Ill put my pen to my paper to write something to change the way you think
Ill write I'm sorry's to the god I was too afraid to believe in
To confess my sins to beads that are meant to represent forgiveness.
Sing forget-me-nots to the children in the cancer wing who only want one chance to feel grass between their toes before they close there eyes one… last… time.
I want to write something that will make your mother cry like daddies going to war leaving little Jenny to hope he comes back.
Because moms on minimum wage and cant afford a living these days.
At 5 Jenny will forget what daddy smells like,
Cinnamon and alcohol because daddy's not coming home in a body bag, but instead in a box of ashes.
I want to write something that will make you inhale so deep you will thank god for breathing, because what if it stopped.
What if time was running out, like clocks ticking time is slowing down and you cant breath in?
Drowning was you worst fear, and you can't swim.
30 feet of water above you, and 50 feet down.
Suffocation…
I want to write something that's going to make you wish you told him/her you loved them,
Because I'm holding the gun to their head and all they're thinking of is how beautiful you are.
Bang!
Silence…
I want to write something that's going to make you think of who you are and what you aren't.
I'm going to write something that's going to make you wish you will never forget,
Like 20 years of marriage and 3 children praying to god that daddy will remember them,
That daddy knows who they are and the bump on his head heals.
Motorcycles clashing like thunder couldn't mean memories lost forever.
I want to write something that going to make you think because this could be your last chance.
I want to put my pen to my paper and make you feel,
Life
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
day 10
Say you care, that love decayed.
So this is where Purgatory melts into fire.
Where the salvaged are marked as the damned.
tears scream as they fall-die on impact.
Laughter floats down off the bliss of my impunity.
Cast away all our forsaken hopes- dreams like dust.
No longer waiting for hope to renew us.
I want to sink my teeth into the truth as tho it was aluminum foil.
Now my heart sighs as the heat laps me into the jaws of damnation.
Angels weep for my fallen form, and the demons beckon a dance.
Will you join me…or mourn my fall?
So this is where Purgatory melts into fire.
Where the salvaged are marked as the damned.
tears scream as they fall-die on impact.
Laughter floats down off the bliss of my impunity.
Cast away all our forsaken hopes- dreams like dust.
No longer waiting for hope to renew us.
I want to sink my teeth into the truth as tho it was aluminum foil.
Now my heart sighs as the heat laps me into the jaws of damnation.
Angels weep for my fallen form, and the demons beckon a dance.
Will you join me…or mourn my fall?
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
day 9
I'm sorry to sound sadistic, but when you fell on your face the other day
when some jerk tripped you,
I couldn't help but laugh and keep walking.
I know it's not the most sisterly thing to do but hey look at how we grew up.
Do you remember the time I told you if you stick a tic tack up your nose you could see a unicorn?
Because I do.
I also remember laughing the whole way to the emergency room and mom screaming thing at me I could never repeat again.
I also remember telling you that the cigarette lighter in the car were really special. And it you touched one you would get magical powers.
Well you did try it, and I was beaming with joy because I was 5 and I tricked a 2 year old.
You see even as we grew up, you still did everything I told you to, and copied everything I did.
And I hated every moment of it.
Because I wanted you to show me I was wrong,
And you could take care of yourself.
You won't fall for my tricks anymore, no you wouldn't dare.
But even now I know if I told you that if you swallowed a quarter you could see lepers, you would still think of trying it.
Doesn't always mean you would do it, but you'd think of it.Doesn't always mean you would do it, but you'd think of it.
Maybe it's not the most sisterly thing to do,
but its my way of teaching you how to learn from your sisters mistakes.
It's not always easy for me to be older,
but you will know what not to do.
Because I'll always tell you to do it,
And next time you won't listen.
when some jerk tripped you,
I couldn't help but laugh and keep walking.
I know it's not the most sisterly thing to do but hey look at how we grew up.
Do you remember the time I told you if you stick a tic tack up your nose you could see a unicorn?
Because I do.
I also remember laughing the whole way to the emergency room and mom screaming thing at me I could never repeat again.
I also remember telling you that the cigarette lighter in the car were really special. And it you touched one you would get magical powers.
Well you did try it, and I was beaming with joy because I was 5 and I tricked a 2 year old.
You see even as we grew up, you still did everything I told you to, and copied everything I did.
And I hated every moment of it.
Because I wanted you to show me I was wrong,
And you could take care of yourself.
You won't fall for my tricks anymore, no you wouldn't dare.
But even now I know if I told you that if you swallowed a quarter you could see lepers, you would still think of trying it.
Doesn't always mean you would do it, but you'd think of it.Doesn't always mean you would do it, but you'd think of it.
Maybe it's not the most sisterly thing to do,
but its my way of teaching you how to learn from your sisters mistakes.
It's not always easy for me to be older,
but you will know what not to do.
Because I'll always tell you to do it,
And next time you won't listen.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
day 8
A rocket glued to the ground trying to life off.
Fear would rap and tap its way into its soul like a time bomb;
just in seconds of going off.
Thrust you body with me like fire,
Because what happens if we don’t wake up?
Raise your silver cups to heaven and scream why!
Ripped from children’s hands,
take there light that they cling to with all they have got.
