If I asked you to be honest,
would you lie?
If I asked who you are,
would you retort a name?
I think you would…
If I offered you a gift for your two cents,
would you reach for your wallet?
I think you would…
If I asked, "Why did love cross the road,"
would you assume it a joke reply, "Why?"
I think you would…
If I asked for the time of day,
would you glance at your watch?
I think you would…
You would.
If a man tossed a pong ball in your cleavage,
would you pick it out and hand it back?
I wonder if you would…
If he asked to eat out with you,
would you blow his mind then drop your pants?
I wonder if you would…
I wonder.
I
"A quiz not a test", I thought
hours after acquiring a license,
behind the wheel and no one could stop me,
with nothing to fear.
I was in a rush, to who knows where,
with music pulsing in my ears;
driving faster than reality,
with nothing to fear.
Then, I was caught off-guard;
The car lost grip as my heart skipped
and the trees became the road,
permeated by nothing to fear,
This was a test of my best car control;
no trust in technology, it was all on me,
to keep my body and soul in one piece.
There is nothing to fear…
Steer with your eyes, guide with your foot;
accelerate past the first objective,
turn before the next, on t
A pioneer in a vacant lot,
awaiting acquaintance
with guidelines of paint,
and I rebel.
Three feet in and one left out,
innocuous crime let slide,
or thus far, overlooked
in this park.
With my hand held to my ear,
looking like a schizo,
inviting acquaintances to meet
in the dark.
Dreaming up a reality of exotics bought
by the pennies we pick up
or profit of Goodwill,
we take it.
A common recipe with a touch of personality,
our cars are our identity we hide behind
and our dream to capitalize,
we make it.
With criticism and harassment as fuel,
our engines roar, tires spin, smoke rises,
brave souls, boisterous and boundless
Ignorance tortured him
everyday, wrestling.
He was twice my size
yet I would always win.
Thrusting my knees deep
into his backbone.
One day, Mrs. Montgomery
didn't come, nor did he.
Now a week, and I asked
"Where is Jeremy?"
They said that he was hurt,
a tumor on his back,
and I wouldn't see him
anytime soon.
Whatever a tumor is,
I couldn't ask.
I couldn't tell, anybody
I didn't want them to be mad.
We never meant to
hurt each other, but I did.
Months later, he returned
In a chair. he wheeled
right up to me, and said
"It's ok, I'll walk again."
So we rolled away, giggling.
Gone, again, the next day.
His back made him
I cannot read
until I write.
What's on the page
doesn't make sense;
but do my thoughts?
Maybe they aren't
even thoughts,
but emotions,
separate entities;
the times when my mind
more jumbled than
my bed sheets.
Awakened
from a Nightmare
that entirely possessed me,
and this it is.
My hand not compiling
thought, nor emotion,
but my Nightmare
and Jumbled Sheets.
I can't find
the ends-
not necessary anyways,
the sheets cover me,
not the ends.
So I lay these words
however they come to me.
Slowly, Gently-
after a long day
or Vigorously Tossed-
with Anger, Spite,
Insecurity.
Just get these Damn words down!
I need th
Never Good Enough. :2001-2002: by sicness84, literature
Literature
Never Good Enough. :2001-2002:
Well here I am,
( Recluse in my grave,)
Everyday I dream of your visit.
Just one late night, sitting there,
speaking the words I hated to not hear.
Tribute to my life and how you miss it.
Open your yearbook, remember 11th grade.
(But theres no time for that,)
as I watch from below
(more than six feet it seems)
it's clear your too busy for me.
(Can't blame you though,)
college aint easy, I should know.
and so in school it's popularity-I see...
I loved feeling that too, thanks to you.
I'd go home to messages waiting
from you
(everybody)
waiting-
for me.
Now I lie in your backyard.
WAITING, patiently-
Make your breakfast
It is an imported cigar, the finest tobacco, a sophisticated expression of class. It is Clark Kent wearing his sports coat while manipulating words, describing himself, on paper for the city to see. It is protected by the richest coat of fresh blood. Sitting in the garage it appears no more intimidating than the worlds strongest mans' baby picture. Creeping into the field, stalking a herd of cattle, it studies its prey preparing for a grand feast. It lays low in the brush waiting for the prime oppurtunity, then pounces. Before they can blink their eyes it has consumed them and continues in search of its next meal. My car is no Herby the Punch
White Cloak and A Pitchfork by sicness84, literature
Literature
White Cloak and A Pitchfork
My dreams for now and all, denied.
Forever haunted subconcious mind.
You blindly treat me so unkind.
White cloaked figure, devil by design.
A friend who lied,
A friend who died,
A friend who never was mine.
Many wrongs forgiven, atleast I tried.
Now I pray this pain subside.
My heart will heal, all in due time.
I'm color blind in a sense that blue and gray are all I see. though I know the rainbow as it's been described to me. A lucky soul are those privaledged enough to recieve.
not typical with me, where a rose is gray, yet the prick of it's thorn draws blue from a cut. the deepest blue sourced of the sea. these pricks turn to tears with the same result constantly losing my blue to you but it keeps getting back into me.
It is twelve midnight on a bitter cold, lonely Christmas Eve; being alone on this night drives many into insanity. I've been lonely before but never like this, too much of reality. Sitting in my room thinking about you and what it would mean to me, just to be in your company. It has been years since I have been close enough to smell you, but that scent has never left me, a hint of sweet serenity. The thought crossed my mind to visit you, knowing you would likely be waiting for somebody.
I can't wait for some later date, so I bundle up and set out to test my fate. As I step out the door, I am assaulted by the misery of winters traits. I begi
It doesn't matter,
what she wears,
or where she goes.
On her way to the ballet,
she trades clothes with a hobo,
yet everyone still stares
as if she were star of the show.
She could face the Grimm Reaper
and be calm as a stone.
The first person she meets,
the first word she speaks,
most could not share with a soul.
Like flood waters rushing a city,
until it is full, she's
unstoppable in search of her goal.
She's everything I wish I could be,
more admirable than a kamikaze.
They say she's beautiful;
only as beautiful as the next
woman to walk the red carpet.
She would turn her head in fear;
should someone point a gun at he
when the sun rises from the sea
and the ice all melts away
they'll find me dreaming silently
of a better place and day
my name and voice soon lost to time
a sullen life led so sublime
remember my words for I must go
and ponder what they meant
an epitaph I wrote in snow
the future now present
I spread my wings and hug the sky
a feather's fate held by the wind
don't want to die I want to fly
good bye I loved you 'til the end
eternally, your insignificant
life changing event
Current Residence: Johnstown, PA MP3 player of choice: Kazaa Skin of choice: soft and pale Favourite cartoon character: Towelle (from South Park) Personal Quote: Theres more to life than living.
Ahhh, I got my first real girlfriend I think. I mean; I know I have a girlfriend, and I think this ones gonna be pretty incredible. She is incredibly beautiful, hilarious, a little mean :-p but I can't get enough of her. We spend hours on the phone and thats not like me. I can't wait to go home this Thursday for summer and get to spend loads of time with her. It's gonna be a great great summer. Me = Happy as can be, and anxious as ever to let someone into my heart.
I changed my journal, cause the old one is way old news and of teh gheyness... a beautiful girl is lookin at my page right now, and I get to see her tomorrow.. I really hope she goes to the drag races with me.
I thought I was strong by being persistant right.. dealin with shit that came my way, but I realized my strength lies in her.. and without her I'm the weakest soul ever.. so weak I can't even stop talking to her even for a day, when I know thats best.
I wish I had never loved before...
tainted
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