Don't give yourself to me It's hard enough to own myself Don't set aside Your precious time For a maybe Don't tell your friends I'm your girl It's unreliable Unfortunately for you I am not pliable
I thought By writing poetry I'd be using words like iridescent Or inevitability But I'm just a blue collar girl So I use glow Or surely To portray the same words Less glamorously
Using all of those tired lines "I am besotted with Your beautiful eyes" It echoes in my ear It's all too clear You're not being sincere You're repeating some old line You think I want to hear
I'll write another poem for you Really, that's all I can do You are far, too far away And that is where you're gonna stay Maybe we will meet someday If things go perfectly my way But until that day I'll still have my say Though you won't hear it, anyway
We're all just hoping to tingle some souls Jingle some booties And hit a few goals Get through life with bowel controls And avoid tarnishing our souls Do tingles tarnish?
In my imagination You like all the right music You love to play pinball and pool You're more concerned with doing the right thing Than being thought for a fool You'll always be ready For what the day comes With an adventurous flair All I know is wherever you are I sure can't wait to get there
I can't tell if you're a beleiver Or if you really wish you could But your excitement Is not infectious It is disturbing With your wide-eyed Very vocal blindness Refusing to notice holes and flaws That I know you've surely seen You may not be insane But you're somewhere in between.
I go by your profile Every once in a while See the play You want to portray It's always so "you" Everything that you do Rehearsed in every way One time you cried for our cameras And you couldn't produce a whole tear And I felt, at that moment Watching you That you were empty, my dear I wish that I could fill you up Bring back your emotions again I'm not sure where they went But it might take more than a friend I suppose you would say you're happy And things are good enough But just cuz you got it better than most Doesn't mean things don't get rough
I might be too happy For poetry Bemoaning the past Just isn't for me I don't happen to have a tortured soul With demons hiding about I laugh and cackle Like a witch with no cares And scare all those demons out
I wrote two poems One by accident And one through toil One rolled out of me Free And easy The other Much like this Was nothing but a chore That was the one I really worked for You'd think I'd be prouder of it Than the one that flowed easily But something about the power of pen and muse Feels miraculous to me
You wanted to pretend he would love you forever When you knew it could never be You blame him, now, because he couldn't live up to the fantasy You knew you shouldn't beleive You tell all his secrets In and out the sheets Hating him for ending Something that could never be
I am not the type to build up your ego With false praise and compliments I don't go out of my way To accomodate Your issues or irrational concerns I won't play mind games Or accept them from you It seems that's what you are used to You hesitate before you speak Judging what you'll say And I can't help but think Liars do it that way But also Maybe It could be You're used to being inauthentic Because you needed to be I suppose in time I'll see
Your imaginary arms Wrap around me I feel you there Always What you would say What you would think I adjust accordingly And try to live up As I imagine you'd want me to be
You are like a window pain All fogged up and wet from rain You like to think you are see through But you're hidden behind That foggy view You are not so crystal clear You distort it all My dear Vapors clogging up the sight Can't see between What's wrong or right
We could all be popular poets I suppose If we could just figure out How to create prose That doesn't offend, pretend Or make peoples' tempers explode But what's the point of juvenile Hearts and curly Qs You're not saying anything worthwhile If you're not stepping on some shoes
Do you hear the footsteps pounding Through the shopping malls? Those stomping people should have more respect For the sanctity of Our new hallowed halls Worship of things And the cheap fast food courts Teens milling about In their daisy duke shorts And nana sits and wonders why Grampa always has something to buy
You've never been much of a parent to me Maybe it's too much to ask Yet lots of people do it for free A truly thankless task Until you get old And can't care for yourself It will happen to you, too And when it does Please don't expect that I'll be a parent to you
You're the spider always building your web The day of the big rain The athlete who can't distinguish Between discomfort and pain The pizza delivery guy Whose car is the only thing He can afford to buy You self-sabotage so endlessly That we can't help but think You do it purposefully
You're a ladder without rungs A bagpipe player with no lungs You're a car that's lacking brakes An actor who needs fifty takes Hot cocoa on a summer day When ice cream was the better play You're the guy who's always late You like to make others wait I suppose maybe some will Those who have a void to fill
"I see the stars in your eyes" That's what you said to me I just can't be impressed With your uncreativity I get you want to toss a line Since we are far from shore But I can't help but figure You've used that line before
We all want to be profound Reveal some hidden common ground Search for it through words and prose Strive to touch both nuns and hoes That's why they keep poets around Displayers of the common ground Right before we tear it down And build a tunnel underground Or a bridge, maybe The problem with poets You see Universally known
Maybe you're a wizard at self-promotion Or you think you are I can't tell how others view you But they can't help but attend to YOU There YOU are YOU With yet another irrelevant Comment Pushing the product of you You pushing you You have no crew To speak of We must assume But you are a wizard The legends have all sold some crap Of wise and kind, endearing chap That's the presumption They're employing But common sense tells me Wizards are annoying
Sometimes it's simply a lack of choice No one has a different voice I'm heading somewhere And forget my destination Halfway before I get there I take a brain vacation But it doesn't matter No turns off this zig zag road Return on some unplanned day Think maybe I'll go that way And I wish I had some squash For dinner Sometimes it's simply lack of choice
Sometimes I do it Fall for the hype Acting like something is just my type Not because I want it to be But because I think "That could be me," But take a step back And then I can see It's something I'd never want to be
You say you're apathetic Yet you stress every detail You say he's not your type Yet you stalk him without fail You say you're hard at work When you're no where near dirt And according to you You always win And you wonder why No one wants to play again When you know **** well You cheat to win
You are like a lemon drop Make me pucker But like a sucker I just can't seem to stop It's the tingly way you make me feel Your confidence and grace You'd be absolutely perfect If you weren't so **** two-faced One set of friends Think you're a brain With others you play dumb When you hang out with little kids I'll bet you **** your thumb
He started off just like a dream Perfect guy, now on my team Smart and funny Cute and sweet Well-hung, too Lots of meat Perfect really Just my type But it was all just blatant hype He had an issue with jealousy That at first I didn't see But his insecurity Forced me to live in misery For about a week or two Pretty quickly we were through Yet now I sit and miss the guy He pretended to be If only I was willing To believe a fantasy
It is selfish Really That you want to be The only thing he cares about You think you've gained something By taking everything Away from him Silly girl trying to play A game you can never win
My mind is always brought to you Something you would say Or something you'd do Take me to the days When I did them with you How could you be So fun and sweet Which makes it such a crime That you lie all the time
If trees screamed out in agony Do you think we'd cut them down? Maybe just more quickly But we'd probably just Start ripping them up Right straight from the ground. Until they could no longer Make a sound Before we proceed To chop the trees Piece by piece I's before E's Convenience and ease Meets unbridled greed
When it comes to me There seems to be No middle ground Instead of reacting indifferently People either love me Or can't stand having me around I try to be Less vocally But I just seem to make too much sound
Wholly Divided With a pretense that it's about race Which maybe it is But that's just noise on the surface It's about frustration With self and position A feeling of imposition With no recognition Lots of friction But suffered in silence Because talk may bring violence And none of it makes any sense Until twenty years from today When people will say "Ah, I was part of those days," And half will have lied To portray They supported the opposite side
I have shared many poems on here And then I got kicked out It's been more than the required time And my unshared poems all shout "Please let us out Express us forth!" So I come here Begging for recourse