Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Link generated poem

My Love

Your skin glows like the watermelon, blossoms die as the sunflower in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great cockatoo wing.
I am comforted by your panty that I carry into the twilight of jazminebeams and hold next to my hand.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of glue.
As my butt falls from my boxers, it reminds me of your felix.
In the quiet, I listen for the last white noise of the day.
My heated arm leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret you so that we may thinking as one, arm to arm, in search of the magnificient white and mystical me of love.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

What I hate about love...

I hate when you lie
I hate when you breathe with out me
I hate when you say goodbye
I hate when you live with out me

I hate when you have secrets
I hate when you plan with out me
I hate when your silent cause that's when I hear crickets
I hate when you go out with out me

I hate when you look at the time
I hate when you rush to leave
I hate when your kisses are bitter like lime
I hate when you ignore me, what a pet peeve!

I hate that you don't even know about this poem
I hate that you could care less about where this goes
I hate this so much, I've even moved to Rome
I hate how we've died to each other like a rose

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Group 1; Option 1; Inadequate objects

How can I slam you as if you were unbreakable
The fact that you are necessary because you save lives
How can I really believe you are replaceable
The  fact that were closer than husbands and wives

How can I take you for granted
Knowing how expensive you are
How can I not know what you wanted
I drive with you by my side now that's bizarre

How can I not appreciate you
You make sure no one ejects out of my car
There is always one me and more of you
The confidence I feel when you take the scar

 

Saturday, October 30, 2010

The born

My beautiful child your smile is so bright
Holding you in my arms as you look down at me
You won't fear anything as long as you are in my sight
Feel free to smile and laugh endlessly

My beautiful child it's you who I love
Hearing you giggle as I bring you close
I know one day you will fly like a dove
Glad you're mine cause you cure me like a dose

My beautiful baby only you can receive all of my affection
Forgetting all of the differences that I once had
As you get older you will only get more attention
I'll always be there for you specially when you're sad

Unlike my mother who left me alone in the dark
I will make sure you have all of me
As I see you laugh while running in the park
I smile because you were always meant for me

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Option #2

I'm sitting in history class when in comes a girl who I always see with a boy (who I assume are dating or a couple). A few moments later in comes in the boy and I remember that the girl had an expression of anger on her face and so did he when he came in. They both normally sit in the back of the class and so I saw him join her but then hear her yell at him, asking "Where were you?!?" he replies; "I was where we agreed on" she replies; "No you weren't! Who were you with?! You was with that girl right?! him; NO I WASN'T! They went back and forth and their volume was getting louder and louder as they are still disagreeing the professor obviously notices and decides to verbally break it up by asking; "Hey what's going on back there?? Hey! Hey! Enough! Stop it! You're in class now discuss what ever it is after class!" I can only imagine what was going through that girl's mind; First, if she is at the spot they normally wait for each other and he is not there and if she already has trust issues with in regards to another girl than that is probably what was going through her mind in that moment... she was probably heated and felt as if her blood was boiling while the seconds became minutes. I guess she was hoping he was either not able to make it to class or something that avoided his attendance anything but getting no answer as to why he couldn't make it because there was no reason as to why he couldn't make since they meet every other day with out a problem. Well, as she sees him entering the room she expects to hear an explanation that would obviously satisfy her thirst and avoid an argument but an "I was there" just didn't happen to be enough. So, as the words roll out of his mouth its hitting her that he may be lying and that he probably was with "her". This girl is sooo furious I can tell she is only getting more upset and saying to herself what a liar and cynical guy he really is. Ignoring that they are in class and that the professor together with the class are able to hear them and assume what is going on still doesn't stop them from fighting back and forth. She feels so upset that she wishes she can just choke him! Unfortunately, they are in class and this matter will have to wait and until then... she will brewing more things to say to him.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Dream Poem

I know you might find it to be a nightmare
Were suppose to be mother and daughter
But how come I don't feel rare?
In my dreams my grandmother was my mother

Like in real life
You made it clear that I was not the important one
Being a mother didn't mean as much as being a wife
Every time a new man was in the picture you swore he was the one

Did it ever occur to you that I had feelings?
Even though we were never close
Every word you said and meant had meanings
You killed every part of me like an overdose

I would always wish for a better ending
But it didn't matter to you I was just another kid
All I wanted was a little of your time now its you who wants to mend things
How come now I feel the way you did?

Thinking I would never be like you
Sometimes I just have no choice but to thank only you
Now all I can do is compare myself to you

Then I wake up and thank my real mother who has been my grandmother
Because she will always be the chosen one to accept me unlike you, "mother".