I give you my attention
only because I like you.
Smart and clever,
funny and sometimes even bitter.
I text you at random hours, knowing you’ll reply
Knowing that you have a girl, who’s probably there by your side.
Although we’ve never met I think about how different my life could be
if I had just went up to you the day of the fest, I think it was around 3?
I saw you from a far, your tall body and curly black hair
Future Islands had just performed and you might of been waiting by the door.
But I was a coward and walked away
turning every once in a while to glimpse you from the distance
until I didn’t see you no more
just a crowd of stuck up kids
and me alone in the city
just me with my kicks.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
Your character is so flawed
you bleed ******** all day long.
How did you become this way?
Thinking nothing is wrong
yet talking and talking
without even saying anything AT ALL
You annoy the **** out of me
from the things you say, to the behavior you play.
I have no idea what will happen to our relationship
All I know is that I cant stand being around you,
you are simply poison.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:12 AM UTC
Growing angry for the smallest of things
Then realizing my anger for it becomes a part of me.
Take a breath and just let it go
Let it be, let it not be more.
The past is not what is now
Now is then and here and there, how?
Thoughts like these flow in my mind
keep me awake wondering about what is time.
So I let that anger pass thru me and become the past
because I’d rather be content with what is now and make it last.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:11 AM UTC
stepping stones
breaking bones
babies walking
old men talking
girls in pretty dresses
boys minds full of guesses
neighborhoods dark, silence
houses crowded, no senses
minds filled with clutter
hearts dying of butter
nonsense in the form of rhymes
a silly girl typing to pass this time.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:10 AM UTC
Jump jump jump
Beat beat beat
Sway sway sway
Turn turn turn
The movements of this dance
the smile across her face
Her hands holding her hips
long flows of hair
falling along her back
muscles moving under soft skin
fingers pressing against the air
eyes open to the east
watching her body move to the sounds
the moment belonged to her
this moment would be hers
that moment is her.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:09 AM UTC
His father such a difficult man.
He is sick but does not want to get better
His home a disaster but he doesn't want to turn it into a home fit for a master.
My dear xoo living in the mess is unable to turn it into his own nest.
Troubles cloud the room and
garbage piles begin to tumble,BOOM!
Arguments fade into the walls
Eight legged creatures roam the halls
Scrubbing the porcelain stained
yellow with the years
Staring at the ceiling with
puffs of childhood fears.
Wanting to leave this mess because it is not yours
But obligated to stay because this man has nothing else more.
Try to be strong my xoo this time will soon pass
I'll be here waiting too,
a tank full of
gas.
We'll go a little fast
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:07 AM UTC
I’m beginning to get that feeling
of who I want to be
it doesn’t matter what age I am
just as long as I love me.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 6:59 AM UTC
We would pass notes,
we would pass each other
I liked to make out on the boat,
he liked to cuddle
Together we studied math,
together we stood and laughed
In San Diego we took a bath,
Los Angeles was all we had
He loved me so much it hurt,
I loved him but still I’d flirt
I let him go cause I was dirt,
I let him go now I am hurt.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 6:56 AM UTC