I was made a villain,
in the middle of the night,
while conversations flew,
like shooting stars.
Oh, it was out of line.
Oh, it caught me by surprise.
That you took those words
as an insult on my behalf.
What a mess it is,
when the air is filled with
“I know exactly what I heard”
And there’s not any going back.
I was made the villain,
in the middle of the night,
while conversations flew,
with no intention to harm.
Blog your heart out. Posting poems, quotes, stories and general ramblings. A say as you feel blog. This is where I unwind.
December 29, 2010
December 27, 2010
a winter night
"My room is like a bit of June, warm and close-curtained fold on fold, but somewhere, like a homeless child, my heart is crying in the cold."
-Sarah Teasdale
December 22, 2010
not ready
No, I'm not ready to be left behind. You took all your stuff, began making it on your own and you never even left a note. Now I stand alone, in between these empty walls of sorrow, regrets, and should have dones. No, I'm not ready to be left behind. No, I'm not ready to be left without a goodbye.
December 17, 2010
face the world
I did good, yeah I made it. Four years and now it's done. Graduation, here we go. We were still kids in the beggining and now all of a sudden a change in title and it is as we're women and men, ready to face the world. Our roads are still unknown but the sure thing is we won't be back in the fall.
December 13, 2010
the love life we want
December 11, 2010
promise me you'll move on
I'm going away,
my heart is in the wrong place.
Though I love you,
I can't stay.
I fear for your heart and your soul.
I’m not sure if you’re strong.
Promise me you'll survive.
That you won't give up,
no matter what happens,
no matter how hopeless.
Promise me you’ll move on.
That you'll look up,
no matter the heartbreak,
no matter the storm.
Though I love you,
I can’t stay.
This is what’s best.
Promise me you’ll move on.
my mind is my passport
My mind is my passport.
A story, a picture,
will take me on a ride.
I’ll be here,
but my mind is around.
Wonder if this has anything to do
with never doing things on time.
Maybe someday I'll go.
As for now, my mind is the way to go.
A story, a picture,
will take me on a ride.
I’ll be here,
but my mind is around.
Wonder if this has anything to do
with never doing things on time.
Maybe someday I'll go.
As for now, my mind is the way to go.
December 8, 2010
the poem generator
Why does the lover run?
Why does the heart stop?
Love, desolation, and faith.
Why does the heart stop?
Love, desolation, and faith.
December 7, 2010
the caged bird
-Maya Angelou"The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom."
the runner-up
You cross the finish line as the runner-up, what a shame. You feel like a loser, because the first place is the one who gets the gold trophy. No problem, you'll get the consolation prize. Don't most of us get that? We don't get the gold, but a thank you for participating prize.
graduation time
Turning calendar pages,
not many to go through.
Anxiety attack, that’s for sure.
Not only a year already went by,
but my student days will be left behind.
Now it’s a different lesson,
no more grading on a card.
not many to go through.
Anxiety attack, that’s for sure.
Not only a year already went by,
but my student days will be left behind.
Now it’s a different lesson,
no more grading on a card.
December 4, 2010
looking for company
People get tired of being lonely,
tired of waking up alone.
Getting urges controlled on their own.
So they look around,
grab whoever walks by and settle.
And this we call company.
tired of waking up alone.
Getting urges controlled on their own.
So they look around,
grab whoever walks by and settle.
And this we call company.
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