sundress. After your classes at your first choice college you head over to your internship at the Peace Corp center for international relations. You never thought you’d end up here of all places. But the afternoon goes by. Today you sat in on a conference between Lithuania and a small country in holland concerning trading issues on the borders of Europe. After several cups of coffee and several trips to the little girls room your shift is over. You head home to get ready for girl’s night out with your best gal pals. Your sundress turns into that little black dress you’ve been keeping in the back of your closet for just such an occasion. Your once adorable flats transform into those black lace up pumps your coworker convinced you to spend you day’s paycheck on. Your messy bun pulls itself together to form a braided bun and with a makeup touch up you are ready for the nightlife.
The night is going wonderfully as you sit and chat with the ladies and drink sour apple martinis. During a low point in the conversation about tampon brands you scan the room. You catch the eye of a mysterious stranger and feel that small surge of adrenaline. Your friends take but a moment to notice your sudden change in confidence. They giggle sheepishly and nearly push you out of your seat. You straighten that dress that hugs in all the right places, push back that one unruly piece of your red locks and take the first step toward that feeling that you get when you start a new relationship. The only difference here is that this is reality and you aren’t dreaming any longer. Time to wake up and witness the emotion that comes alive, just like a story from your favorite romance novel.
Alright, that's it! For now....
Oh and Janis... I am going to miss you....
you're such a reader. can't fool me =) I'm going to miss you too <3
A reader? whatcha mean!?
blah flies blah vaseline blah blah.
by Janis Adames
we're all flies in vaseline
somehow we all got stuck
swimming in a sticky mess
the moms buy for a buck
we're all flies in vaseline
we'll be here for a while
yet we all deal differently
in sorrow or in style
I knew this one fly in the bunch
who thought she was the bomb
she'd talk about the clothes she bought
but never could put on
this other fly whose leg was caught
inside the petroleum jelly
was so depressed and all he did
was say, "this place is smelly."
we're all flies in vaseline
come in, the creme is fine
sure you deal with nuts and bolts but the choice of mood is...thine?
we're all flies in vaseline
but sometimes we forget
it matters not being common or queen
we're all still small and sticky and gross and pathetic and helpless and stuck and we have little yucky black wings that are really not conducive for long distance flying or for anything really except tickling peoples ears while they're sleeping.
what?
A song in drop d... as always...
forgive the clumsy spanish
v1
por las olas poderosas
no te veo bien
mi seguridad
esta lluvia la destruye
todavia yo te oigo
y no puedo quedarme
no podria estar contenta
si no sigo tu llamado
chorus:
caminaré
aunque tiemblan mis manos
caminaré
aunque fallan mis pasos
caminaré
dame paz mientras te sigo
este viento es muy fuerte
este viento es muy fuerte para mi
v2
Por las lagrimas
no te veo bien
o mi corazon
estos miedos lo destruyen
todavia yo te oigo
y no puedo quedarme
no podria estar contenta
si no sigo tu llamado
ch
caminaré
aunque tiemblan mis manos
caminaré
aunque fallan mis pasos
caminaré
dame paz mientras te sigo
este viento es muy fuerte
2x
(last time)
aunque el viento es muy fuerte
el señor es suficiente para mi
She-camel(Jeremiah 2:23-25)
by Janis
My heart is like a rock in my chest.
a rock with blood filled veins coarsing through it.
pumping, swelling, life-filled veins that ache within the confines of the stone.
An earthly mix of me and God.
A conflict of fidelity and prostitution.
A tourist with sweaty sneakers strattling two states.
I'm frantic and fulfilled
Anxious and alright
Smile for the picture, but when does he return to his home?
that's how my heart feels.
and how it loves.
An earthly mix of me and God.
A conflict of fidelity and prostitution.
pumping, swelling, life-filled veins that ache within the confines of the stone.
Firefly
For a firefly caught up in a jar-
A grimy jelly jar with a screw top lid
Twisted shut forever by some idealistic kid
For a firefly with bright light fading fast
Whose blaze ebbs in and out like the heaving of a dying man's breast
Exhausted by the process of eternal rest
For a firefly who's tried and tried and tried
Who's thrown herself so many times against her walls of glass
and rehashed the painful bruises she already has
For a firefly who's tired and alone
How hungry, hurt, and held at bay. watching from within the free flies flirt with breezes at the close of the day.
