Oh us silly girls,
Always dancing around.
Oh us silly girls,
Wearing our crowns.
Oh us silly girls,
Writing love poems.
Oh us silly girls,
Wanting to grow up.
Oh us silly girls,
Living through dreams.
Oh us silly girls,
Hemming the seams.
Oh us silly girls,
Falling in love.
Oh us girls,
How we need our love.
Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
I dare you to fall in love.
I dare you to dare me too.
I dare you to hug me.
And I will keep you.
I dare you to say it.
I dare you to make it true.
I dare you to kiss me.
Especially, when I'm blue.
I dare you to look into my eyes.
I dare you to see right through.
I dare you to make love to me.
Because baby, I'm in love with you.
Jun 28, 2011
Jun 28, 2011 at 8:36 PM UTC
Scatter your thoughts like a broken mirror.
Bad luck you say? Toss me a beer.
Stumble and grumble, dance and stray.
Tell everyone what you want to say.
Regroup your actions and ease your mind.
I'll take back what was once mine.
A utopia of peace. A sliver of violence.
I can now take this lingering silence.
It took me less time than I concluded.
But only a couple days were excluded.
Thank you kind sir, even if it lasts only a short trot.
You have helped me the most, believe it or not.
Hidden well, secrecy is reason.
I'm over this act of what I thought was treason.
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 8:10 PM UTC
Last chance to claim your youth. Tis the end of words. Action requires dignity. A selfless act of determining the young. And its driver. Prepare to be nominated the unity of its forbidding vegetable. Prepare for war. Can you see the likely hood of life? Can hear the chants shouting your name? Only to retire in rightful shame? Shake up your chances, make a bet with the devil. Show him whose boss. If not? harmonize with the consequences of your deceiving cower. Your unintentional quivering flinch. Who is to tell you what's forsaken? Or what is to come? Arrive in bravery. Retreat with poise. Fight with mayhem, for that is how we, the youth, battle.
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 7:55 AM UTC
Here I stand.
On a chunk of land.
Pickle in hand.
Not much to say.
But words that sway.
In a way that seems.. fitting.
Not a rap,
Nor a wrap,
Or an old tree with sticky sap.
On a train,
Not a plane.
Here I stand,
On a chunk of land.
Pickle in hand.
This seems to be familiar.
On a mat,
That was torn by a cat,
In the corner the cat sat.
Did I say train?
I meant plane.
Here I stand,
On a chunk of land,
Pickle in hand.
Eating Swedish Fish,
Only to make a wish,
A wish for a tasty dish.
And for you? Another round.
So I poke myself with a pin,
So I would win;
A chance to take a nice car for spin.
Why you ask?
It's almost a task.
Here I stand,
On a chunk of land,
Pickle in hand.
This is my life.
I say **** strife.
I say cut if with a knife.
I need not worries.
This is my call?
I say we all fall.
Here I stand,
On a chunk of land,
Pickle in Hand.
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC
I thrive in others uncertainty.
I cower in the light of he.
I tremble to make no mistake.
I blame those who do it for their own sake.
I take pride in what I do.
I blossom to show that I can bloom.
I burden those for the right route.
I revel in sincere doubt.
I create passion and fuel fire.
I water it down to show no mire.
I keep secrets, so I keep friends.
I tell them to the ones who matter, in the end.
I tend to sit on a shelf.
So I can show everyone my true self.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 6:54 PM UTC
I didn't choose to be anything but me.
I didn't force myself to be.
I didn't decide to live.
I didn't have a say on what color crib.
I didn't pay for my first pair of shoes.
I didn't know how to refuse.
I didn't realize what life was about.
I didn't mean to fill my mind with doubt.
Although, I am not a saint.
I don't have one complaint.
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 7:37 PM UTC
What's left in this world?
Some peace but only a piece.
Much violence but only few.
Some in the middle stranded.
It's time to choose.
For good or for bad?
Or for better or for worse?
What you decide now,
Will for ever stay with you.
Choose wisely for you can-
only get more wise.
I can see it now,
Deep in your eyes.
Please remove your facade.
For you are far more beautiful,
Than your guise.
Please take care with the decision you make,
Because good is to give, not to take.
What's left in this world?
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 7:17 PM UTC
Say goodbye to beauty.
For it is unseen.
Say goodbye to love.
For it is unheard.
Say goodbye to honesty.
For it is hiding.
Say goodbye to fortune.
For it is no gift.
Say goodbye to life.
For it will pass you by before you know it.
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 8:20 PM UTC
A golden platter.
Only to serve the finest.
Delivered with such poise.
The taste? Delectable.
Dances on your taste buds.
To what ever dance, you dance.
The Salsa, perhaps?
Maybe accompanied with a side of chips.
The best dance that has ever pranced upon your tongue.
Addicting like heroine.
You keep eating.
For you can not get enough-
of whatever loligags upon this golden dish.
And then.. nothing.
The plate licked clean.
The dancers tired and left.
Leaving you craving more.
There's more in the back.
But then there wouldn't be enough to go around.
Because everyone wants to feast from a golden dish.
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC