Elizabeth P

Elizabeth P Mar 2014

Somedays I read back on my poetry
And wonder: Is that really me?
My poetry came out great
I realize with glee

When you write
You're so unsure
What you want to say

Then you go back
And read it again
It's not half bad
You realize with a grin

So no matter your topic of write
Say what you wish to say
Because you'll read back
And come away
With a bit of wonder in your heart
And a smile on your face

Elizabeth P Mar 2014

Truth Be Told

Truth be told...
I'm not pretty
And I live in the city
I have never really been loved
Nor had a beloved
I guess I'm smart
But I **** at art
That's all I am, I guess

Truth be told...
I must confess
That I feel full of unrest
Wanting more than I can have
I want to travel the world
And see the sites
But knowing I can't bites
I have a friend far away
That I'd like to pay a visit to someday

Truth be told...
I'm not special
Just simple and plain
Dull I am
But adventure I seek

Elizabeth P Mar 2014

The Genius vs. The Madman

The Genius
Philosophizing the universe
One who thinks of quadratic theories of space and time
On his free time
The one who thinks of beautiful poetry
To a delightful muse

The Madman
Inventing ways he can put math to his cause
Always thinking of things to invent
Ideas- a storm of them
Intelligence- enormously, yes
Standing behind a corner
Stalking his love

I ask you:
Is there much difference between madmen and geniuses? Aren't they the same?

Elizabeth P Mar 2014

Rainy Days

Rain falls quietly outside
The windows up
As I sit beside my window
With my coffee cup
Filled with hot chocolate

Creamy and smooth
The warm happiness runs down my throat
Soothing my week's worries
And I sing a whole note
Of sweetness

The dimmed light of the sun
Mirrors my attitude
And I think of my loved one
And speak of my gratitude
That ended up with someone so great

I have nothing to do
These days are the best
These days help me get through
All the rest
Rainy days rule

Elizabeth P Mar 2014

My Dream Guy

My dream guy
Isn't buff
Nor perfect

My dream guy
Can be a little scrawny
And be perfectly unperfect

My dream guy
Can be a little weird
I won't mind

My dream guy
Can be a little broken
I am too
We can help fix each other

My dream guy
Can be uniquely handsome
I like 'em that way anyway

My dream guy...

Is that too much to ask for?
Do those kinds of guys exist? I'm questioning their existence.
I hope one comes soon and is actually in my area, 'cause I'm getting tired of waiting.

Elizabeth P Mar 2014

Untitled

Why do we dream of things
We cannot have?
For some it may be
The cute girl in the corner of the class
For others
The new Dodge Charger HEMI-V8
For more
It may be the bad boy that has never spoken to you
For less,
A new Xbox
But at some point or another
Everyone dreams of something
They cannot have

Do we dream
To keep hope
To remember why?

All I know is that dreaming is so pleasant
Yet so torturous
It being so close
But *so far away

Elizabeth P Mar 2014

Think of Me

When you feel lower
Than the bottom of the barrel
Hopeless and lost
Think of me

When the rain
Can't keep down
Your soaring spirits
Think of me

Use me as your anchor
To keep you from wandering astray
Cry on my shoulder
If you need to anyway
Think of me

Think of me
My pride for you
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To make you feel
Just a little bit better
Our love is stronger than this disease
Of self-deprecation and need
Lean on me
Think of me

Just don't slip away
Or break yourself beyond repair
Because I too will be broken beyond repair
And I know you don't want to see that
Even from Heaven.