Take a pill,
To ease my pain,
Nothing to lose,
Nothing to gain.
Take a sip,
Spit it right out,
Only water,
No whiskey about.
Take a shower,
Rack my brains,
Can't remember,
What happened that day.
Put on clothes,
Walk to the bar,
Just down the street,
It's not that far.
Always here,
Since you left,
You stole my heart,
We call that theft.
See a friend,
Sit down by him,
His lady left,
My buddy for Jim.
Take a shot,
Ease our pain,
Nothing to lose,
Sunday, November 24, 2002
Friday, October 25, 2002
Fini
People say that love makes everything perfect. And I suppose it does, until my husband gets home and it seems I've forgotten something.
Something little like his socks aren't folded right or the spaghetti didn't have enough garlic on it, though his view on the correct amount changes daily.
Sometimes, when he gets home really late, I pretend I'm asleep so he'll leave me alone. It never works, and in the morning, I nurse a fresh batch of bruises.
Yesterday, Grace came over unexpectedly.
She saw the marred skin andbroken nose and called the police. Which, of course, did nothing. Why would any of Robert's friends believe he beat his wife? Why just last week he got another medal for courage.
Robert found out.
He's tearing up thekitchen now. My boy's crying in his bed. The neighbors ignore it as always.
I pick up Robert's gun and start for the door. He screams at me from the kitchen and picks up a pan.
"Beth let her sister embarrass me. You just had to show her, didn't you bitch?"
I lift my hand and aim, "Yes".
Something little like his socks aren't folded right or the spaghetti didn't have enough garlic on it, though his view on the correct amount changes daily.
Sometimes, when he gets home really late, I pretend I'm asleep so he'll leave me alone. It never works, and in the morning, I nurse a fresh batch of bruises.
Yesterday, Grace came over unexpectedly.
She saw the marred skin and
Robert found out.
He's tearing up the
I pick up Robert's gun and start for the door. He screams at me from the kitchen and picks up a pan.
"Beth let her sister embarrass me. You just had to show her, didn't you bitch?"
I lift my hand and aim, "Yes".
Thursday, October 24, 2002
Say Hello
Say Hello,
And then just go
I don't wanna see ya.
You made me cry,
Every night,
I just don't wanna be ya.
You meant so much
With every touch,
And now I'm all alone.
What I meant to do,
Was say I love you,
But I guess I waited too long.
Say Hello,
And then just go
You I don't wanna see.
You make me cry,
Every night,
With you's where I wanna be.
But I can't,
So I shan't
I'll just be missing you.
No where to go,
Gotta go with the flow,
That's what I'll do.
That's what I'll do.
And then just go
I don't wanna see ya.
You made me cry,
Every night,
I just don't wanna be ya.
You meant so much
With every touch,
And now I'm all alone.
What I meant to do,
Was say I love you,
But I guess I waited too long.
Say Hello,
And then just go
You I don't wanna see.
You make me cry,
Every night,
With you's where I wanna be.
But I can't,
So I shan't
I'll just be missing you.
No where to go,
Gotta go with the flow,
That's what I'll do.
That's what I'll do.
Tuesday, September 24, 2002
Morning Comes
Smooth skin under sandy hair,
Heavy lids over green eyes,
"Hello, Sweetheart."
Brown hair between rough fingers,
Piercing eyes through thick lashes,
"Good morning, Love"
** Published in Creative Writing, Volume 1, 2004 Edition
Heavy lids over green eyes,
"Hello, Sweetheart."
Brown hair between rough fingers,
Piercing eyes through thick lashes,
"Good morning, Love"
** Published in Creative Writing, Volume 1, 2004 Edition
Eclectic
I'm sitting here, looking out my window at the falling rain. I have these precious moments to myself before my family wakes. This is my first day at a new school.
My aunt knocks on the door and asks, "Can I come in?"
