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One more stupid obstacle
I tried to share my soul
Tell strangers what I think
And prove you wrong

but my request was forbidden...
She passes me by,
A scent of flowers and perfume
She flashes those eyes,
As she struts across the room
And she still wonders why,
When I say,
I can't get over you
 Jul 2013 Kira Harmon
Emily Rene
They say that we choose the lifestyle we enjoy.
They say that I am sick, or that it's just a phase,
but my love for him & her is eternal,
something I shall forever crave.
They tell me who it's wrong to love.
They say it isn't right,
that I come home from her place each day,
& then kiss him throughout the night.
They say that it is God's decree.
They say that our love is wrong,
But love is something you cannot change,
so please just let us be.
Besides, you can't change me.
I hate this pain.
It always comes down like rain.
Go ahead and make up your mind it won't be the first time.
Go ahead and hate.
I promise I won't break.
Just let it be.
I know what's best for me.
I just want to be held.
Since you left me in the cold.
Take my heart.
It just had its last beat.
You let me go.
And, I thought you loved me, too?
You stuck me with a thorn.
Now, my heart is torn.
 Jul 2013 Kira Harmon
AJ
What?
 Jul 2013 Kira Harmon
AJ
I cooked amazing baby carrots today.
I honestly thought I was going to die.
This is not a joke.
They were so good that I was caught totally off guard.
I was so cared.
It made me want to run right out the front door,
And down the street,
And all the way to Boston.
You could not possibly understand.
If we could control emotions,
We would have done so already.
We'd all be steady.
 Jul 2013 Kira Harmon
Emily Rene
I have a boyfriend, you should know,
even though no one knows.
I only have this boyfriend for a day,
our dates consist of FatDaySunday.
I buy her an ice cream from BurgerKing,
not McDonalds, that tastes like DING.
I'm sorry for my words of profanity,
But I'm known to drive with insanity.
Oh, no, my ice cream is out the door,
I must turn around & get some more.
Time to start thriftshopping because we're el' cheapo,
yell out the window, maybe something like "BURRITO!"
FatDaySunday always has to come to an end,
I can't wait to see my boyfriend again.
'66
The grapes of wrath are ripe
and we're all drunk off the wine
we'd get shovels and picks and rebuild '66
but theres nowhere to go this time

They say 'stay gold' but we all grow old
with stories left untold
Ive got miles to go before i sleep
and i carry a heavy load

the ghost of Tom Joad is still trying to fight
his soul my shadow and his cause still the right
look into their eyes ma its me that you'll see
im a travelin soldier seems like the last of the breed

3rd world is our world and its second to none
like russian roulette with a loaded mag in the gun
they take their chances im just takin' my time
lonely vagabond gypsy
still walkin the line

then Atlas shrugged
and the world fell down
no one made a sound
when it hit the ground

(c) 2011 CJG
 Jul 2013 Kira Harmon
Emily Rene
Can no one see this smile I'm faking,
See how, inside, I'm constantly shaking?
There people all claim they know me so well,
Yet no one can see through my crumbling shell?

"I'm fine," I whisper, my sadness unknown,
They leave me to deal with this anguish alone.
I've hidden behind this wall most of my life,
I've managed so far, I've dealt with my strife.

Watching as, slowly, my blood leaks away,
It helps to keep life's true horrors at bay.
I pull down my sleeve to cover my hurt,
For approaching footsteps, I'm on the alert.

I guess my pretense is just all too real,
No one has to know of the pain that I feel.
The real me inside, where no one can see,
I can fool everyone else, why can't I fool me?
I often wonder if I’m placing the right bet
Maybe I should have gone the other way
I love you
I know I do
But all the same I wonder
Love is risk
Love is cruel
Love does never have to say you’re sorry
But my heart beats out a different rhythm
While I love you there is another
Did I play my cards right?
Did I win the game of chance?
Or am I a victim of love’s cruel game?
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