The Good, The Badd, and the Ugly
Cracked I perched upon a shaky wall and pondered briefly, should I fall the protective membrane around my heart would surely shatter all apart. and all the kings horses and all the kings men would never piece me back together again. I quickly peeked over the edge and jumped from the safety of my ledge. Motionless, lying brokenly the pieces, all thats left of me.
Couldn't resist posting this. I wrote it February 19, 1984. I was just 16. Ive given up my silly ways of getting your attention. Im growing up more every day and I'm begging for your attention. Im long past dolls and puppy love Im long past all those things. Im giving up these iron bonds Im ready for my wings. Im long past all those "school girl dreams" ...
Updated 11-16-2008 at 12:10 AM by Baddbaddgirl
Some of these aren't so great. Keep in mind I wrote this and a few others of these when I was 16. Blank Those angry eyes of love, defines. And heated speech of love beseech. Common motion, a new commotion. we softly move, into a groove. whispered nights, passion heights. The silence grows but, only shows. we run to touch or, just as much. our soft desire ...
Portraits Those vacant eyes, unseeing blue. Like calming seas, or morning dew. The cold, dark earth, a brand-new grave. The too-blank face, of silent, brave. You couldn't have known, that he would go. Severed roses never grown.
Riding in cars with boys You are silent, dark and mysterious. i stare out the window as we drive. Without a word You slide Your hand under my skirt. i suck in a quick breath of air and all the world disappears. Your fingers swirling, Swirling, SWIRLING around the very core of me and i am gone.
Rain I stare into your eyes, deep, dark, and brown. And feel my sanity slowly slip away. "Come here" you say. I lower my eyes, and whisper "You come and get me" Like a storm you are upon me, and I am lost. The wind whistles, blinding sheets of rain pummel the ground. You throw me on the desk, and capture my wrists in your hands. Nose to nose, ...
A cut which isn't seen only felt. Face to face with a salted, silken blade I made to fight but the force was never seen, only felt May I ever win over this feeling of hateful confusion? To win over these lies? but a voice, so speechless.
Mom ~ I know you think sometimes that my distance from you is a sign of how I feel. Partly that is my fault because I never really tell you. Loving you is like being a moth drawn too close to the flame. The fire is vibrant, warm, and beautiful. But if you get too close it will burn you. So I've learned how to fly all around and just outside the edges. Close... but not too close. I've learned how to keep from going down in flames. If it seems I ...
Chasing Chaos I will not call him. I will not call him. I will not call him. I reminded myself of this for probably the 100th time today. Irrationally, I played with the idea that we could still be friends. Maybe he really didn’t mean the words he said to me 92 days, 8 hours, and 33 minutes ago. I must be going crazy. We were fated to have one of those explosively dramatic endings from the beginning. I’ve tried ...
Torn my soul bent and broken. out of pure frustration i cry. i beg. you wrap your arms around me tenderly, but i am already torn.... tear me more. rope tight and biting into my skin. i struggle just to make it hurt a little more. you lie on your back. i perch on top my hands bound behind my back you twist ...