For that firefly who cannot see the screw top open.
-who cannot hear the tight seal pop.
-who cannot feel the outside breeze rush in
-Or bid the bitter trembling stop.
For the firefly who, though she's released,
-is sick of flying, sick of bleeding, sick of hope.
-who's now glazed over, desperate in her last attempts to cope.
Remove her with out her, retore her within.
reunite her with the heart that loves to fly and burn and dance upon the evening wind.
I am simply in love with the firefly one. Excellent job.
thank you. it expressed what I needed it to. =) I'm glad I didn't botch it up.
I decided to honor it by posting it in my own blog, obviously saying who's the original author and directing to your site. There's new stuff btw.
Oh my goodness Janis! I really appreciate the poem, I see I can be great inspiration! But seriously thank you, it means alot to me. After that talk with you that night I wrote a letter and gave it to Brian. I'm trying, trying to find my way out of the jar and into the open air.
Firefly*
Jericho 10/16/06
Should I dare to turn the corner
To pass by you on my way
Should I flash my utterly fake smile
Think of something stupid to say
Should I hide my pain from you
After all the bullshit we’ve been through
Should I run as far from here as I can
Wishing I was dead, hoping it would end
Should I cry with my body trembling
With each sob I lose more strength
Should I try to stand tall
Knowing I will stumble again
Should I leave you in my past
Walk in the opposite direction
Should I have believed it would last
You’ve made a terrible impression
Should I give you another chance
Is this the 7th or 8th
Should I go back on my word
Just so I can save face
Should I lie through my teeth
When telling you about me
Should I even dare to breathe
The world would crash down around my feet
Should I even make a sound
Let my voice be heard
Should I venture under ground
Shut the light out and be cured
Should I bother to wake up today
Knowing I must start anew
Should I care enough to be brave
I’m sick and tired of you
Should I bring you down
In the open so everyone can see
Should I scream and shout
Will that make me free
Should I shut my mouth
Keep hateful words inside
Should I even be proud
Of the things I try to hide
Should I watch the walls tumble
Like the city of Jericho
Should I let my heart crumble
I thought I’d let you know
Should I not wake up tomorrow
My breathing slowly yield
Should I lose to my sorrow
Maybe then you’d feel
Should the emotions of my wasted years
Seep through the coffin door
Should the floor be wet with unshed tears
Will you still want for more
Should there need to be a burden of proof
And my case be thrown out the window
Should I not know what to do
Will you turn back and go
Should I just give up
Let go of broken ties
Should I yell STOP
Will it end all these lies
Should the world stop turning
And the night be ever last
Should I ever stop yearning
And leave behind my past
Than you won’t have to waste your time
Than you won’t have to pretend
Than you no longer need to care
About your woe-be-gotten friend
http://mysteriouswanderer.blogspot.com/
I got my own blog!
Firefly*
Perfection 11/13/06
What would you say if I began to waste away
What would you do if my fat faded too
Would I be better in your eyes if I were air
Would you love me if I could be carried
When will I be enough for you
When can I stop crying
How can you tell me I'm wrong
How is it that I am still strong
Why can't I be perfect
Why can't I be thin
If I wasted away
If I faded into the background
If I became yet another statistic
Will I be your beautiful girl
A mere shadow of my former self
A stick with notches in it
A walking disaster
Hopeless and lost in your eyes
In your eyes
Why must I be perfect
Why can't I be me
If you would just tell me
Tell me
Tell me I'm pretty
Tell me everything will be alright
If you could just say
I love you
You
just as you are
My love how can you
Why must you speak of me
In a perpetual dark light
Pressure hurts
Perfection hurts
I hate myself
You hate me too
Where do I go from here
What can I do now
Just keep going down this dank dark road
This path filled with danger
If I wore a white dress
That went to my knees
One without sleeves
If I let my body show
The way it is nowWould they all laugh at me
Would I again be a "Beast"
Am I really so gross
Am I really so big
Does the ground shake when I walk
Can the chair hold my weight
Why can't I try the small size
When will I be good enough for you
When will I be Perfect
Only a few more pounds
Why does the scale hate me so
Why am I so cold
When will my hands stop shaking
Who is that in the mirror
staring back at me
A ghost or a shadow
No, that's me, the angel
light as a feather
I have become like my idol: AIR
Man! I can't believe you actually wrote out what I wouldn't dare to. stuff like "beast" and "gross" and "big." words I've sworn pertained to me. you don't shy away from frankness and that adds the awesome concreteness to your writing. to any guy out their reading, appreciate the honesty of those questions. For a girl to be thought them seems to be her biggest fear and dread. or at least it is mine and Amanda's.
