LindseyEthatsMe
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2003 9 December :: 6.15am
:: Mood: depressed
:: Music: On My Own- Les Miserables'
words unspoken
this is a new poem i wrote late last night...it's dedicated to all of those out there who I've hurt...im so sorry.
Broken Pieces
this is a sorrowful apology
to all the ones who hurt from me
can not, will not sleep tonight
too many thoughts running through my head
too many words that have never been said
analyzing the truth
shredding it into lies
i hate what i love
yet love what i despise
the sound of heartbreak
will not leave my ears
the face of pain
does not escape my eyes
nor the feeling of sorrow
fade from memory
too many pages being written
and the ryhme is never real
so much ink being wasted
that cant express how i feel
my many thoughts will never be clear enough
to make this pen understand
and this paper agree
so this burden i carry stays with me
i hold the pieces of many hearts i've broken
and that will never be mended
from words unspoken.
and that's all for now. -Lindsey
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LindseyEthatsMe
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2003 8 December :: 9.37am
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: there is- boxcar racer
the perks of being a wallflower
once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
adn his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it
once on a piece of paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all aobut
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
an dhis mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes
that was the year that his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it
once on a paper torn from a notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
and that's what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed it to her
that was the year that Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
and at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
Thats why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
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2003 4 December :: 7.24am
:: Mood: mellow
:: Music: stay together for the kids- blink
sick of thinking of a subject
okay i dont have much to say but i wrote this free verse poem a little while back and i wanna put it in here. im kinda shy when it comes to posting my personal writings but oh well. this one is entitled "evanescent"- and no i didn't name this one after the band "EvanEscence"- evanescent is actually a word. it means: tending to fade from sight, short lived; ephemeral, as to vanish--
Evanescent
he frightens me and i love it
his eyes withhold my stare
i get lost as i focus on his voice,
his words, his thoughts
spilling from his beautiful mind
and through his mouth
he makes me hate him
yet i love him all the same
i want to live inside of him
and get lost in his dreams,
his thoughts, his mind
and all that it contains
he leaves me speechless
holding onto every word
hoping the sentence won't fade
I'm evanescent to him
and yet he's everythign to me
I could never admit this though
not to a single soul
I'm so much safer trapping my
thoughts of him inside
I'm scared, afraid to lose
what we already have
I find myself hoping when we talk
it's more than just empty conversation
filled with empty words
he is so beautiful to me
yet i remain evanescent to him
--he frightens me and i love it--
yeah and thats it. its mainly just about a girl that is friends with a guy who she is in love with, and he just looks at her as nothing more than a friend and to him shes just another person in the crowd...she's evanescent to him- as in, when they're done talking, she dwells on it, and he forgets about it. anyways- that's all. peace.
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