Goodbye-poemAs she stood in the doorway wondering whyHe lifted his head and whispered "Goodbye""I'm sorry," He said, "But it's over tonight."A tear rolled down as she started to cry"I love you," she said and looked back one last timeThen the opened the door and walked out of sight
WhyShe runs and she hidesAnd she turns out the lightAnd she cries to herselfAnd she can't figure outWhyWHYdoes she feel the way she does?WHYDoes she cry the way she does?WHYDoes she hate everything about herAnd WHYDoes she suffer?She looks in the mirrorAnd hates what she seesHer stomach's too bigAnd there's a tear on her cheekWhyWHYdoes she feel the way she does?WHYDoes she cry the way she does?WHYDoes she hate everything about herAnd WHYDoes she suffer?She thinks she's so meanAnd she just wants to screamAnd her friends say goodbyeThey are leaving her sideWhyWHYdoes she feel the way she does?WHYDoes she cry the way she does?WHYDoes she hate everything about herAnd WHYDoes she suffer?She wants to knowShe's not aloneShe thinks it's allHer faultWHYdoes she feel the way she does?WHYDoes she cry the way she does?WHYDoes she hate everything about herAnd WHYDoes she suffer?She lies there cryingTrying to fix herselfAnd she prays to the heavens
Show MeThere's this story of a lonely girlWho cries herself to sleepShe tries to escape her depressionBut it feels like she's in too deepShow me the wayOut of this darknessInto the lightWhere I belongTake my handAnd show me the wayEvery time the lights turned outShe wished that she were deadBut now her mind is getting clearerWhen she looks into the mirrorShe doesn't want to pump herself with leadShow me the wayOut of this darknessInto the lightWhere I belongTake my handAnd show me the wayEvery time she wants to cutShe writes a poem insteadAnd her book is getting thickerWhile the lines are getting dimmerAll the pain is in her headShow me the wayOut of this darknessInto the lightWhere I belongTake my handAnd show me the way
Brown Eyes are Full of ShitWell I know what you saidBut it means nothing to meYeah I know what you didAnd I couldn't care lessYeah I know you saidI know what you didBut I don't care(Chorus)Your wordsAre load-edYou-are-so full of shitAnd I don't know youAnymoreYou-are-so full of shitAnd I can't stand the smellSo stay away from meStay away from meSo the truth came outDo you have any regrets?The only one I haveIs wasting so much time on youThe truth came outI wasted so much time on youSo much time on loving you(Chorus)Here I am nowCleansing my-self of youForgetting anything we hadCuz you're jackass of the yearHere I amForgetting what we hadForgetting you were such an ass(Chorus)How longDid you think it would beBefore I caught on to you?How low were you planning to go?Behind my back!You lying, lyingFailure of a friendYou are so full of itAnd I can't stand the smellSo stay awayPlease stay away!!!
Lost In You - The poemLost in a world,Lost in a feeling,Lost in your eyes,Lost in you,The world disappears,The feeling engulfs me,Your eyes close,And you step closer
ObsessionThe fruit of my obsession lies rottingI threw it away like an unwanted babyAnd I stole away into the night aloneI no longer desire this troubled mindOr these heavy shouldersMaybe as you walk by you will seeThe bitter-sweet end of what I once felt
CloseClose enoughTo hear the music from your headphonesTo feel your warm breathAnd your soft hairAnd the warmth of your bodyClose enoughTo see the look in your eyeTo smell that faint, musty scentTo taste your sweet wordsClose enoughFor all of thisBut too far awayTo matter
ExplanationI remember angry wordsAnd harsh surprisesPutting up a guardInstead of breaking downAnd I rememberLosing my best friendI remember the soundAnd looking upSeeing that messageThat word that broke my heartAnd I rememberLosing my best friendI remember what you saidAnd what I didBoth of us stubbornDefensive and pissedAnd I rememberLosing my best friendI remember talking afterAnd saying we both careTalking pretty wordsBut not doing pretty thingsAnd I rememberLosing my best friendI remember being friendsAnd thinking it was overBut things aren't always what they seemIt was never quite the sameAnd I rememberLosing my best friendSeptember 25Like it was yesterdayIt al crumbled from thereI guess we weren't as strong as we thoughtAnd I rememberLosing you
TrappedI'm not sure whom to turn toI don't know whom to trustI can't trust myself anymoreI try to be a lonerI try to help myselfBut I just end up beaten and soreAnd I need someoneAnd I don't know whomI'm so afraid what you'll sayIf you see the real meIf I'm broken and batteredYou'll turn like the rest and walk away
.i will break my heartlong before youever get the chance;this is not a matterof lovethis is a matterof survival
.you are an open bookwith a strong spine;you, toohave a story to tell
.armed to the teethwith poetry;this is howi protect myself
Rhyming in PoemsWhy do you all want to rhymeall the time?You don't need to do it,that's perfectly fine.You think it's so coolAnd it leaves poems gleaming,But it desecrates flowAnd can ruin the meaning.It's so bad to rhythm,It's like a bad dayYou wonder why you're notSleeping it away.You think it's the rootOf your writing's salvation,But we all will hate you,All parts of the nation.You think it sounds niceBut you don't even knowHow ruined the sound isHow badly it 'goes'.So the irony's over,Your poems can mend,I'll stop myself here,Before you meetYour end.
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisDo not assume (if I hold the door for you),that I am making a statementabout your inabilitiesto open the door for yourself.If you hold it for me,I'll say 'thankyou'.Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),that I am underestimatingyour earning capacityas a woman.If you invite me out for a meal,you're paying.Do not assume (if I defend your rights),that I am belittlingthe attempts that you have madeto defend your rights yourself.If you defend my rights,I'll consider you human.
Brown Eyes Compliments, and AnalogiesBecause I'm sick of people saying there aren't any.Your brown eyes are like the deep intoxication of campaign wine, bubbling with hazing richness and expensive taste.Your brown eyes are like the color of mahogany wood- comforting and home-steady toughness that lets me know you will be the beams of supporting me.Your eyes remind me of Dove chocolate, smooth, creamy, delectable, and melting.The color of brown eyes remind me of mountain terrain and nature, something subtle, but beautiful in every form and season.Brown eyes make me think of Devil's cake, taunting and tempting, curtained by black lashes, the symbol of rich seduction.When brown eyes delve in love, they become the color of a leather book, promising a story of loyalty, long-life, and devotion.Your brown eyes remind me of mysterious secrets, dark to cover the pain of ignorance, opaque to cover to want of another.Brown eyes are like the stable ground, steadier and prepared to embrace you when you fall, into a nurturing a
FutileI'm choking on the words that I can't sayAnd stumbling over things I'll never doI'm thinking all the thoughts I know I shouldn'tAnd I'm wishing they weren't all because of you