Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Surrounded by most things my mother has taken my hand from,
All the desires rushing through me, only wanting freedom
"Come on, just one time. It'll be fun, do it!"
Eyes piercing through me, making me feel like I don't fit

I do it once, then again, one more time
Washing the burning sensation down with lime
"This is fun! Let's do one more!"
"Oh no, I cannot. My throat is getting sore."

What's that you say? Will I do what for you?!
I'm sorry, but what you were told is not true.
I would never do that, especially not for somebody I don't know
Me? A girl like that? Say it isn't so!
For I have enough respect for myself to remember who's in charge
As my integrity and dignity are still at large
Of course I'm calling a cab! You're creeping me out!
If I stay longer, you will hurt me, that I do not doubt.

Getting home, to the sweetest people I know,
The only people I trust, since 17 years ago
"Oh Mom! I'm so glad to be back!
But I'm too tired to explain! I'm going to go hit the sack."

Crawling into my bed I think of the excuses I could use to explain
But as I drift off I think to myself, "Holy shit, that was insane!"

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

What goes on in a teenager's mind...

Memorizing the time you'll be here
But wishing you would always want to be near
Checking the time over and over again
Distracting myself in order to keep sane

Not yet friends, and far from lovers,
Yet if we're together, I daydream about the dangers
Fights, tears, my father kicking your ass
Or distraction causing me to fall behind in class

As I laugh at such nonsense a girl my age would think of,
I still wonder, "Is what's happening love?"
As friends disapprove, I still defend you,
Wondering if you would do the same thing for me too

Maybe it's a Taylor Swift song about an amazing guy,
"Your eyes are lookin' into mine, so baby make me fly"
Or maybe it's just the feeling of a summer fling
Because in the end, I don't want my heart aching.

Day and night, I imagine of what could be
Though deep down I know, you can never be with me.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Sad Eyes

Getting a call from a friend who cancels,
Never hearing the words desired from a boy,
Watching your family fall apart,
watching them try to mend their broken hearts.

Guns, grenades, suicide bombers,
CNN filled with witnessing callers,
People fighting their own people and shedding each other's blood,
Soldiers waiting for the enemy in the bushes, covered in mud.

People you trust and have fun with,
but deep inside knowing a good friend is a myth.
Women sacrificing their dignity and self respect for a man's love,
Allowing the media to degrade the rest of the women who have self love

A dog put in a cage to be sold and fend for itself,
Showing no sympathy and keeping all the money for ourself,
A small, starving child with helpless tears on tv dies,
I watch the world; all the hate and misfortune, with sad eyes.