You Complete Me
I was given a nickname in college that stuck... gadget girl, geekgirl.... everything geeky amuses me! I had to restart this blog, so am slowly repopulating it with documents etc from way back when. I try to get the dates accurate as to when it was actually written, from the files themselves. Otherwise, meh, the only one that really matters to is me. Enjoy the read.....
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Goodnight...
goodnight
there's a dog on the floor
talking on the phone
...and the TVs on
there's a phone in your hand,
dog on the floor,
and some cash on the nightstand
what should I do, little baby.
outside and dark, and i'm
...finally home now
there's a dog on the floor
talking on the phone
...and the TVs on
there's a phone in your hand,
dog on the floor,
and some cash on the nightstand
what should I do, little baby.
outside and dark, and i'm
...finally home now
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Private Thoughts
Remembering you
naked
joined to my half-covered self
bodies cooling
from the fire
chaos swimming in minds
skin tingling
yearning, burning
from the slightest touch
hearts beating
in a rhythm
called unison
sweat glistening
sheening, maybe
even blending
the future
could be seen
do opposites
still attract?
Nothing is more lonesome
than shadowed light
remembering
naked
joined to my half-covered self
bodies cooling
from the fire
chaos swimming in minds
skin tingling
yearning, burning
from the slightest touch
hearts beating
in a rhythm
called unison
sweat glistening
sheening, maybe
even blending
the future
could be seen
do opposites
still attract?
Nothing is more lonesome
than shadowed light
remembering
Saturday, January 11, 2003
I Wish That I Could Tell You
Unkown things
That I don’t know.
I wish that I could tell you.
The words that I would say,
Sound as empty as the way you feel inside.
But the silence in between,
Tells me everything that you deny.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me good-bye.
I don’t know how you leave
It all behind.
I wish that I could tell you.
Is it true a heart heals
Itself with time?
I wish that I could tell you.
How do you choose?
Do you hurt them with the truth
Or with a lie?
Where do you go?
To own
I wish that I could tell you
How do you tell someone
You’re letting go?
I wish that I could tell you.
But you’re asking me things
That I don’t know.
I wish that I could tell you.
The words that I would say,
Sound as empty as the way you feel inside.
But the silence in between,
Tells me everything that you deny.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me good-bye.
I don’t know how you leave
It all behind.
I wish that I could tell you.
Is it true a heart heals
Itself with time?
I wish that I could tell you.
How do you choose?
Do you hurt them with the truth
Or with a lie?
Where do you go?
To find the courage you know
I could never find.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me good-bye.
Where do you turn?
Where do you go?
When you’ve finally reached
The end of the road.
How do you say it?
I just don’t know.
When it comes to leaving,
You’re on your own.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me
Good-bye.
That I don’t know.
I wish that I could tell you.
The words that I would say,
Sound as empty as the way you feel inside.
But the silence in between,
Tells me everything that you deny.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me good-bye.
I don’t know how you leave
It all behind.
I wish that I could tell you.
Is it true a heart heals
Itself with time?
I wish that I could tell you.
How do you choose?
Do you hurt them with the truth
Or with a lie?
Where do you go?
To own
I wish that I could tell you
How do you tell someone
You’re letting go?
I wish that I could tell you.
But you’re asking me things
That I don’t know.
I wish that I could tell you.
The words that I would say,
Sound as empty as the way you feel inside.
But the silence in between,
Tells me everything that you deny.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me good-bye.
I don’t know how you leave
It all behind.
I wish that I could tell you.
Is it true a heart heals
Itself with time?
I wish that I could tell you.
How do you choose?
Do you hurt them with the truth
Or with a lie?
Where do you go?
To find the courage you know
I could never find.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me good-bye.
Where do you turn?
Where do you go?
When you’ve finally reached
The end of the road.
How do you say it?
I just don’t know.
When it comes to leaving,
You’re on your own.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me
Good-bye.