"Sure," I reply. She sits on my bed and looks at my room, all shades of gray, from white to black. Her blonde hair and green eyes make her look like a princess dropped into an Edgar Allen Poe creation, while I blend in with my white skin, gray eyes, and naturally black hair.
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"Yes," she pauses and blurts, "You have such weird taste." I look at myself, at my room, black and white photos of pipes and thunderstorms; computer graphics of gothic creatures. My door of Bumper stickers proclaiming that I'm a "Freak", "Fashion model", "Playmate", and "Drama Queen" won at a friend's b-day party in the 6th grade. Others saying, "Protect the Humans" "Guns don't kill people, Postal workers do" and "America is about choice; Vote Pro-choice" cover it until I'm not sure of the color the paint." A row of stuffed animals from birthdays and fairs long past sit on a shelf next to my collection of goblets in varying shapes and colors. I'm not weird; I'm eclectic.
My aunt starts to get uncomfortable and leaves the room. I go to my closet and grab a white shirt and black jean bottoms, put on my claddagh ring and bloodstone dragon earring, drop my pentagram necklace around my neck, blow out the white, black and silver candles lit around my room and drive to school.
I sit through my drama class; nothing I haven't already learned. People look at me strange. One girl comes up and introduces herself as Ashley. I smile as she uses "like" for every other word, hold out my hand and say "Kat. Nice to meet you." She looks like she doesn't want to touch me with a ten-foot pole, much less shake my hand, but she gingerly grasps it.
I walk down the main hallway after 1st period and see a wall of kids who look like cool people and sit down in the corner. A guy with a blue spiked Mohawk comes and tells me his name is Dan. I smile up at him.
"I'm Kat."
"First day?"
"Yeah."
"What music do you like?"
I shrug, "Punk, Metal, Green Day." He smiles.
"Ozzfest or Warped Tour?"
"Ozzfest." He smiles again.
"Come over and meet some of my friends." He introduces me and his friends smile mile-wide.
"Hey Kat," they say.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
My aunt knocks on the door and asks, "Can I come in?"
"Sure," I reply. She sits on my bed and looks at my room, all shades of gray, from white to black. Her blonde hair and green eyes make her look like a princess dropped into an Edgar Allen Poe creation, while I blend in with my white skin, gray eyes, and naturally black hair.
"You wanted to talk to me?"
"Yes," she pauses and blurts, "You have such weird taste." I look at myself, at my room, black and white photos of pipes and thunderstorms; computer graphics of gothic creatures. My door of Bumper stickers proclaiming that I'm a "Freak", "Fashion model", "Playmate", and "Drama Queen" won at a friend's b-day party in the 6th grade. Others saying, "Protect the Humans" "Guns don't kill people, Postal workers do" and "America is about choice; Vote Pro-choice" cover it until I'm not sure of the color the paint." A row of stuffed animals from birthdays and fairs long past sit on a shelf next to my collection of goblets in varying shapes and colors. I'm not weird; I'm eclectic.
My aunt starts to get uncomfortable and leaves the room. I go to my closet and grab a white shirt and black jean bottoms, put on my claddagh ring and bloodstone dragon earring, drop my pentagram necklace around my neck, blow out the white, black and silver candles lit around my room and drive to school.
I sit through my drama class; nothing I haven't already learned. People look at me strange. One girl comes up and introduces herself as Ashley. I smile as she uses "like" for every other word, hold out my hand and say "Kat. Nice to meet you." She looks like she doesn't want to touch me with a ten-foot pole, much less shake my hand, but she gingerly grasps it.
I walk down the main hallway after 1st period and see a wall of kids who look like cool people and sit down in the corner. A guy with a blue spiked Mohawk comes and tells me his name is Dan. I smile up at him.
"I'm Kat."
"First day?"
"Yeah."
"What music do you like?"
I shrug, "Punk, Metal, Green Day." He smiles.
"Ozzfest or Warped Tour?"
