Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Seven Aces

And who would've guessed we'd all be thick as thieves?
forever was never beheld in our juvenile eyes.
These six years, through friendship, the world we seized.

Us, blocks apart, who knew, on summer's eves?
Because maybe fate had a plan to sneakily devise.
And who would've guessed we'd all be thick as thieves?

By chance, we united under changing leaves,
A forever closeness that many come to despise.
These six years, through friendship, the world we seized.

During mockery from others to one another we cleave.
and through harsh quarrels love would somehow rise.
And who would've guessed we'd all be thick as thieves?

But some may come and corrupt, and many soon leave
and sometimes we're deaf to each other's tumultuous cries.
These six years, through friendship, the world we seized.


Does it have to end? will I be forced to grieve? 
Be forced to say all those poignant goodbyes?
and who would've guessed we'd all be thick as thieves?
These six years, through friendship, the world we seized. 

Winter's Lament

Near, an icy pond
calls me with such bitterness
to taunt summers warmth.

You still fight for the weak... That is why you lose

I almost had my first kiss once.
Almost. 
It was on a cold December night and thick pure snowflakes were falling.
Falling to be caught on my golden hair, or in his, slightly darker.
I stepped back into the shelter of my front porch
but not into my warm house, oh no. I was a prisoner.
Locked out and befriended by the cold winter.
But it was fine, because I was with him, but not perfect because we were both alone.
He, shooting hoops and me, waiting patiently and admirably.
So admirably.
In my eyes, everything he did was wonderful and exciting.
Worry filled me n the fact that something was off and something was on his mind. 
Was it me? couldn't be. Maybe.
The frozen basketball rolled smoothly, almost practiced, off his hand.
and in his stiff voice he mouthed the need to come inside.
I shouldn't have left. I should have stayed and waited only 30 seconds... 45 seconds...a minute longer.
But, like most people, I fear the airiness of awkwardness
and the moments that you stand before a person and draw a blank and have not a word to say.
I feared it and I turned my back.
It could've been perfect. It would have been perfect.
had I just opened my eyes and seen, because I didn't see.
Looking back now, I see.
My first kiss was close.
So close.
So painfully close it taunts me.
It taunts me when I'm siting alone, pondering. 
When I'm alone with him and we talk about htings.
When my friend bring up their magical firs kisses.
When I remember the fact that I still love him, after all these years.
When his hand lightly touches mine or accidentally brushes my back and I realize, it could've been so much more.
But mostly, it taunts me on cold winter nights
when he heavy white snow is lightly falling, catching in my golden hair or landing on his, slightly darker. 

Gentleman

Gently, he speaks and is so kind,
Engulfed in you and only you, never is he blind.
Naturally, you fall completely in love with him.
Tell me, is her one out there for me, that has his perfect grin?
Lately, it really doesn't seem so. Men just keep their hearts shut.
Everywhere I go, men are pigs and dogs and jerks. But,
Maybe, just maybe, there's a guy out there wishing for me.
Any day now he will come and sweep me off my feet.
Now, I just have to wait, dealing with he imbeciles I see.

Love is a Battlefield

This house we fool around in, beloved.
this crumbled, shattered, defiled old home
is one of memories I felt true love in.
And winds of change I fear it gone with old.
The sun with awful purpose is setting.
I beg, please stay, just a while longer.
The destructive rain seems to you, abetting
I remember when you looked at me much fonder.
Without that ruined, abandoned, white house
just how will I remember how this started? 
All on that roof, you and I, friends about
I released my love for you, once guarded.
But now, you and your fickle heart forget me
and I still love you, and cry in memory. 

That Should Be Me

The way she tosses her hair
disgusts me.
And when you place your hand on hers
I rage
and I cry
because, at one time, your hands were for me.
Never hers.
Not to hold.
And the way you give her all your attention
leaving me in the winder rain or the sooty snow,
infuriating. 
She laughs her fake, all too friendly laugh
and you smile,
but your eyes glance my way,
like always,
confusing me even more, and you know.
I know you know. Then in unison, 
you both stand and she walks two paces ahead,
but just enough for you to 
rest your hand where it shouldn't be. 
She turns and smiles, lie you  just said something funny.
She flirts in a way that makes me want to pick my eyes out 
and peel my skin off.
and pull all my hair our piece by piece.
Everything is wrong.
Like Hermione loving Harry. 
Like a Honey and Jelly sandwich.
Socks with sandals.
Chicken nuggets on pizza,
pr playing the super bowl with a tennis ball.
They don't go.
yes, 
you can try but it wont feel right.
There's always something better,
maybe even something you've known before 
right in front of your face.
and I can tell that
in the back of your mind, you know it too.
Because you glance back and look at me walking away
and I'm hurting because she's where I want to be
and where I used to be
and where I should be.
Disgusting. 

Drops of Heaven

It was pouring rain tonight-
Crashing and colliding with the street-
In almost an amorous way, yearning me to go dance.
Little drops of crystal heaven sprinkling down-
from the heavens showering this undeserving Earth-
with tears of the soul. A little girl blissfully-
steps on  a glassy puddle of eternity separating the raindrops-
only for a little while. An arch of colors reflecting out a piece of heaven for this undeserving world-
to subconsciously admire.

Eternal Listener

I am a girl's best friend.
She pours all her thoughts, feelings, secrets, and treasured moments out to me
and I always listen.
I must.
Then she leaves me alone for a while.
I sit on a ledge high as heaven, it seems, waiting impatiently, 
and even though it's been a while since I've heard from her, 
I listen once more,
Because she trusts me. 
And occasionally, I tell her the things she  said and has long since forgotten, back to her, 
in times that she is joyous, tearful, or feeling drowned by a wave of nostalgia.
I've caught her tears and made her smile and laugh, only in remembrance. 
I watch her grow up and hen, 
on the happiest day of her life,
She solemnly lays me in a brown box and puts me in the dark 
without the need of my eternal memory
and leaves me until the heavens will open again.

Sideways World

Everyone has the potential to be
a candidate of four through 23.
so jump on a plane
leave your flashbacks behind
you'll never guess what you're going to find.
Fresh water, a signal, a lie or two.
A monster, a bear, a love that's true.
a hatch, some guns, food from heaven
an initiative built in '77.
Some cages, a soul mate, a huge Tawrete statue.
4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.
A sickness, some others, a donkey wheel.
You'll skip through time but never without a meal.
You'll gain some skills and a couple good friends
and find your one soul mate whose love never ends.
So come and join us on flight 815
and find out who you could truly be.

Monday, August 13, 2012

I left a penny on the ground


And just like that I'm out of luck.
I close my eyes and hope you'll see.
But you drove away in your navy blue truck.

Why, on you, is my heart stuck?
I hoped this time you wouldn't flee.
and just like that I"m out of luck.

I hoped you'd stay, that you were stuck 
at my house with only me,
but you drove away in your navy blue truck.

Please remember times we ran amuck.
and our foolish love was all we'd need.
and just like that, I'm out of luck.

High school parking lot, in you snuck.
drove by me, and paused, staring, waiting,
but you drove away in your navy blue truck. 

You've got me, I'm so, so love struck.
and you're an unsolvable mystery.
and just like that I'm out of luck,
but you drove away in your navy blue truck.