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I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
a place i can not walk

Protecting all time that ever was
a place I can never walk within
or even holded my breath enough
to begin to explane

**** there goes my mind again
giving up the **** that is mine
but if you also have it yourself
then let it be yours.
Silly songs,
Pink dresses,
Bows to match.
Pageant after pageant,
Class after class.
Perfect hair,
Tease it big.
Painted faces,
Plastic dolls.
Dress them up,
Show them off,
Put them away.
In the end,
get a sash,
a crown,
a trophy.
Leave in tears,
sad faces,
Don't let the judges see.
Go home,
Prepare again,
new dresses,
bows to match.
Replay until you win...
There are pageants called Cinderella Pageants, I won Miss Photogenic in my division years ago. This is the best way to describe these shows... To describe the dolls that these mothers make their little girls into.
I think eyes are like
BLACK HOLES
fall in get crushed within your soul
never more to see clear
your thoughts and feelings that you have known
never more to find your way home
I give this as a warning
for I am already dead.

Woman do it now please realise
all i did was fall into your eyes
Woman
I would not hurt your soul
so please give me some place to go.
Who can claim to know me
when i know not what i be?
Born in shadows living in light
where can i find my one delight?
Lost found and lost again
hunting seeking searching for some small gain

Lone i am though surounded i be
wondering a vast hall
with many levels hidden by all

lost and afraid
alone and frayed

I know not who i am
but for all before me
what can i be?

cast aside no better than a doll
trying as i might still bound to fall

a ghost i feel
being slicker than an eel

try as i may
my all do i give
time for the heart to be bared
in hopes by all to be spared
Tooth Nerd.
What can I say?
When I look at someone,
I don't see their eyes
or their height all the time,
I see their smile.

I judge their character ,
not by the way they dress,
or talk,
But by the color of their teeth.
Yellow teeth: Bad.
Pearly whites: Good.

This system,
It doesn't always work out.
She sat at the dining room table,
reading the headlines of the news.
Wondering and wondering,
where was he tonight.
Peering out of the window,
into the darkness of night.
The moon fading in and out of the overcast,
was he seeing the same moon tonight?
No sounds were heard in the house,
except her breathing.
Everything was just quiet.
Emptiness.
Most of the days she spent waiting,
and waiting for him.
Six months gone by,
nothing yet.
Another six gone by,
as December rolls in.
She hangs the ornaments by herself that year.
The phone rings only has to ring twice,
until she answers.
"Baby, I'm coming home."
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