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Don’t ask…

I put this up on another website I’ve been blogging for called Skirt!. It’s a rap song I wrote for a guy a looooong time ago that I’ve remembered a lot lately for some reason…no idea why, or how I can remember the words to a song I wrote at 16 and never performed but forget the name of someone I met a few minutes ago. Anyway, here it is. Warning…it’s reeaaaallly bad, done that way on purpose for comic effect!

Hey you, over there
Ya know you’re looking mighty fine
With those big green eyes
And that really great behind
Ya know I’d like to date ya
Cause you’re really outta sight
And I’m tellin’ ya now,
I won’t go down without a fight
But you keep puttin’ me off
Won’t give me the time of day
And to you, boy
This is all I gotta say

(chorus)

What’s up with you
What’s goin’ on in your mind
What’s up with you
Ya know, I’d like to take the time
To get to know ya, boy
How ’bout lettin’ me inside?
So what’s up with you
Don’t make wantin’ you a crime
So what’s goin’ on in the back of your mind
I think together, we’d have a real good time
We could wine and dine, and dance ’til dawn
And mow our names into the neighbor’s lawn*
(Chorus)
Now that you know how I feel (yeah the whole world knows)
So pick the time, instead of picking your nose
What I’m tryin’ to say is, I want you bad
And I know I can’t rhyme, so cut me some slack
But ya gotta admit, this has been a little fun
And now you can thank God that I’m fine-ly done

(AAAAAARRRRGGH I hate formatting…especially when it screws up when pasting)

We never ended up performing this, which is a good thing…:)  On the part with the ‘*’, I thought having one person jut in with, “and paint the living room carpet’ completely out of tune, and the rest of us would just look at her funny and then keep going.  Silly, I know…

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My Own Effort at Self-Expression

Broken dreams
Twisted lies
Tears of pain I can’t deny

A clouded mind
A faded soul
An emptiness I can’t control

A tattered heart
Painted blue
I’m helpless Lord what can I do?

A darkened core
Filled with strife
Your shadow overtook my life

Shattered hopes
Misspent years
I wish I could hold back the tears

Wasted time
Thrown askew
I’ll never get that back from you


Untitled, written 12/98

(In my defense, I wrote this after hearing something stupid my ex said about me and listening to a lot of Alanis Morrissette.)

I thought you were so perfect
I thought that you’d be mine
How could I be so stupid?
How could I be so blind?

You made me think you wanted me
You even said you cared
I trusted you with everything
I laid my whole heart bare

But what was I to you?
Another page you turned?
As I’m left to throw my dreams away
And watch my teardrops burn?

I’ll never fall in love again
I can’t afford the pain
My heart can’t take the damage
My soul can’t bear the stain

My soul, it died the day you left
My heart, it hit the floor
But you’re still in my dreams at night
You leave me wanting more

I’ve given you my world, my honor
My dreams I dearly prize
How could I throw that all away
For something in your eyes?

But what was I to you?
Another body, another thrill?
Oh what does it matter now
It’s just my soul you killed

(Refrain)

You’ve left me here with nothing
But one lesson, drowned in tears
Because of you, I’ll never trust
But forever live in fear


Moonlight

As I walk alone in the pale moonlight
The waves licking my feet
I imagine you beside me
I dream I am complete.

I see your image in the sky
Your face among the stars
Your splendor overwhelms me
Will all else that you are.

Your voice is that of angels,
Your touch the warmest sun.
And although I’ve heard of others
You’re now my only one.

In my heart, I cherish you
More than you could ever deem.
But sadly I must walk alone
For you are just a dream.


A True Beauty

So what if I’m not
A picture-perfect lover
Who cares if I’m not
On a magazine cover

So what if I don’t
Dress the latest style
But one thing I do,
I always wear a smile

Mama always told me
Pretty is as pretty does
And beauty comes from the inside
I guess that’s good news, ’cause I’m

A true Beauty
I’m a true beauty
So what if I don’t fit a mold
A true Beauty
I’m a true beauty
‘Cause I’ve got a beautiful soul

Who cares if I don’t
Always have perfect hair
Just take a good look
And see what is there

I’ve got a good heart
I’ve got a good mind
I know who I am and
I’ve learned how to shine

Mama always told me
Pretty is as pretty does
And beauty comes from the inside
I guess that’s good news, ’cause I’m

A true Beauty
I’m a true beauty
So what if I don’t fit a mold
A true Beauty
I’m a true beauty
‘Cause I’ve got a beautiful soul

A true beauty, a true beauty
It comes from the inside
A true Beauty, a true beauty
It comes from the inside


Broken

Lonely
Living in this empty space
Lonely
For you have gone without a trace
Left me in a desparate place
Crying in disgrace

Faded
Clouded as the sky in rain
Faded
On my heart, you left a stain
I’ll forever live in pain
Driving me insane

But you don’t care, no you don’t care
Now that you’ve had your fun
And you don’t care, no you don’t care
Compassion, you have none

And now I’m Broken
Yes, I’m Broken
Just look at what you’ve done
‘Cause now I’m broken
Yes, I’m broken
And I can’t find the sun

Dying
Drowning in this lake of tears
Dying
Now your voice is all I hear
Playing on my deepest fear
This darkness drawing near

Fallen
Don’t know how much I can take
Fallen
Now that I know your love was fake
And that you’ve burned me at the stake
I feel like I could break

But you don’t care, no you don’t care
My very soul is gone
And you don’t care, no you don’t care
‘Cause in your mind you’ve won

And now I’m broken
Yes I’m broken
Just look at what you’ve done
‘Cause now I’m broken
Yes, I’m broken
And I can’t find the sun

Broken, so scattered is my heart
Broken, completely torn apart

Broken, drowning in a sea of flames
Broken, and I’ll never be the same


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