Sticks, Stones, Broken Bones.
Words aren't supposed to hurt us.
We are so naive.

Time ticks today, as it did last Tuesday.
Tick, Tock, Chime.
Flying by and I don't know why.
Tick, Tock, Chime.
Boredom comes out to play.
Tick, Tock, Chime.
Time is forever here to stay.

The chills received
From a brushing of lips,
Painting a masterpiece only the artists understand;
From a caress of the cheek,
Causing goose-flesh to creep along limbs.
The enlightenment found
In an impenetrable embrace,
Strong branches of a body
Encasing another's waist.
The desire felt when
The closeness is not close enough;
The lover is too far away,
But the closeness is forbidden,
For that lover is a phantom.
A shadow of a dream.
The half empty space, a void,
As no one wishes to fill it;
As no one wishes to accompany me.

There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long.
"I know that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong."
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend,
Or wise man could decide
Whats right for you- just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.

~Shel Silverstein

I can't do it.
The pounding in my head
As I try to think
Is unbearable.
wdors jbmule
Making it impossible to continue.
The words i try to put onto my page
Stay on my tongue,
fighting to stay together
As they slip.
I hate Writers Block.

No, I don't want a fairy tale.
No, I don't want a Prince Charming,
nor a Princess to confess my love for.
No, I don't want a beautiful wedding
in the woods or near a stream.
No, I don't want my career to make me rich.
No, I don't want my lover to kiss me until I faint.
No, I don't want my children to run and play,
making the best experience out of life.
No, I don't want my daughter to grow and meet her Prince.
No, I don't want my son to find his Princess,
get on his knees and give her a silver ring with the purest of gems.
No, I don't want to die happy, with my grandchildren surrounding my bed.

Let me tell you something.
Let me teach you a lesson.
Let me talk to you,
through this poem,
in a Sarcastic tone.

Duh...