As it turns out I miss you

Is it too late to cry
Is it too late to say i care
with these tears in my eye
my love to you i forswear

Can i take back all i said
the abuse; every mean statment
especially when i wished you dead
i didn't think you'ld be my greivant

I give up

There once was a girl so depressed
she could not deal with her life so stressed
she cut herself with a knife
therefore stealing her life
now she lies in infinite rest

a haiku

the school is so cold

just like the people inside

a frozen prison

Addicted to my bed

Every morning i say
'I don't want to get it up'
but i never get my way
I can't wait to be in a coma

The Bus

I hate riding the city bus
smells i won't even discuss
don't think because i sit next to you
I want to hear what you've been through

I'm sorry i just don't care
My stop, are we there?

Math = Love

Let L equal the amount I love you
and let C equal the amount care
M equals the amount i will miss you

M=CL^2

Don't think this is about you

There isn't anything left to say
these words are extinct
the passion; flown away
once it was but then we blinked

The space between us grew
forever we said, oh what a thought
but we hardly knew
that we were nought

i'm not a puzzle

you might not decode
this which I have bestowed
it's important though

I really do love you so
the future, is not to know
sometimes i'm afraid

where we'll be in a decade,
by then will we fade,
what lies down this road?

Not to talk about

what was left of the sun,
peaked through the curtain
we were laying there undone,
am I to leave? I felt uncertain

for once what the time was
didn't seem to matter
we didn't wish for it to pause
in silence, our souls were left to chatter

My eyes traced yours in mine
I can't write this line

My Name is Not Important

I am… well,
I don’t know
I have changed.
I used to be a punk, a radical with pink hair
Now I go with the flow, and wear Abercrombie;
It’s easy and cool
At what point was I brainwashed?

I used to be short, and I still am
I stopped eating and started running
So I’m no longer fat

I think I used to be more interesting
And now, I’m just simple
I don’t put effort in being complex anymore
It’s just easy to let the world to that for me

I like to solve problems, big problems
I want to win a Nobel Prize
And be in MENSA
And in Times Magazine
So, I am ambitious.

I’m also an optimistic
But doesn’t everyone want success
With money and fame
And a metropolitan condo
But first I need to graduate high school
And go to university

Time has changed me, and so has love
This is only how I’ve changed so far
Currently this is who I am
But ask me again next year.

My name is not important

I am the Jetsons

Where is my flying space car?
What about my maid robot?
In the past the future was so far
the millennium is not what we thought

Go ahead and label me

We all know it's inevitable
that you will be assigned a label
it cannot really be any ones fault
to the prep the nerd must exalt

unfortunately it is all a tad cliche
but could high school be another way?

Thoughts Collected

Oh love, how much you mean to me
my love to you, i guarantee
I want to linger in these moments
my soul you have left imprints

Is there a first for everything

There once was a girl, a spoiled girl
who only ever heard people say yes
when she heard no, she went into a whirl
and it caused the whole world distress

Public Displays

I want you to hold my hand
and kiss me where i stand
hold my body close to yours
let's not hide behind closed doors

Out through the mouth

my heart bangs to race
breathe, in through the nose
the music is at a quicker pace
violins and their spaztic bows

I can't distinctively hear
Oh my god, where are we?
I need to get out of here
Breathe, one, two, three..

Warning may contain nuts!

What is up with all that drama
No thank you, I don't need that
I'ld rather kiss a llama
than have an oscar worthy chat

Stop It!

New feelings

I don't know why i didn't like it before
but now i just want more and more
To sit down and get lost
until my eyes hurt in exhuast

I want to get hooked on reading
books and words worth suceeding
I will connect to ones written mentality
and escape from my reality

rhyme scheme spazm

ballin
schmallin
turky callin

I am lies

when it comes to poems
i am actually quite good
i take to words
like a carpenter to wood

memoirs of a soup hater

do you love tomato soup
- i think it's gross ketchup goop
would you like some clam chowder
- i would rather eat baby power
how about chicken noodle
-more like lickin' poodle
interested in french onion
- it's pernounced french bunyon
perhaps green pea
-perhaps you should just let me be
could you want beef stew
- i would be more interested in cow poo
have i mentioned our traditional borscht
-no but can you just sh

Jeez you're so hard to please, I'm just trying to be a good waiter
-ever thought there was reason they call me THE SOUP HATER