I can't play an instrument and It is really starting to bother me. I wish I could turn some of my poems into songs. I wrote this as lyrics but it doesn't have a tune or melody. I need help making this a realized peice of MUSIC! I am willing to make adjustments and word changes, just help me out with this one!
Surrender
Verse 1
The night air surrounds me as the wind whips my hair
dreaming of the days when you were always there
The days have grown colder and the nights so long
Where is the comfort that's been gone for so long
Endless years dreaming with love in mind
Hopeless endeavors move along the moments
Must I show my battle wounds for all to see
When will I know that it's okay to be me
Chorus
If I was beautiful would you love me more
Why can't I be wonderful for you
If I fail to live up to your standards
Will you walk away from this lie
Verse 2
Can't I become something more than what I am
And let the world know of the pressure that's been lifted
Where is the downside
Of the righteousness you bring
Can one person really change the world
Will you use me Will you love me
Can you show me where the negative begins
you can't be wrong
Bridge
In the darkness I can see the light
The Famous one at the end of the tunnel
When I stop trying so hard to fight
Then I'll be enveloped and I'll praise you
Chorus
If I was beautiful would you love me more
Why can't I be wonderful for you
If I fail to live up to your standards
Will you walk away from this lie
Verse 3
A Surrender straight from my heart
A gift sent from above
Take a look deep inside of my soul
And see the longing that's inside
Please Forgive Me
"Those Eyes"
When your life is turned upside down
And you can't remember which direction you were headed in
Can you fix the mistakes you thought you'd never make
When you shut your eyes will you be able to forget the pain
I've not yet heard of anyone who has come home
Is it possible to fall and come back up the mountain
Will you look upon me with those eyes
The ones that see only facts
Look beyond the pure act and see the emotion
Try to notice the pain and the desperation
The twinkle in my eye has gone dull
Can you tell me how to deal
Before I make a move farther into this cave of mine
When the Rain falls down over my body
The small droplets of memory , I'm soaked to the bone
Will I catch my death of cold
Can you move past the punishment and go straight to forgiveness
I know I will never be able to attain my own Chastity
You can't give it back to me
It was given and willingly
Where do I go from here
I love snow globes
snow globes have water
if you leave them in the sun
the water gets hotter
the music they play
makes me happy all day.
and the glitter
oh the glitter
looks a lot like ...litter
(floating through the sky)
In a snow globe I want to live
someone a snow globe to me should give
I would play with it all day
and feed it peices of...hay?
we would walk to the store
and buy one snow globe more
we would all go home.
and they would sit on my front porch with my gnome.
The end.
Will you see me, look into my eyes
will you see me, beyond all the lies
will you see me and finally realize, I’m not the enemy, I’m your friend
And I’m here to show you that these last few years
have done nothing
to quiet my fears and I’m hoping that today will be
The day I come back home
Cuz you are home to me. The center of my world
And you’ve shown to me that I’m not just a girl, pining for love, searching for truth and in the midst of my journey, I found you
Cuz you are home to me, nothing compares
To the light you bring when you walk in the room
And the warmth I feel when you’re next to me
Please don’t leave, stay with me, love me, love me and I will cherish you
Can you hear me calling your name
Can you hear me, stop placing the blame
Can you hear me, or will you stay the same, not listening to a word
And I’m here today , I’m on my knees
And I’m begging you, Baby please
Try to understand why I made up my mind
The day I came back home
Cuz you are home to me, nothing compares
To the light you bring when you walk in the room
And the warmth I feel when you’re next to me
Please don’t leave, stay with me, love me, love me and I will cherish you
Love me today And Bring Me Home
And Bring Me Home
I actually have a melody for this one!! Yay me!
