A thousand crafted words couldn't tell you
What my eyes locked in yours could convey
A million love sick lyrics can't do the trick
When a simple smile or kiss knows what to say
The person you are searching for
Has already found you and is waiting for more
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
A Pimply Poem
Woke up this morning
Looked in the mirror
AHHH!
A Red Carpet Beauty Crisis
Great. Just great.
Ack!
Pizza Face.
Just let me hide under the blankets today.
Hide until the horrid acne goes away.
FOREVER.
It's not cute
I don't want it on my face, on my body, on me!
I don't feel pretty
With a ring of pimples around my face
Covering my face
An Invasion of Acne!
But I still like me
Even with an entourage of pus-filled landmines
And honestly, who could resist me?
(Hopefully no one!)
Looked in the mirror
AHHH!
A Red Carpet Beauty Crisis
Great. Just great.
Ack!
Pizza Face.
Just let me hide under the blankets today.
Hide until the horrid acne goes away.
FOREVER.
It's not cute
I don't want it on my face, on my body, on me!
I don't feel pretty
With a ring of pimples around my face
Covering my face
An Invasion of Acne!
But I still like me
Even with an entourage of pus-filled landmines
And honestly, who could resist me?
(Hopefully no one!)
Monday, August 6, 2007
Room of Glass
Smudged windows
The prints of fingers and a nose
A girl looking through
The room of glass
Perfection mounted on the mantel
A place for every object
Order, cleanliness, and obedience in
The room of glass
Soundproof walls
Absorb the frustrated cries
Of a rebellious teen torn by
The room of glass
Hot angry tears wash
The telltale prints of defiance
The girl remains lost in
The room of glass
The doors slam with a bang
She looks around to find
The hairline crack in the walls of
The room of glass
Another slam shatters
The restless tranquility of
The room of glass
Home
The prints of fingers and a nose
A girl looking through
The room of glass
Perfection mounted on the mantel
A place for every object
Order, cleanliness, and obedience in
The room of glass
Soundproof walls
Absorb the frustrated cries
Of a rebellious teen torn by
The room of glass
Hot angry tears wash
The telltale prints of defiance
The girl remains lost in
The room of glass
The doors slam with a bang
She looks around to find
The hairline crack in the walls of
The room of glass
Another slam shatters
The restless tranquility of
The room of glass
Home
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