Cinders - 4/22/09
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Who I Really Am - 5/6/09 |
Ashes to ashes; dust to dust
This fiery burn; Is it love? Is it lust? Hot, heavy kisses; a soft, searing touch Feverish whispers; a smouldering clutch The flame in her eyes; two embers ablaze The beat of his heart; both lost in a haze Two hands intertwined; enchanting enamor A bed of red coals; simmering ardour Glittering cinders; a pallid glow Emotion discovered; new feelings unknown Starts with a look; turns to a touch Forming a kiss; and ending as such Ashes to ashes; dust to dust this fiery burn Must be love It can't be lust |
What do you see, when you look at me?
Do you see a girl who’s happy-go-lucky? Someone who’ll laugh, at every little thing Someone who’ll color, and play, and sing? Now, listen here, lemme set you straight That’s not really me, at least not as of late With every little joke, while perverted and unclear There’s a sadness held inside, and a wiped away tear I try to brush things off, and I’ll take challenges in stride But with every stupid comment, I’m dying on the inside I hide behind my glasses, swallowed in my clothes I won’t talk to people, don’t wanna get too close Even when I do, it’s broken and unclear My words jumbled… Oft mumbled.. So you can’t even hear Standing in the silence, stoic and unseen I’m not a happy person, not as happy as I seem True, I’ll fight for those I love Strike the hammer; pull the glove Pity? Hun, I don’t need it Save it for someone who does Like the cat or dog who’ll wait and sit In their cages, without homes, barely on their paws Optimism? Bah… A pessimist I remain Convince me all you want, things’ll stay the same Speaking of which, this poem’s a bitch And depressing anyway Sorry if I caused you Displeasure with this read I’ll wrap it up, it’s time to go With that, I take my leave |