I like. we'll have to do starbucks instead of a movie so you can tell me all about your poems and your interesting life. and by the way, I wrote that last post (nothing at all. initially) after you scolded me for being such a joplin slacker. Merry Christmas!!
umm.....martes o miercoles? Life will ensue....
I'm writing a play and so far, it's amazing...at least, that's what my mom says, lol!
--firefly
here is an excerpt from the play I'm writing.
Mallory
I can’t think of him in terms that make sense. It’s not normal for a mother to have no thoughts of motherhood, is it?
I put him in the rocker, back and forth, back and forth, and I wonder if he gets dizzy. I sing to him and think of how a baby learns to speak, to form words. Does he hear the words I speak or just the sound of my voice. It’s easier with people, they can tell you how they feel so there’s no guessing game. When he cries I don’t know what he wants. Is he hungry, or is this his “ hold me” cry? Is his diaper soiled, or is he scared? People know when you love them, they can see it in every little thing you do and hear it in everything you say. He can’t say, “ I love you.” And, if he only hears sounds then he doesn’t know when I’m telling him that I love him. And yet, he reaches out for me when he wakes up. When I bathe him he splashes and laughs. He gets scared when someone other than me or my husband is holding him. If he cries and I trace the lines of his face with my fingers, so gently and so soft, he goes back to sleep. He is infallible, what wrong can he do? He cries, he sleeps, he poops. He’s so natural and more normal than everyone the world over. He is living and breathing and he is enjoying every second of his remedial, day-to-day routine. He knows what it is to be alive and I think only he can.
You know, I think he knows the words, because when I tell him that I love him, He smiles at me.
ok, Where is my latte!? lol
Secret Sunset
I ran
As my mind wound a knot around my heart
and the thoughts took shots at each other
one sucker punch after another
I ran
and my insides were collapsing.
I was down for the count
but the battle raged
I ran
and I prayed and I prayed
and I begged and I wanted it to end
I wanted the answer to come like those meals they serve on silver platters
I ran
my body pushed forward but it was my heart begging for air
painfully the knot around my heart grew tighter and tighter
and nothing made sense and truth was blurred
I ran
And I couldn't take it anymore
my emotions rose and brimmed to the tip of my spine.
I couldn't sort through anymore.
So I ran
until my eye caught a corner. and my soul felt a nudge.
and I turned off the path
and I wept
and I wept
and I wept
and I kept on weeping.
because it was you who turned my eye and nudged my soul
and lead my feet to the secret scene
to the secret seat up in the rafters of a play house.
to a secret garden in a novel
to the edge of a lake I'd never seen before
to watch a secret sunset.
My heart grew so big that I believe it tore open,
and tears poured out. Because I loved you.
Because you loved me.
and you were to me the greatest when I needed you the most and expected you the least.
(based on true events of a hurting girl and a living God. I dare you to wonder whether he's for real.)
Prove it
The purpose of the poem was hopefully toward that end. yeah sure I like brilliant lyrics and lines, but the inspiration that made me sit down and write in the first place is my having EXPERIECED the existance and reality of God in moments like those described in my poem. I can only testify to my own experience. It's God's job to prove it to you, like he proves it to me each day through heart whispers and "coincidences" and caring people. Who is this by the way? anonymous entries always kill me. =)
I don't think it's God's job to prove his existence to us...why do you think that?
you asked me to prove it to you... (God's existance, I supposed)and I have come to the realization that I cannot. I can testify, bring "proof" if you will, to having experienced him and heared him and seen his tiny miracles in me. but I cannot convince a soul of that. I cannot convince your soul, and neither can anyone else. When I say its God's job, I truly believe its his job, to prove himself real. he doesn't have to, but he does, every day, through his creation and such. Although for such skeptical minds as yours and mine, those gigantic miracles leave us wanting more, and more is what he has mercifully provided in my life. He's proved it to me, answered many of my questions and tempered my cravings to understand the answers to others. he's not an insecure God... he can defend himself, and he will if he wants to.
A Jazzy tune in the works...