Sunday, January 5, 2003
Lost Trust
Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing left for you here
Stop knocking at my door
The lock has remained chained
The door has been sealed
Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing for you here
Just a scorned soul
Stop knocking at my door
I tell you there is no one
In this wretched place
There is nothing for you here
There is nothing but a
A broken light
So stop knocking at my door
Stop knocking at my door
The lock has remained chained
The door has been sealed
Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing for you here
Just a scorned soul
Stop knocking at my door
I tell you there is no one
In this wretched place
There is nothing for you here
There is nothing but a
A broken light
So stop knocking at my door
There is nothing left for you here
Stop knocking at my door
The lock has remained chained
The door has been sealed
Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing for you here
Just a scorned soul
Stop knocking at my door
I tell you there is no one
In this wretched place
There is nothing for you here
There is nothing but a
A broken light
So stop knocking at my door
Stop knocking at my door
The lock has remained chained
The door has been sealed
Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing for you here
Just a scorned soul
Stop knocking at my door
I tell you there is no one
In this wretched place
There is nothing for you here
There is nothing but a
A broken light
So stop knocking at my door
Monday, August 10, 1998
Near You Always
Please don’t say, “I love you."
Those words touch me much too deeply.
And they make my core tremble.
Don’t think you realize the power you have over me.
And please don’t come so close,
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
Please don’t kiss me so sweet,
It makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow.
And please don’t touch me like that,
Makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow.
Please don’t look at me like that,
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
Please don’t send me flowers,
They only whisper the sweet things you’d say.
Don’t try to understand me,
Your hands already know too much anyway.
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
And when you look into my eyes,
Please know my heart is in your hands.
It’s nothing that I understand, but when in your arms,
You have complete power over me.
So be gentle if you please,
Because your hands are in my hair,
But my heart is in your teeth.
And it makes me want to make you near me always.
Those words touch me much too deeply.
And they make my core tremble.
Don’t think you realize the power you have over me.
And please don’t come so close,
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
Please don’t kiss me so sweet,
It makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow.
And please don’t touch me like that,
Makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow.
Please don’t look at me like that,
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
Please don’t send me flowers,
They only whisper the sweet things you’d say.
Don’t try to understand me,
Your hands already know too much anyway.
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
And when you look into my eyes,
Please know my heart is in your hands.
It’s nothing that I understand, but when in your arms,
You have complete power over me.
So be gentle if you please,
Because your hands are in my hair,
But my heart is in your teeth.
And it makes me want to make you near me always.
Saturday, August 20, 1994
In The Park
I wonder what you’re doing,
In the night out there.
Is a sad summer breath,
Tangled in your hair?
Can you hear the lonely engines,
Screaming through the town?
There’s nowhere to run,
When the darkness comes down.
Is there a song inside of you,
That you tried to forget?
Like your fake I.D.,
Or your mom’s cigarettes.
Does it take you back?
Is the vision intense?
You and me in the park at night,
Trying to make some sense.
You were just seventeen,
But your laughter was mild.
You liked my dreams,
You thought I was wild.
Is there a rhythm in your step now,
That reminds you of a dance?
Do you push it all away?
Because you never took the chance.
You’d sneak out your window,
When I’d come for you.
I’d be waiting in the streetlight,
On chandler avenue.
You’d slip into my car,
We’d drive down past the fence.
You and me in the park,
Trying to make some sense.
Did you feel like you were crazy,
When they sent you far away?
Did no one have the answers,
When you hung your head to pray?
You could not let yourself dream,
Never dare believe,
You could ever be more,
Than you were born to be.
Do you lock up your house,
Like you locked up your past?
If I were to call----
Could you free me at last?
Could you slip into my car?
Could we drive down past the fence?
You and me in the park,
Trying to make some sense.
In the night out there.
Is a sad summer breath,
Tangled in your hair?
Can you hear the lonely engines,
Screaming through the town?
There’s nowhere to run,
When the darkness comes down.
Is there a song inside of you,
That you tried to forget?
Like your fake I.D.,
Or your mom’s cigarettes.
Does it take you back?
Is the vision intense?
You and me in the park at night,
Trying to make some sense.
You were just seventeen,
But your laughter was mild.
You liked my dreams,
You thought I was wild.
Is there a rhythm in your step now,
That reminds you of a dance?
Do you push it all away?
Because you never took the chance.
You’d sneak out your window,
When I’d come for you.
I’d be waiting in the streetlight,
On chandler avenue.
You’d slip into my car,
We’d drive down past the fence.
You and me in the park,
Trying to make some sense.
Did you feel like you were crazy,
When they sent you far away?
Did no one have the answers,
When you hung your head to pray?
You could not let yourself dream,
Never dare believe,
You could ever be more,
Than you were born to be.
Do you lock up your house,
Like you locked up your past?
If I were to call----
Could you free me at last?
Could you slip into my car?
Could we drive down past the fence?
You and me in the park,
Trying to make some sense.
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