This I love from a murders perspective a thief’s promise and a rapist’s word.
Forgiven of what they’ve done getting to start over with the flip of a switch.
Electric chair to my heart,
Hit the button and let me scream.
Dose he laugh because you’re broken art,
Or because you have nothing left to differentiate you from what you shattered in the process of everlasting life.
Knives and rope pulled tight cutting deep.
Circulation will cease like butterflies smothering in the heat.
Breathe deep so you will remember purgatory’s smell and taste,
like the forbidden fruit never meant to be touched.
What happens if we don’t wake up?
As we downed the pills that promise us a better world.
Please say you cared because time will decay us,
Make us fall apart like a locus about to shed and die.
If you don’t will the earth breaks to broken peaces,
will the salvaged be marked as the dammed?
At least in his eyes.
Tears scream as they fall-die on impact.
Laughter floats down off the bliss of my impunity.
Cast away all our forsaken hopes- dreams like dust.
No longer waiting for hope to renew us.
I want to sink my teeth into the truth as though it was aluminum foil.
Now my heart sighs as the heat laps me into the jaws of damnation.
Hold me!
What happens if we don’t wake up tomorrow?
Will Jesus smile on me and pretend to be my rapist,
Or will he lie next to me as his daughter and cry?
Fear would rap and tap its way into its soul like a time bomb;
just in seconds of going off.
Thrust you body with me like fire,
Because what happens if we don’t wake up?
Raise your silver cups to heaven and scream why!
Ripped from children’s hands,
take there light that they cling to with all they have got.
This I love from a murders perspective a thief’s promise and a rapist’s word.
Forgiven of what they’ve done getting to start over with the flip of a switch.
Electric chair to my heart,
Hit the button and let me scream.
Dose he laugh because you’re broken art,
Or because you have nothing left to differentiate you from what you shattered in the process of everlasting life.
Knives and rope pulled tight cutting deep.
Circulation will cease like butterflies smothering in the heat.
Breathe deep so you will remember purgatory’s smell and taste,
like the forbidden fruit never meant to be touched.
What happens if we don’t wake up?
As we downed the pills that promise us a better world.
Please say you cared because time will decay us,
Make us fall apart like a locus about to shed and die.
If you don’t will the earth breaks to broken peaces,
will the salvaged be marked as the dammed?
At least in his eyes.
Tears scream as they fall-die on impact.
Laughter floats down off the bliss of my impunity.
Cast away all our forsaken hopes- dreams like dust.
No longer waiting for hope to renew us.
I want to sink my teeth into the truth as though it was aluminum foil.
Now my heart sighs as the heat laps me into the jaws of damnation.
Hold me!
What happens if we don’t wake up tomorrow?
Will Jesus smile on me and pretend to be my rapist,
Or will he lie next to me as his daughter and cry?
Monday, May 7, 2007
DAY 7!!!!!
They say pictures are worth a thousand words,
And I’d like to know what mine actually means.
Would it say jealous of him?
Acts like a child 24/7,
No,
I think its only going to be worth those 5 second moments in time,
Wasted time passed, not really worth looking back on.
I want my pictures to be real.
Pictures that are worth taking
Like when I first close my eyes at 3 o’clock in the morning when I realize sleep is within my grasp.
Moments, I fall down looking up completely red faced with everyone watching.
Pictures of me hugging my mother afraid she won’t come home from work and this is the last time I’ll see her smileing face.
I want pictures of words because I want people that look at those pictures and tell me the real meaning because most meanings are not worth my time.
And I’d like to know what mine actually means.
Would it say jealous of him?
Acts like a child 24/7,
No,
I think its only going to be worth those 5 second moments in time,
Wasted time passed, not really worth looking back on.
I want my pictures to be real.
Pictures that are worth taking
Like when I first close my eyes at 3 o’clock in the morning when I realize sleep is within my grasp.
Moments, I fall down looking up completely red faced with everyone watching.
Pictures of me hugging my mother afraid she won’t come home from work and this is the last time I’ll see her smileing face.
I want pictures of words because I want people that look at those pictures and tell me the real meaning because most meanings are not worth my time.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Saturday, May 5, 2007
day 5 this is starting to bore me ><
depressing poem i rock lol
Say you care, that love decayed.
So this is where Purgatory melts into fire.
Where the salvaged are marked as the damned.
tears scream as they fall-die on impact.
Laughter floats down off the bliss of my impunity.
Cast away all our forsaken hopes- dreams like dust.
No longer waiting for hope to renew us.
I want to sink my teeth into the truth as tho it was aluminum foil.
Now my heart sighs as the heat laps me into the jaws of damnation.
Angels weep for my fallen form, and the demons beckon a dance.
Will you join me…or mourn my fall?
Say you care, that love decayed.
So this is where Purgatory melts into fire.
Where the salvaged are marked as the damned.
tears scream as they fall-die on impact.
Laughter floats down off the bliss of my impunity.
Cast away all our forsaken hopes- dreams like dust.
No longer waiting for hope to renew us.
I want to sink my teeth into the truth as tho it was aluminum foil.
Now my heart sighs as the heat laps me into the jaws of damnation.
Angels weep for my fallen form, and the demons beckon a dance.
Will you join me…or mourn my fall?
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