The way you look at me is refreshing
Your quick gentle smile
Dark brown eyes
Smooth rich skin
Are external parts of who you are
The inside is still an open mystery
Your name unknown
Cheerful spirit
Hopeful outlook
It leaves me longing to know more
The way I am keeps us at a distance
Waiting for your move
Acting ignorant
Keeping quiet
It's always best for the man to initiate
The chance of an 'us' is impossible
Your slender body type
The situation
Being shy
It's best to forget and move on
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Boxelder Bugs
Two boxelders in my hair
They are crawling everywhere
Up and down they scour the walls
Going up higher until one falls
Once one bit me on my hand
Now on the floor they all land
A flick with the pointer finger
Now no more of them linger
They are crawling everywhere
Up and down they scour the walls
Going up higher until one falls
Once one bit me on my hand
Now on the floor they all land
A flick with the pointer finger
Now no more of them linger
Frustration
The way you treat me is absolutely frustrating
I am eternally bothered by your disrespect
Nothing will change my ill opinion of you
The only thing I get out of this friendship
Is the feeling of being used and mistreated
I will not tolerate your actions anymore
All you ever do is think of your little self
So full of it, you act like a fat filled king
You treat me like I'm your mom or pimp
Never again will this situation take place
You had three chances and now it's over
It would be a waste to try to win be back
No need to worry about this my friend
You won't notice even the slightest change
Perhaps you might think I've grown fonder
I am eternally bothered by your disrespect
Nothing will change my ill opinion of you
The only thing I get out of this friendship
Is the feeling of being used and mistreated
I will not tolerate your actions anymore
All you ever do is think of your little self
So full of it, you act like a fat filled king
You treat me like I'm your mom or pimp
Never again will this situation take place
You had three chances and now it's over
It would be a waste to try to win be back
No need to worry about this my friend
You won't notice even the slightest change
Perhaps you might think I've grown fonder
Saturday, February 26, 2011
After We Fall
She fell on her way to school
It was an accident
Her mother fell down the stairs
It was an accident
Her father fell on the steps
It was an accident
She was rushing to school
Late for her afternoon class
She forgot her entire purse
And had to drive back
Adding to her lateness
Forgetting about the ice
She wiped out on the cement
Her feet just gave way
And she was laying on her side
Right away she sprang up
A sore hip and dazed head
She never said a word
Her mother was fatigued
But she still got out of bed
Nothing would stop her now
She was going to exercise
When she went down the stairs
At the fourth to last step
She missed it and slid down
Coming to slouch at the bottom
Loudly she screamed
Obtaining everyone's attention
She just laid on the staircase
Waiting for nothing
She went on to complain
About every detail of pain
She won't stop talking
Not until everyone knows
Her father works very hard
But he is often quiet slow
Never rushing at his tasks
One day he was outside
Feeding the birds as usual
After washing the eggs
He started up the steps
A shoe was in his way
He tripped and fell
Landing flat on his face
He yelled something
Laying on the kitchen floor
He just didn't move
It was inconvenient
It was pretty rude
He made a point of it
Made sure that we all knew
That he was the one who fell
Sympathy is not fulfilling
It's pathetic if it is forced
Too much is annoying
Too little is frustrating
We can upset other people
By how we respond
To our pain or our events
We reveal our true self
Every time we fall
It was an accident
Her mother fell down the stairs
It was an accident
Her father fell on the steps
It was an accident
She was rushing to school
Late for her afternoon class
She forgot her entire purse
And had to drive back
Adding to her lateness
Forgetting about the ice
She wiped out on the cement
Her feet just gave way
And she was laying on her side
Right away she sprang up
A sore hip and dazed head
She never said a word
Her mother was fatigued
But she still got out of bed
Nothing would stop her now
She was going to exercise
When she went down the stairs
At the fourth to last step
She missed it and slid down
Coming to slouch at the bottom
Loudly she screamed
Obtaining everyone's attention
She just laid on the staircase
Waiting for nothing
She went on to complain
About every detail of pain
She won't stop talking
Not until everyone knows
Her father works very hard
But he is often quiet slow
Never rushing at his tasks
One day he was outside
Feeding the birds as usual
After washing the eggs
He started up the steps
A shoe was in his way
He tripped and fell
Landing flat on his face
He yelled something
Laying on the kitchen floor
He just didn't move
It was inconvenient
It was pretty rude
He made a point of it
Made sure that we all knew
That he was the one who fell
Sympathy is not fulfilling
It's pathetic if it is forced
Too much is annoying
Too little is frustrating
We can upset other people
By how we respond
To our pain or our events
We reveal our true self
Every time we fall
Friday, January 28, 2011
Quality
Seeing you always improves the quality of my day
There are many factors that make it this way
The way you say my name makes me want to stay
You're always glad to see me in public and private
Expressing your glad tidings for all the world to hear
Then you complete with an encouraging message
Like a lonely dog who runs to his master out of love
Your cheery words are like the dogs welcome bark
And bright smile like the grin and excessive drool
There are many factors that make it this way
The way you say my name makes me want to stay
You're always glad to see me in public and private
Expressing your glad tidings for all the world to hear
Then you complete with an encouraging message
Like a lonely dog who runs to his master out of love
Your cheery words are like the dogs welcome bark
And bright smile like the grin and excessive drool
Monday, September 6, 2010
Today
Last night I had a dream about today
So far everything is falling into play
The time on the clock has ticked away
I'm still sitting on my chair in dismay
I haven't written a poem in so long
My words feel like they don't belong
Often I question if they are wrong
In the end my words come out strong
The dream I had has now come true
It was so strange and hard to construe
Especially that every minute held a clue
Now comes the time to finish this queue
So far everything is falling into play
The time on the clock has ticked away
I'm still sitting on my chair in dismay
I haven't written a poem in so long
My words feel like they don't belong
Often I question if they are wrong
In the end my words come out strong
The dream I had has now come true
It was so strange and hard to construe
Especially that every minute held a clue
Now comes the time to finish this queue
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Better
It's for the better if I keep quiet
If I don't say anyting
You'll never know
If I share my thoughts I'll start a riot
Only trouble that would bring
Like long ago
Since then I've been on this verbal diet
To not let my ill words sting
And end all woe
If I don't say anyting
You'll never know
If I share my thoughts I'll start a riot
Only trouble that would bring
Like long ago
Since then I've been on this verbal diet
To not let my ill words sting
And end all woe
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