Give me the 60 cats
And a tower that's nice 'n high
Give me the Lonely days
So I don't ever make you cry
Cause love is a risky deal
Never sure how we feel
I guess that's a risk you take
Boy, I'm so glad you're brave
a bridge for the Jazzy song
I'll make home in that tower
with a rain cloud as my shower
yeah I take those 60 cats you bet
I'll name one George and I'll name one Jet
ANd I'll call them all my babies
SO you don't have to hear more of my maybe's...
Actually I didn't ask you to prove it! Also, you didn't need to be so harsh and off topic with your answer, you really didn't say why you think it's his "job"
I believe I'm responding to an initial post that said, "Prove it. would you clarify what you are asking... and understand that its easy to misread harshness in a message without facial expressions and voice inflections. only 10 percent of what we understand in a conversation is gleaned from the actual words we use... the rest is nonverbal cues... without a face to face conversation, I'm at a terrible disadvantage. I would love to continue this convo face to face if you'd prefer. or else we can certainly continue here and just take our chances with being misunderstood. (that was not sarcastic.) anyways, care to clarify your question?
John 11:33-44
don't just "give it to jesus"
GIVE IT TO JESUS!
rage!
and tremble!
and yell!
grab him by the shoulders
shake him, shove him
beat upon his silent breast
"arhhhhhrahhh!!"
tear his arms from their sleep
Grip his wrists and weep
don't just "give it to jesus"
GIVE IT TO JESUS
Pry and pry and pull
and cry
Until his fingers tremble open,
'til they open, as you
weep some more
POUND! pound! pound his chest
again
and ask him "why?"
ask him when
ask him how
ask him who
Then look at those hands again.
the ones you forced to open
and its you.
and the arms around your shoulders
falling with you as you sink
its him
its him behind you crying
crying with you, LOUD and faithful.
...he knows that you don't need
another simple answer
or a little mermaid band-aide
he knows your fists are tight, your brow is heavy
and that its JUST NOT THAT EASY.
its just not that easy...
John 11:33-44
TRANSITIONS
are important to me:
in writing
I'm concerned
with flow
how things connect
...begin and how
they end.
How they relate.
In speaking
In planning
In life
Does one thing
accommodate the next
and the last?
Every note get its full value?
given its proper time
to exist
and to cease
ENOUGH TIME
is important to me
to say hello and say
goodbye
Make the entrance
make the break
relate the billion worlds
that don't relate
connecting beginnings
to endings
evening in writing
the ending is just another
TRANSITION
Refresh
the warm five o'clock sun hugs my skin.
a feisty breeze waltzes in from
the lazy waters beyond the sea wall.
The warm wood of a dock calls to me
A riot of 2 by 4's daringly interrupt
the lazy waters beyond the sea wall
The warm ache in my calves slows me down
white flag raised I stop and turn around towards
the lazy waters beyond the sea wall.
The warm smile spreads across my face
outstretched arms appreciate the open space before
the lazy waters beyond the sea wall.
Free Fall --part two
you are a sleeping flower
beneath the shivering blankets of winter
for every warming hour
wait there sleepy flower
You are a distant sail
meandering along the darkened sea
for the sure and windy gail
wait there distant sail
wait there wandering seed,
and growing boy,
and dozing bear,
Wait there eager child
falling free
hope and joy
in the air.
and you will see
you will see
Wait there, anxious one
and trust in me.
Dirty Brown Frogs
Dirty brown frogs love dirty brown rocks in dirty brown woods.
Avoid the clear clean water bubbling past
Avoid the quick, cold stream rushing by.
Dirty brown frogs love their filthy brown rocks
and their slimy brown lives
and the dear grimy little fingers
of their captours who should go home and wash for supper.
Everyday I think about you,
Even though we have never met.
It is hard for me to believe
I have not dated as of yet.
Do you think about me often?
Does my face ever grace your dreams?
Or are you too busy with life
To swim through life's turbulent streams?
I wish I knew what you look like,
Or at least your camoflaged name.
Then I would know whom to look for,
And we could start love's winsome game.
But until that awaited day,
I refuse to give up my hope.
Or eat chocolate by myself,
Sit around in the dark and mope.
Because my God created me
And made me a part of his plan,
I know if it's within his will,
Someday I'll meet this godly man.
I hope our love is very pure,
So while I wait for our first date
And pray daily blessings for you,
This I vow: to stay worth the wait.
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