jane
English
Solitude for peace / Pen to release / Pad to record / / / / / please leave as much feedback as you can. I love hearing other peoples thoughts on my poems and their criticism as well. / / I am adding some poems I have written to try and get some constructive criticism. Poetry is my new hobby that I love, but as it is new, I know I have a lot of room to grow and get better. I want to write great poetry that people can feel. Something that moves you.
Show me your ****
Show me your ***
Where's your respect?
Where is your class?
Watching her dance, you want to see more...
You chat, she responds, caught on the lure.
Online still the same, a stripper, a *****
I guess you weren't thinking..
at least not with your head (hah).
You're **** making decisions for you now instead.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 4:39 AM UTC
A world so worry-less...
I am bothered by a bad hair day.
So careless, thankless, of life itself.
So spoiled by comforts, no need for the past.
Realize this day,
special like my son.
I have no worries,
real ones at least.
I realize this today,
but my comforts may make me forget them tomorrow?
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 4:23 AM UTC
4 in morning,
3 at night,
I pop that ****
I take it all the time.
Whose going to stop?
Who will slow down?
These people would love to see you on the ground.
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 9:00 PM UTC
Conversation starts on course,
heading home and almost safe.
but it's here directions falter
and comments go astray.
Questions are now potholes
and angers round the bend.
The wall is fast upon us
and then..
dead end we meet again.
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 8:42 PM UTC
Actions not words,
new lesson learned.. or trying at least.
It's a hard one to swallow when it means so much more..
More to my heart..
To my health..
To my life...
To question the actions of the one I hold dear..
I don't want to see, to look, or believe.
Could you be... only words?
You couldn't... You wouldn't.. be just like her?..
Her, a girl who cared for me not,
but her words spun a web in which I got caught.
Took a year to untangle, brush the cobs from my eyes
To look at her actions and cast aside all the lies
I tell myself now, never again
But could you be.. only words?
You couldn't.. You wouldn't .. just make believe?
If so, I dont want to know,
I'll just let it be.
The truth would hurt more, or I'll die and then see.
You couldnt.. You wouldn't.. do that to me?..
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 12:39 PM UTC
Lost in a lover's maze of hope
your words twisting this way
turning with deft
deadening at I love you
but I'm not out yet
Where is the exit?
I can't be guided on words
lead me, show me, grab my hand..
take it in yours.
Your touch, your love, it knows the way.
Or will I stay forever playing this game?
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 12:30 PM UTC
At the bay window I sit
Watching the show
The sun's rays catch the panes, each color telling it's own.
The green talks of trees, fallen, but living.
I wonder and marvel at new life on its own.
so real in this room it all seems to me..
Until, their last sigh escapes, .. and gives in to the gray..
It's as if the dark clouds had decided their day.
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 3:10 AM UTC
-So I Played it Cool-
The eyes got me first
long eyelashes playfully placed along those bright blue eyes.
The first time they met mine, I knew I wanted her.
She seemed to stare right at me, in me.
Mystery sparkled behind them and a certain aloofness imatied as well.
How could I learn how to do that?
It was all natural though, she was born with those eyes.
Those eyes that catch you first, then leave you wanting more
The carefree smile that could put you at ease
And that genuine laughter which made anyone smile.
I knew, I had to play it cool.
I already knew I wanted this beauty behind the lemon chill cart.
Then I saw her body.
Like a naughty school girl in her uniform,
Dressed in A tight white polo tank and those oh so small black shorts.
She walked as if she had no idea what we were thinking
Leaving little to the imagination, yet somehow she seemed not to notice..
So, I played it cool.
I let the moment show itself.
“Alix, Dan: you guys at beer cart eight together”
Knots of excitement, pulsing through my stomach.
The feeling when you win big in Vegas.
I wouldn’t blow it though.
So, I played it cool.
“Hey, I’m Danielle, you’re Matt’s girlfriend, right?”
I silently thank Matt for giving me that foot in the door
“Yea, I’m Alix, isn’t it crazy we are both dating cross country runners?”
Find common ground. I found common gold
For me it was love at first sight, or at least the closest I’ve ever been to it.
Other girls have wowed me, sure, but I will never forget my first… My strongest.
I will never forget the first time we matched eyes together and exchanged a few words.
The first time I saw beauty exuding from the inside, not just a look, but a genuine glow.
I don’t remember what was said …
All I remember were those long eyelashes playfully placed around those bright blue eyes..
So, I played it cool,
I hoped for the best
Good things really do come in small packages
Because now I have something more than those eyes
I have what’s behind them
I have a sister
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 3:04 AM UTC