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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Smooth skin and pouty lips
and brown eyes with long lashes;
Full breasts and rosy cheeks with slight dimples
and the thick brown hair of youth;
Warm hugs from a warm heart
and giving spirit that was taught;
The courage to stand up for beliefs
and the knowledge to choose the battles;
Energy in abundance
and, yet, a calming vibe that exudes;
The ability to make new friends
and the charm to make them stay;
Confidence, confidence is key
and a broad smile to greet the world.


*I needed a booster... I'm not nearly this arrogant.

I expected more than this
I expected a feeling of accomplishment,
of prayers answered,
of goals achieved.
I sit here, and stare at this piece of paper and I
sigh.
I find myself confused about the future
and regretful about the past
and worried that this emptiness
will last forever.
My motivation is gone along with my stamina.

WHY?

Why when you walk into the room
does my confidence hide and
cower in fear? What once was
my ego is now air and I
stumble over words and try to
hide my flaws, when just moments
ago I was on top of the world
spinning carefree? My breath
gets stolen from my lungs
as if I was punched in the gut
and I notice your glance at her
and jealousy envelops me and I
feel small like a spec of dust
just floating past you. A nobody
important, just that girl. A mutual
friend means nothing and neither
do my eyes making contact with
yours and you shake my hand,
my hand goodnight, and tell
me it was nice to meet me
although I know you won't
remember me by the morning.
Maybe just that girl, but the name
escapes you but I'm not worth
the thought of what my name
could be and you drink your coffee
and start a new day without the slightest
thought me. But you're the only
thing on my mind.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Pink petals on cold stone
as the wind picks up and the
underbelly of the clouds darken
to black. Black like
the crow's feathers and like
pill bugs burrowing into the ground
or rolling in the hand of a child.
Shoe prints in the moist ground that
show me you were here,
maybe moments ago, maybe hours.
I kneel beside the pink velvet
and pray for the storm to pass.

SUMMER HAIKU

Chlorine stings my eyes
Tears invisible to you
Splash out of the pool

SURVIVAL

Gelatinous blob,
a feast for the white beast
whose fangs thirst for blood.
Watching as he rips through the flesh
and pulls out gray meat in his strong
muscular jaws.
Ignores the rotten smell
and ingests his survival.