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Molly Pendleton Aug 2011
Often time’s girls will be flocked around me; bubbly and bright
Babbling on about whatever ‘adorable’ antics
The various boys they’ve been stringing along
Have cooked up to impress them

And I just think to myself
(Silently)

About how half baked these dates and plans are
The pathetic plans to go to ****** little fast food joints
Every other idiot hormonal teenage boy
In the midst of wooing with his current consumer

And I just think to myself
(Silently)

That oh my stars, I could do so much better
If it weren’t for the blind eyes of these lovely girls
I could be a chef of a million stars
Compared to the pitiable plans they’ve been spoon fed for oh so long
Molly Pendleton Aug 2011
Is it strange for me to say
That with the passing of
Yet another year
I’m most certainly young but I feel
Old?

So much as occurred since passing
That simple little thirteen
Quite literally
Cancer, Sexuality, Grades
But also figuratively I suppose

Even in youth it seems
That I bear so many more scars and wrinkles
And so much more knowledge
Than my peers
It’s as if I’ll need a walker soon
Short and simple. Just looking for an outlet before I continue my day. Hope you enjoyed.
Molly Pendleton Aug 2011
Point, Whisper, Laugh
Judge her; that girl there
The fool on the leash of
The cruelest but
Most beautiful girls

Point, Whisper, Laugh
Judge her; that girl there
As she stumbles, head over heels
To try and please
The cruelest but
Most beautiful girls

Point, Whisper, Laugh
Judge her; that girl there
As she falls for yet another gorgeous woman
Who's only going to take advantage of her naïve demeanor
The cruelest but
Most beautiful girls

Point, Whisper, Laugh
Judge her; that girl there
It’s never going to stop, this pattern
She has grooves on her neck from the leashes of
The cruelest but
Most beautiful girls

She’ll never learn will she?
Molly Pendleton Aug 2011
Really? You’re trying to write poetry about how
A girl broke your heart?

I thought you could at least try
Not to be so stereotypical

But I suppose even the wisest of the fools
Such as yourself have flaws as well

Yours is your heart of gold
Molly Pendleton Aug 2011
Who am I even trying to fool anymore?
I’m just waiting for someone to call me out

Someone to see the absolute absurdity
Of everything I’ve been trying to be

I’m such an idiot; as if anyone could ever like me
Or anything I tried to fake being
Molly Pendleton Aug 2011
Tap tap tap

The sound of nails
Rhythmically striking wood

Tap tap tap

To the quickened beat
Of nervous and fluttery heart

Tap tap tap

As you’re completely at the mercy of
Those uncontrollable urges and worries

Tap tap tap

As you wait; ever infatuated
For the girl that makes you squirm
Molly Pendleton Aug 2011
How long am I going to spend?

Pressed against the wall breathlessly
Waiting for my Prince Charming

Before I manage to plow through

This thick headed ignorance and
Realize that I was never the princess

Somewhere a beautiful girl is waiting for me

To come parading in on a stallion
And sweep her off her feet
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