More crap. You better get used to it, reader.
You haunt my life in the day,
You don't even hear
What I have to say.
You're just around,
Like a stranger to me;
It's like I'm tied, to the ground,
And I can't even flee.
You touch me in my dreams,
Every night, every moment,
But you can't hear my screams,
Or feel my pain, my torment.
Why do we have to meet
Every single morning?
I'm there, next seat --
You see through me,
I'm not even there;
Oh, why can't you see --
My heart's in my eyes, laid bare?
You touch me in my dreams,
All my dreams, all night,
But you can never hear my screams,
Or understand, or know me right.
You are really close to me
In terms of distance,
As close as you can be
I can feel your breath
On my cold, cold face,
But my heart dies a death,
No warmth in your cool gaze.
Oh, you touch me in my dreams,
In the moonlight, in the darkness,
But you can't ever hear my screams --
You'll never even begin to guess.
Hey, I'm willing to write crap to come out of this writer's block I've got.
Funny, people like me,
Spending all their youth
To save only money.
Taking no time to soothe
Their burning needs.
Working away, all day,
Partying, getting drunk
Once they're done.
Their world's small, shrunk,
Lots of work, little fun.
An obsession with perfection,
Unattainable, unrealistic,
Stains all their efforts.
Getting stressed, weak, sick,
Yet diving into it all, head first.
Looking only for picking
Up the ripest, plumpest berries;
If you look only for goldmines,
You'll have time only for worries,
And bugs and strict deadlines.
Important things take a back seat;
So what of little pleasures,
Like being one of good health,
And being happy, for good measure?
There's more to amass than just wealth!
I need a man who --
Won't laugh at my pathetic jokes
That I make on myself,
Before someone else pokes
Fun at me.
I need a man who --
Won't believe my false smile,
Looking at just a show of teeth --
He'd care to look into my eyes
To find the tears beneath.
I need a man who --
Won't laugh
At me,
Or even cough,
When others tease;
He'll be the one
Who sees
I'm not enjoying the joke;
I need a man who --
Won't even smile
At others,
All the while
They tease me;
He's the one
Who'll not be
Just another dumb bloke.
Don't know why, but I kind of like this rhyme. Maybe because it's all true. :)
I tell myself, don't wake up,
Don't open your eyes, don't think -
If you think, you remember;
And splat! There you go, you sink
Into memories you don't want
Incidents that shouldn't have happened
When you put your foot in your mouth
Moments that are, in your memory, emblazoned.
You were so good at it, damn you
It was a very familiar, well known routine,
Open your big mouth, insert your foot
Oh, feet don't make the best dish in any cuisine.
People you don't want to face
In all your life, ever again, forever more,
People who think you're bad, mad,
Evil, dumb, stupid, odd, strange and a bore.
That's it for now. I'm too bored to continue this further.
Some rhyming, not punctuated crap. Never mind.
It's up to you to decide
Who you want at your bedside
For when you wake up
Your life could be all fucked up
But you don't want that at all,
It is, after all, your call
It could be three angry bears
[Hey, but you stole their bed!]
Or it could be the big bad Wolf,
Dressed up like Grandma and waiting to be fed
Could be the girl with long, long hair
Living up above in the tower
The teeny weeny thumb girl, fair,
Needing a teeny weeny guy to care for her
How about the ice maiden who'd freeze you
With just a single careless glance
Or the beautiful girl with her glass slipper
Who got her one good chance
So it's up to you to decide
Who you want next to you on your bed,
And in your life, as your wife
Could be the princess or the witch
Could be the angel or the bitch
I still can't understand what I'm trying to say here. All I know is that I sound pretty depressed.
I lie there, dying,
Waiting for you.
The tears are drying,
I've stopped crying, too.
Come, breathe a kiss
On my cold, cold lips,
On my numb fingertips.
Come, breathe some life
Into my little dead heart.
The brittle, broken smile
Curving my stiff mouth
That hasn't smiled for a while
Isn't real, isn't true,
Isn't happy, isn't for you.
If you need me really,
You know what to do --
How to reach me.
My life is slipping away,
Little by little everyday.
The colors become gray --
I've got so much more to say.
Do you know how it hurts
Being so close to you
And yet without you?
My laughter's unreal, hollow,
My joy, short-lived, shallow.
Hold my hand, kindle the flame,
Somehow it just doesn't feel the same.
No, I don't blame you,
And the mistake's not mine,
It's just not our fault
That we don't belong anymore.
Oh, I love you too,
Things are all just fine.
But I still want
Exactly what we had before.
This is still a dead girl writing,
Come, breathe some life into her.
Try nibbling, kissing, biting,
Make her writhe, moan, shiver.
Only if you can.
Only if you think you ever can.
