Go Go Go

"Hey, I'm on my way"
you say,
you're coming my way.
I don't know what to say,
Does my hair look okay?

We venture to the booth,
and boy are you smooth!

To the park we go,
lets put on a show.
We are moving too slow.
Let's go go go!

The ladies walk by
staring at the sky
Go on! Hurry up! Goodbye!

I watch them walk down the path
I begin to do the math.

You kissed me, you kissed me!
Oh finally,
How long have I been waiting to be happy?

You stroke my hair,
My feelings flare,
love is in the air.

I hope we can do it again,
never stopped by those men.
Let's do it again.

Cross

Left, right, left, right, left, cross
Left, right, left, right, left, cross
over and over until it's just right
I practice and practice all through the night.
Left, right, left, right, left, cross.

Under my feet.
Under my feet.
The ice is so cold, so hard,
yet so vulnerable, so flawed.
Under my feet.

But if I slip, I could fall.
But if I slip, I could fall.
So easily I could lose my grip
So easily I would flip.
But if I slip, I could fall.

And if I fall
And if I fall
I could get hurt again
run into the fence.
And if I fall.

I could die.
I could die.
If I hit my head in just the right way
my whole life could simply slip away.
I could die.

Left, right, left, right, left, cross
under my feet.
But if I slip, I could fall.
And if I fall,
I could die.

The Holes In My Gloves

Riding up and down the hills of my neighborhood
Never thought of life as good
The holes in my gloves let in the cold air
The bitter wind blowing through my hair
I pedal and pedal, never getting anywhere.

The arctic atmosphere cuts like kinves through my skin
releasing the feelings kept hidden within
How can I love that liar?
My heart is full of fire,
But the air is rushing from my tire.

I ignore it,
Simply floor it.
But I feel the flat-ness
as the hills increase in steep-ness
and I realize I'm hopeless.

I can feel my muscles growing stronger
but I don't think I can do this any longer
because the hills are gaining more height
I can't see an end in sight,
but what goes up must come down, right?

Blind

I see you walking down the hall
the red shirt you wear really doesn't compliment you at all,
but it looks good to my eyes
maybe I'm blind,
because all I can see is you.


You see me,
you smile and wave
but what you don't know, dear,
is that the blue shirt I'm wearing
is just for you.


Do you remember?
the day I knew
that I really did love you?
I wore that same blue shirt that I wore today
when I fell down the slide,
you helped me up again,
no matter how many times I flew.
But maybe I was blind,
because all I saw was you.


The same day that I knew
that I was in love with you,
all you could do 
was smile at me,
couldn't take your eyes off of mine.
But maybe I'm blind,
because all I can see is you.

someday, I'll stop crying in the middle of the night.

someday, I'll find a way to get along without you
someday, I'll find a way to love someone else
someday, I'll find a way to live my life without crying in the middle of the night

in the middle of the night, I cry.
yes I cry in the middle of the night.
I wake up crying 
no not just crying
shivering, shaking, every muscle in my body
almost like a seizure
a seizure of love.


someday, I'll find a way out of this mess
someday, I'll find a way to be happy
someday, I'll find a way to turn my life around.


yes I cry in the middle of the night
wake up crying
shivering
shaking
out of love.

I don't know what to name this one.

You made me laugh when I thought I'd never smile
You made me happy when all I knew was sadness
You lifted me out of my hole
Took me in my arms when no one else cared.

You made my day,
My week,
My year,
Maybe even my life.
When I called you crying,
I got off the phone and just couldn't stop smiling.

Everything was too good to be true
I loved you
You loved me
You and me became we.

But one day I made the wrong decision
Pushed you away the very day I needed you the most
You said you cared, but you never came back to me
You said you felt the same way
But the next day
You never said I made a mistake.

6 months later, my feelings never changed.






I can only imagine this one put to music. It sounds so good in my head but when I try singing it it sounds bad. I wish I knew how to read music so I could write it down.

well, sorta.

I've watched you change from a little girl into a big, strong woman. Well, sorta.
You're in 7th grade? Why are you so mature? Again... Well, sorta.
You're only 12, but yet... They grow up so fast. I'm proud of you... Well, sorta.
You try your best to be a good friend. Well, sorta.

You see you're... egh. You hide so much from me and then act like I'm the worst person ever for caring about you, my best friend. Well, sorta. You used to be my best friend. But you don't seem to really care about me. I confront you about something huge you didn't tell me about and then  you say something like I'm being  a bad friend by "invading your privacy".

I'm done with you. Well, sorta.







Less of a poem and more.... rhythmic writing.