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your trophy is lost


the truth is you don’t love me…
you love being in love with somebody,
you love showing me off to your friends,
and writing songs about you & me…

You love having my face on your phone
and using me to scare your mom….
honestly I’m feeling more like a trophy,
who if you’re not careful is going to run off…

You love telling our friends from college
that you finally got the girl they all tried…
You drag me along for hours to your work,
just so that I can meet them & say ‘hi’…

And amid all your bragging,
I feel lost under your arm…
And you only want me to come out from your shadow,
To kiss me in the back of your car….

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I used to know everything…


I used to know everything
I used to be wise…
I used to find little ways
To wink & improvise…

The big stuff didn’t seems so bad
& the drama didn’t get to me
I used to understand what he meant
& how to turn it back to wanting me…

i used to feel so beautiful,
when the sunshine hit my faced
I would dance along a sidewalk,
And wave if a stranger looked my way….

And now aged beyond my years,
And feeling worn out, old, & used
I look around at what made sense then,
& I just feel so darn confused…

because if what you claim is love,
tied with strings, ‘ifs’ ‘ands’ and ‘buts’…
then honestly, sign me away…
i’m just too tired & I’m done…

I just can’t always be the bright one
I used all my energy to bring you back to life
And you say you are so in love with me,
But I’m too exhausted to bother with a lie…

& if this was who I used to be,
i would find a way to work this out,
but I’m just too tired to care,
I’m sorry, but this is over now…

 

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just walking away…


Funny how one day one wedding
can make everything change…
And for the first time & for the last time…
I’m walking away…

Don’t know if love is black or white
But I know that it ain’t shades of grey…
Never been the kind to leave a friend
but feeling used & left with no name…

Best friends, we pinkie promised
Wrote an oath & signed in pen…
Funny how with time we grow &
Wonder what’s the point of it?

We were best friends,
We were known as ‘the twins’
We grew up in each other’s homes…
Is this really going to be the end?

Cuz you grew up & are getting married
And all this drama is for one day…
You want me to give a toast but,
For the first & last time, I’m walking away

Tired of being the one you call up late,
Always talking about you & your life,
Always me waking up early or staying up late,
Feeling taken for granted & utilized…

So for the first time
And for the last time
I love you girl but I…
Am walking away….

 

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i’ve had it with bridezilla


Weddings are just one day… RIGHT?!
a few freaking fleeting perfect hours of bliss…
funny how if you do it wrong though,
you can end up destroying happiness…

friendships burned in dreaded time,
as maids battle over the bride
is this seriously how 9 years can end?
so much for true & tried….

F*** this Sh** & F** that day
fairytales aren’t real as we all know,
but feelings are forever,
and mine were just iced in snow…

For I, your maid of honor & my date,
go save yourself 2 on your headcount…
you hurt me as much as I never thought you would….
so this fairy godmother wants the f*** out.

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excuse my language. Evidently bridal duties comes down to who will buy the bride more. funny? i thought it was friendship. but some barbies can fake that well. want my story, basically go watch ‘bridesmaids’ without the happy ending part. & you’ll get it.

 
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Posted by on October 19, 2012 in Decisions, explore, life, Stories

 

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ancient woods


I am an old soul…
possibly by millions of years…
I come from an ancient world,
and carry with me ancient fears…

Fears that the waterfalls
shall soon be dried of their springs,
and that forest fires shall one day
burn the homes of wild beasts…

Hear the quite ripple,
feel the hard petrified wood,
if you want to last, as these have,
you must change as these would….

 

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Hope-stones


An empty hospital chapel
a silent piano made of fine wood,
A bronze cross with Jesus hanging,
and a simple altar and candle stood…

There, at the foot of the altar,
“hope” was written on a stone…
somehow it seemed fitting,
somehow I was no longer alone…

Here is the Alpha & the Omega,
the lover of my soul…
the nurse told me to have faith,
As i fought my tears for control…

hope rocks are for cheesy gift stores,
I always found them rather cliche,
but now as my foundation,
in my garden a “hope”-stone, i lay…

 

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Sweet peaches


Maybe tomorrow will be brighter
maybe tomorrow will be a beach…
maybe when I tell someone I’m peachy,
I will really feel sweet as a peach…

but you know what, i think…
i think life is just rough…
it’s either one thing or another,
but in the end, I’ll end up tough…

I’ll be stronger & wiser
& I’ll have compassion in ways
that right now, i can’t see…
but I look forward to those days…

And in the mean time,
while i’m struggling with what’s at hand…
I try to find a laugh a day,
and shrug whenever I don’t understand…

Oh cuz life’s not about waiting out the storm…
it’s about learning to dance in the rain…
& it’s not about always doing tricks in perfect form…
it’s about loving each other through the pain….

 

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