School's out!

School's out. FINALLY!!!!! And I just got through four days completely full of stuff. I thought wasn't going to be busy until I left for my family reunion. Yeah, got that right (whatever). Well, so far my summer's been awesome. Two dances, a senior party, a musical, a crap load of babysitting (don't we all love that?), and a chance to write more and take tons of pictures! YAY! But I'm going to finish this in a mellow tone. Who's up for poetry? Rhetorical question, please no one make any comments on whether you really care for it or not. I, for one, do care. I've been writing a lot lately, so I thought I'd give you guys a look at my 'sensitive' side.

Prelude in Third

Yes. She heard them.
The wind chimes.
Ting…ching…ta-ching ching…chingle ting…ta-ling chingle….
Eyes closed, lips smiling.
Listening.
Yearning for the wind to bow on the grass.
Waiting for the mellow sunlight to spin
And whisper on the glass and the dew.
She was just listening;
Listening with her mind,
Her ears, her heart.
She was listening for the music.
Oh! It was there!
The brook was trickling somewhere to her left,
Standing as the moving melody.
Plittle plittle ching! Cha-ching plittle-little ting! Lickle-ling pling ching!
The musical laugh sang,
Giggling at the beauty of the dawn,
Chuckling at the mist as the air floated serenely.
Somewhere a bird descanted in rapture,
And another creature trumpeted its waking.
She felt the earth thrumming like
A deep, soft bass, smooth and calm.
They all moved together in time,
As she moved her hands in each direction,
Guiding the song of the morning.
Nature was her symphony and music was her purpose.
It was the only thing that let her mind rest
From everything else.
The feelings were too misunderstood
To describe it correctly.
All she felt was music.
Music.
Song.
Dance.




Sidewalk song:

Some treat life like a cash crop
I’m still kinda growing
The tailor stole the farmer’s wife
Both men keep on sewing/sowing
If you meet me along the creek
I bet we’ll catch some fish to eat
Unless Spring steals my bait
They make pipes from bamboo in Babylon




Night song:

Time gave me the slip again
He’s running out on me again
I should sleep, but wasn’t it
Just morning a minute ago?
Sometimes my thoughts talk too loud
I swear it’s never silent
Even when the stars poke their way
Through the blanket of indigo
If you could hold me like an angel
Protect me with your heart
I’ll give you mine for safe keeping
Through the hours plagued with dark
I will hold your heart as well
Keep it warm and tight
If only we could lay that way
Together for just one night




Confusion

I don’t understand
The world tells you to take
And then give at the same time
You know you would give something more, something better
If they only would give you a little more, something just a little better
They don’t give you a break
And yet you come out broken
Ask you to catch others
When you’ve already fallen
Deal me a diamond, a heart, club, or spade
And I’ll go out and dig my own grave
You can’t ever mend enough hearts
To pay for all the ones you’ve broken
The Heimlich has never worked
For someone who’s really choking
Don’t tell me I’m a fool
I’ll ask you if you’re not
We’re not under one rule
The argument changes when it’s hot
I’ll cry for maybe seconds
And then I’ll sock you in the face
You’re gonna tell me it hurts
Well, then I rest my case
We’ve all been criminals once
Do you see us all in jail?
Your life is only crap
When that’s how you write your tale
Look who’s talking about peace
When you started this whole war
The happiest people
Are open to get hurt more
You only say you love me
When you’re getting really angry
Can’t you just admit you hate me
Just to save the breath you’re wasting
How did the apology go?
It didn’t sound quite right
It went ‘I’m sorry, I was wrong
But here’s where you went wrong,’
I know it’s not your fault that
None of these things make sense
It just makes me sad to think
That it’s all at our expense




Who am I?

The ID I have is stolen
Imagination let me have it
But it’s still wrong to keep it
Because I’m not myself
I’m just borrowed
I just keep thinking I have ears
For every problem that I whine for
But there’s just those two on my head
Trying to shut out the noise
Don’t mind me, I drugged with music
That no one else even likes
It was prescribed by this sign
That I saw leaning on dirt for support
And that same day I threw the cards
To cut the house down
I used it to build a tree in my backyard
So maybe I could go way back in time
And learn how to restart
Today I sit here humming
Every wrong note that I know
I hope it’s loud enough
For this cruel, fat world to hear
I’ve been deafened because silence is too loud
Even the night is too bright for me
When all the lights have gone out.




The Turmoil of the Unknown

Questions.
Lots of Questions.
But no Answers.
In my Head,
Thoughts keep Buzzing,
Always.

See.
I see Him
Look at Me.
I don’t Know
What he Sees.
Face?

Want.
Want to Know
If he Sees
Who I Am
Not my Face
Wish.

Dream.
Hope he Dreams
Like I Dream.
Dream of Him.
Him and Me.
Love.

Heart.
Have a Heart.
I want His.
Want his Heart
For my Own.
Beat.





I Want To Be Human

I feel unreal
Like I don’t belong, like I’m different
I wish I could feel
‘Cuz I don’t understand, do you think I should?
Apart from everything
Where I can’t say anything
The language is too hard for me
With pressure pressing hard on me
If I had one wish, I’d say:

I wanna be human
So everyone can understand where I’m coming from
I wanna be human
Where my feelings are so strong
I wanna be seen
As a human being
Instead of feeling alien

Is this a heart?
Is it beating? How can you tell?
Are these hands?
Look what they’ve done without even thinking
Feeling all those eyes on me
Staring at my invisibility
Who’s this creature that’s supposed to be me?
I don’t want anyone to see
The invalid who keeps on saying:

I wanna be human
So everyone can understand where I’m coming from
I wanna be human
Where my feelings are so strong
I wanna be seen
As a human being
Instead of feeling alien

I’ve never felt love before
I’ve never been hated more
I ask for what I don’t deserve
And yet somehow I find the nerve
To come right out and say
Please save my soul today



King of Hearts

He’s a master.
What can I say?
It’s been a long time
Since he stole my heart away.
I almost forgot how to think
Or even how to feel
He got me all confused
On which love of mine is real.

Did those eyes say
What I thought they said?
Did they say ‘I want you’
Or ‘I want you dead’?
No words ever left his mouth,
The silence said enough.
But it just seems all too dreamy
Why are choices made so tough?

There was only one road block
That kept getting in the way.
That’s why I felt uneasy
When he looked at me that way.
If he’s going to have girl
Trail along at his side
Then why should he make me feel
Like he has something to hide?

Red roses are so pretty
But their already opened.
I’m waiting for that special one
For anything to happen.
This guy’s been asking for it
But he seems too suspicious.
Yet I can’t help but keep thinking
That he must be delicious.

I’m not the only one;
I’ve heard dozens of others say
That one twinkle of the eyes
Will make any girl pray,
‘If only he were mine,
Then I’d be quite the angel.”
Except he’s not mine—
At least I can’t tell.

It’d be nice if he was.
He’d probably be great.
It would be either that
Or he’s something I’d hate.
I guess it’s all a gamble
And he has all the cards.
Didn’t I tell you?
He’s the king of hearts.