Kelly Lutz

Kelly Lutz Jan 2011

Rambles

I once knew a man who always spoke of his relationship between himself and his god
He told many great stories, and I could never tell if he was serious or not
Because most of them were about things I had never seen or heard of before
It didn't matter much anyway if the stories were true or just stories
Because they were incredibly interesting
I once knew a woman who was a vegetarian, meaning she wouldn't eat any meat
She said it was because she wanted to help save the animals and stop animal cruelty
And I could never tell if she was really helping the world or not, seeing as I was still eating burgers for lunch
It didn't matter much anyway if she was really helping the animals
Because she looked great
I once wrote you a letter about how much you meant to me
I said you meant more than anything in the world to me, and that I loved you very much
And you never could tell if I had meant what I said, because I wasn't good at expressing my feelings
It didn't matter much anyway if I couldn't show you how much I loved you
Because you weren't going to feel the same

Kelly Lutz Jan 2011

Forget Me (not?)

Forgetful little flower
Only learned to follow
But never to follow through
With the little things
Like her dreams
He loves me, he loves me not
Was all she could think about

Kelly Lutz Jan 2011

Tired Eyes

Tired eyes
Tired of tiring
Of straining to see
What the point is anymore
Everything lost its meaning
Nothing found its purpose

Kelly Lutz Jan 2011

Sitting in a Coffee Shop 2

A cigarette hangs from her chapped lips
Nails painted **** yellow, now chipping as she clacks them on the table
Her wrist watch is broken so she has to count in her head
One onethousand
Two onethousand
Forget it
It's been about an hour now
She pretends to read a book but instead she stares at one word on the page
Patience
Her lips pucker over the cigarette and she takes a deep drag
With a disgusted sigh she exhales smoke like a dragon forfeiting a battle
One onethousand
Two onethousand
"**** patience,"
She gets up, throws the book in the trash, and leaves

Kelly Lutz Jan 2011

Red, Yellow, Blue

Red, Yellow, Blue
What to do, what to do
Me and you?
Not a clue
What to do, what to do
Learn to sew, not to sue
Let the colors change their hue
Let the sea stay everblue
What to do, what to do
Let the moon come to you
Be a pal, lend me two
Turn around, enjoy the view
What to do, what to do
Let your heart follow through
Make your dreams come true
Never tell me what to do
What to do, what to do

Kelly Lutz Dec 2010

That's not Orange Chicken..

He walks around the mall by himself
And pretends he is on the phone with somebody important
In hopes that people will find him to be an interesting person
That maybe once he gets off the phone they will come up to him
And ask him for some advice over coffee
And that they will care to hear what it is he has to say
But instead they ignore him
And he doesn't know why

She puts her hair up in a ponytail every morning
Not because she doesn't like the feeling of her hair on her shoulders
But because she wants the other girls to see she has a hickey on her neck
In hopes that they will think she is really popular
And that they will want to hang out with her to see how she gets all the guys to like her
And that they will think she is pretty
But instead they ignore her
And she doesn't know why

I never knew how to tell you this
But I always pretend to know what I talk about
In hopes that people will think better of me
That they will enjoy my company at parties
And that they will want to be around me more often
And maybe someday you could notice me
But instead you choose to ignore me
And I don't know why

Kelly Lutz Dec 2010

Winter's (in)Sanity

Once on a frigid winters day
I sat and thought of things to say
Or not to say, to stay looking sane
The snow piled up on the window pane
The look of pain on your face was so atrocious
Winters cold sting was all too ferocious
Where does one beginning end, and another begin?
Thoughts such as these will make your head spin
Your heart broke on that winters day
When I failed to think of something to say