"Ozzfest." He smiles again.
"Come over and meet some of my friends." He introduces me and his friends smile mile-wide.
"Hey Kat," they say.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Saturday, August 24, 2002
Dark Side of Nowhere
I'm on the dark side of nowhere,
I'm just waiting to be found,
I can't help but look out there,
I'm just looking at the ground.
No one's coming for me,
They don't know who I am,
There's nothing that I can see,
Not even another man.
No one came to my aid,
Everything will be the same,
Soon, my picture will fade,
Soon, I will have no name.
I will no longer exist,
I will not be known,
And I shall not raise my fist,
For my destiny has been shown.
There's nothing left to do,
But Pray that it won't be true,
Pray that I'll know what to do,
Just pray for you.
Sunday, March 24, 2002
Memory
I don't want to remember,
How things were,
I don't want to remember,
Memories hurt.
I just want you, here with me,
Right now, however you can.
I just want your memory,
Here right now, oh yeah.
I'm crying,
Because I cannot see,
You looking down,
Smiling at me.
I don't want to remember,
Anything back then,
I don't want to remember,
That you're dead.
Because I need you,
Right here right now,
To help me cry.
I need your hand,
To wipe the tears,
From my eyes.
I need your shoulder,
To cry upon,
To comfort me.
I need you,
Right here right now,
To end my misery.
How things were,
I don't want to remember,
Memories hurt.
I just want you, here with me,
Right now, however you can.
I just want your memory,
Here right now, oh yeah.
I'm crying,
Because I cannot see,
You looking down,
Smiling at me.
I don't want to remember,
Anything back then,
I don't want to remember,
That you're dead.
Because I need you,
Right here right now,
To help me cry.
I need your hand,
To wipe the tears,
From my eyes.
I need your shoulder,
To cry upon,
To comfort me.
I need you,
Right here right now,
To end my misery.
Sunday, February 24, 2002
Can I Ask You a Question
Can I ask you a question,
Why are you here,
Are you fending off loneliness,
Is there something you fear?
Can I ask you a question,
Do you love me,
Will you break my heart,
Or will you set me free?
Can I ask you a question,
Is it me you will miss,
Will you see another,
Is your heart in your kiss?
Can I ask you a question,
Why am I here,
Are you using me,
Is it you I should fear?
Why are you here,
Are you fending off loneliness,
Is there something you fear?
Can I ask you a question,
Do you love me,
Will you break my heart,
Or will you set me free?
Can I ask you a question,
Is it me you will miss,
Will you see another,
Is your heart in your kiss?
Can I ask you a question,
Why am I here,
Are you using me,
Is it you I should fear?
Friday, January 25, 2002
Fly Away
Some days, I don't know why I love you,
And some days, I wonder if it's true,
Cause I know you couldn't treat me this way.
The other days, I believe in your lies,
You've clipped my wings, and I gotta fly,
Though I know I'll never get away.
Fly away, soar into the blue,
Get away, away from you,
Fly away, soar into the blue,
Get away, I'm falling towards you.
Why can't I be left alone,
Though I know that I'm crying on,
Don't you treat me that way.
I know I'm human too,
And its not only you,
Don't think that today.
Fly away, soar into the blue,
Get away, away from you,
Fly away, soar into the blue,
Get away, I'm falling towards you.
And some days, I wonder if it's true,
Cause I know you couldn't treat me this way.
The other days, I believe in your lies,
You've clipped my wings, and I gotta fly,
Though I know I'll never get away.
Fly away, soar into the blue,
Get away, away from you,
Fly away, soar into the blue,
Get away, I'm falling towards you.
Why can't I be left alone,
Though I know that I'm crying on,
Don't you treat me that way.
I know I'm human too,
And its not only you,
Don't think that today.
Fly away, soar into the blue,
Get away, away from you,
Fly away, soar into the blue,
Get away, I'm falling towards you.
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