There is nothing like the
Scritch-scratch
Of pencil on paper
Furiously scribbling the ramblings
Of a crazed poet
As in a moment of genius
She puts her thoughts to words.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Growing Up
The blows across my face,
Carrying with it the tantalizing smell of freedom.
The heartache of a caged bird
Pulses in my chest.
And I yearn for the liberty
Morning with it brings,
As it is one less day
That stand between me
And the wisdom
Od adulthood.
So I cherish my pained moments
Caged by ignorance.
Because with them come the lessons
I must learn to be free.
Carrying with it the tantalizing smell of freedom.
The heartache of a caged bird
Pulses in my chest.
And I yearn for the liberty
Morning with it brings,
As it is one less day
That stand between me
And the wisdom
Od adulthood.
So I cherish my pained moments
Caged by ignorance.
Because with them come the lessons
I must learn to be free.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Light
I figured out why I love big cities.
It is the lights,
The sparkling gems
Shining out into the darkness of night.
I care not about smog,
Or traffic,
But give me tall buildings
Gleaming like stars in the night
Full of poetic power.
And give me such light,
Reflecting off the rims of your glasses
Straight to my heart.
It is the lights,
The sparkling gems
Shining out into the darkness of night.
I care not about smog,
Or traffic,
But give me tall buildings
Gleaming like stars in the night
Full of poetic power.
And give me such light,
Reflecting off the rims of your glasses
Straight to my heart.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
In Love with a City
Listening to Snow Patrol's
"Take Back the City,"
I thought of two cities.
One I know,
One I've barely met.
Neither one I live in now.
I love her sprawling glory,
Stretching from mountain feet
To the edge of the seas.
Her crazed traffic,
Filled with hidden sense.
I could live with out her smog,
But it's a part of makes her
Real,
Those imperfections.
"Take Back the City,"
I thought of two cities.
One I know,
One I've barely met.
Neither one I live in now.
I love her sprawling glory,
Stretching from mountain feet
To the edge of the seas.
Her crazed traffic,
Filled with hidden sense.
I could live with out her smog,
But it's a part of makes her
Real,
Those imperfections.
Friday, June 17, 2011
This is Why I Should Call You
Ah, cher,
This is why I should call you.
I get to hear your voice,
Your life.
And you get to hear mine.
We are totally ourselves
Because it's hard for me to hide
When my sister constantly
Opens me up.
And it's rather fun,
Almost falling asleep,
Happy in the easy silence.
This is why I should call you.
I get to hear your voice,
Your life.
And you get to hear mine.
We are totally ourselves
Because it's hard for me to hide
When my sister constantly
Opens me up.
And it's rather fun,
Almost falling asleep,
Happy in the easy silence.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
This is Why I don't Call You
Oh, cher,
This is why I don't call you.
We're both quiet
(Sometimes),
Flustered,
And you seem to be the bane
Of technology's existence,
At least today.
I'm laughing,
And I can't stop.
Because you're cute.
We're cute,
I suppose.
Ah,
This is why I don't call you,
Because it's hard to type with one hand.
And to talk.
This is why I don't call you.
We're both quiet
(Sometimes),
Flustered,
And you seem to be the bane
Of technology's existence,
At least today.
I'm laughing,
And I can't stop.
Because you're cute.
We're cute,
I suppose.
Ah,
This is why I don't call you,
Because it's hard to type with one hand.
And to talk.
Why are You Bored?
There is so much to do,
So much to see.
So many adventures outside
Are waiting for you.
Why are sitting bored
On the computer?
So much to see.
So many adventures outside
Are waiting for you.
Why are sitting bored
On the computer?
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