Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The One With The Beautiful Soul

Sing to me
'Cause I can't breathe,
it's like a blanket of agony
has settled over me.
I don't wanna let you go,
but I guess I don't have a choice.
My throat is choked,
I can't breathe,
it feels like my heart bleeds
because of you.
It's a bittersweet symphony
and I can't find the harmony.
I thought we could write this song together,
But you broke my heart.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Gotta Have You

Hey Guys...
Well, i'm not sure if this is what you new followers want to read, me, whining about my feelings....okay well my poetry is that too, but this is a journal entry. Well, I don't know how far back you guys have read, but I've got this guy friend, whom I really like......

Well, it's kind of game over for me. I was officially rejected today. He told me "We're best friends, but I don't feel anything more, you're just not the girl for me".....Ouch. Of course at first it didn't hurt. In fact, I went till 9:00 PM (which is like now) without hurting....but now it's really starting to hurt.

I don't get it. I thought that we'd be perfect for each other seeing as we were best friends, but I guess I was wrong. Okay, so I dated this really bad, not fun, not cool guy two years ago...that guy was my first boyfriend. After him and I broke up, I decided I was never going to date a guy who wasn't my friend first. Now I'm wondering if I should've said that, because it seems that once you become best friends with a guy, you're permanently stuck there.

And this has been a cause of many sighs. But I want this guy sooooo much. I've liked him for almost two years, it's just weird how he never could've felt anything...I don't get it.

Anyhow

I've gotta have you
I thought you were in my blood
I thought you were in my soul.
I wish we could've worked forever
I had so many dreams for you and I,
But I guess they're all shattered,
On the floor.
It's the bitter truth,
I wish we could take it back.
My throat is aching,
I want to cry,
I want to scream and shout.
Why did I lie,
Tell you I'm okay.
I wish we could be.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Brazen

I'm not the one who'd make the first move
I'm not brazen,
Not comfortable,
The sexual tension from waiting for a kiss
For TWO DAMN YEARS,
and I don't act like a slut
And somehow I'm still a risk,
Like a bomb waiting to explode.
Is that really what you want to happen,
Because baby when it comes to blows
I'll always win

I guess I gave you permission,
"Go ahead and break my heart"
I guess I didn't need it anyways.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

War

A temptress of words
A well-worded poet
Finding the rhymes,
Dodging the bullets.
Flirting with danger
Knowing the price,
Following the road
Upon which he lies.
Learned an oath
Never forgotten
Leaves behind
A pretense of falseness.
Tripping over stones
Worn smooth by water,
Losing your path
Following darkness.
A battle not won,
A wound now forgotten
Not paid in full,
Still haven't gotten
The word and the new
Of the cities that fall
And the people that lose

And she cries
In the road less travelled and worn,
And she knows
That it's rather this than be torn.
She sees the world through
A different Looking-glass.
She sits in a place
No better than the last.
And she thinks that it'll be better
As she sits, rereads his letter.
Crystal clear tears drip down her face,
All the innocence gone from this place.
And she cries,
the sweetest tears are the thing
that makes her who she is,
And she cries.

You are sensitive, I am a Machine,
I've seen love die too many times
When it deserves to live.
We speak a different language
When we fight the ones we love,
So please, Forgive what I have done.
No, you can't stay mad at the setting sun.
I never told you,
But it's all in your goodbyes.
If you lie, you don't deserve
To have friends.
Ain't it pretty,
The way it fits together at night,
Planned perfection sought in my dreams.
I never said this was my Revolution
When I looked you in the eyes,
But I lied.


P.S. I didn't write this poem, I found it somewhere a few years ago, I can't remember where though. Anyhow, I loved it, and I wanted to post it,
Thanks
little red

Does it take more to burn down a city
or build it up?
I'm breaking down the walls
To make a whole new city
Cause baby we can't grow without pain.
And maybe this isn't our love story
But we've all still got a lot of pain
And we're still breaking down those walls.
Maybe we're more fragile that we thought
But we've gotta be fragile to grow.
So burn down those walls,
Rebuild your city,
Because I know you wanna protect your heart,
Even when you're trying to
Tear down my walls.
They say Rome wasn't built in a day,
Just like burning down a city takes time.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Valentine's Day

So poetically inadequate.







Stiff fingers scrawl words,






Hearts race and chillbumps crawl,






No warmth on the soul.






No dreams, you took them all.






I’m picturing your smile






Flirting across your lips.






Are you thinking of me?






Or is she on your mind,






Your half-friend,






Ex-girlfriend, first love?






And I thought you’d sweep me






Off my feet, how wrong could I be.






No furtive smiles, no secrets






In your eyes?






You really have nothing to hide?






Why don’t I believe you.






It’s not like you’ve never lied.






My body is cold, lacking outer heat,






But if you were nearby,






You could be keeping me warm.






Roses wilt and fade,






Need I carry on this tirade?






Because diamonds always sparkle,






But I always seem to fade






Into black, into the back.






Has the ground never shook






Beneath your feet?






Would I be the first






To notice the brewing tempest?






Do you want me to be a






Beguiling temptress? Because






Being me does not seem to be






Attention grabbing.






And you think I’ve got






A heart made of stone,






But you’re so wrong, so blind,






And you’ve crossed a line.






So no more games, give me






Something more, hold me in






Your arms, not letting go.






Warm up my frozen skin,






Help me move again.






Kiss my lips, let me taste






What causes my heart to race.




Thursday, February 4, 2010

So Close...But Still So Far

I can almost taste it , you and me
The way your eyes settle on me
Seeing me, for real.
We're so close
But still so far.
Some twisted set of rules
Is what is holding you
Holding you back from me.
It's like a twisted dance
and I don't know the steps.
Because now that I know
I know the truth,
It makes it harder and
Harder to stay away.
Because I can't stay away from you...
You're better at that then me.
And when I see you looking at me,
My heart sings.
So baby, can't we get just a little bit closer?