Wednesday, March 30, 2011

When I die



When I die


I don’t need to be know; famous


My name doesn’t


Have to be recognized by the world.


I don’t


Need to be talked about on


history book pages.


When people I knew


Look back


I want them to smile


at the memories.


I hope before I die


I can bring some beauty


into this hideous world.


I don’t need to be known


But, I want to have


Lived my life for a purpose.


Before I die


I want to have love


And I want that love


to have been reciprocated.


When I die…


My name doesn’t have to be recognized





 

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Copy, Cut, and Paste

Stop. Right there.
Silence.
You're looking at me
Your hand holding my wrist.
we've reached eye contact
pause. freeze.
i want to save this moment.
I'll look back to this

First moment,
copied, cut, and paste
copied from the world
cut it, the moment over
but its pasted in my mind.

Stop. Pause. Continue.
Speak now... repeat
record
I can go over my day and hear your
sweet words now.

Shh. be quiet.
Let me put my ear to your chest...
let me pace your breaths
and i'll adjust mine to match.
I want to know your heartbeat

Reassurance.
Please blink,
and I want to know
if when your eyes open
if your gaze will change to somewhere else
or if your eyes will still be on me.
focus






My side

Rarely
Do people ask me for my side of a story
Then again,
Rarely
Do people need my side of the story
 He asked for my side of the story
But
Since he asked
That means he might have thought
There was some truth
To the lie filled one.
 But he can’t know my past actions
If he doesn’t know my full story…
 So I prepare
Prepare to open up
And expose my interior
I prepare to tell him the secrets
That only I know
 There isn’t going to be any secrets between
Him and I anymore
Because; eventually
I hope we’ll love each other
 And if he loves me…
I want him to love me for everything and anything I am
And to do that
He needs to know;
He needs to know me
 I hope he likes it
I hope he likes my life…
 Because it’s a life;
soon not to be a secret

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

You look, I look

You look, I look
everyones opinion was different about
my view on this world for a long time.

then i met him
and i felt as if I was  meant
to know him

He said the words I would have spoken
He knew the interior before was I had opened up;
because he had experienced it before...

all the pain
the anger
the tears
over all the heart
the heart that had been
FIXED the BROKEN then FIXED again...

and well, as he spoke a few words to me
I felt as if for once.... maybe something is meant to happen?
I don't know...
I DO care..

He's different, that's for sure
he seems as if he may be that boy in the dream-
the one that tries to bring beauty into this hideous world
I wouldn't be shocked if that's him