To Tell You The Truth

Posted on January 19, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |

It makes so much sense to me;
Which is crazy.

The lies become true,
The fiction becomes reality.
 
I stumble on the here and now,
And dream about tomorrow.
Holding close to me the fabrication of what isn’t.
 
If nobody knows then who’s to care?
Who am I really hurting?
Really?
Do I care anymore that I’m not who I am?
Do I care that I’m not who I say I am?
Do I care that I’m not who you think I am?
 
Yet I can’t stop!
Won’t stop.
I’ve worked too hard to get here.
This web I’ve spun is far too sweet.
Why would I stop?
 
I’m convincing,
So convincing.
Yet I worry you see right through me.
 
I don’t want to lie to you,
But you like me better this way.

So I pander to your needs,
And create insecurity within me.

But now, I have to be honest with you;
I am not just telling a lie.

Would you believe me if I told you,
I was the lie.

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If I Had A Penny

Posted on January 16, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , |

If I had a penny for every time he broke your heart,
I would buy you a new heart.

For every ill spoken word he ever said against you,
I would buy you new and wonderful memories.

For every time you prayed to God for the pain to stop,
I would buy you a church.

For every time you tried to cover those bruises,
I would buy you new skin.

For each time you knew this wouldn’t be the last time,
I would buy you the strength to walk away.

For every time you cried for help,
I would buy you a happy thought to replace.

For every time you convinced yourself it was love,
I would buy you reality.

For every advice you got but turned away from,
I would buy you a new perspective.

If I had a penny for everything you’re going through,
I cry, as I know, it still wouldn’t be enough.

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Boy Meets Girl (Complicated Version)

Posted on January 8, 2010. Filed under: Short Stories | Tags: , , , , , , , |

The story of boy meets girl.
So sweet. So simple.
This story, however, is a little different. It goes something like this:

Boy meets Girl, Girl meets boy.
Boy says hi to Girl, Girl says hi to boy.
Boy really likes Girl, Girl really likes boy.
Boy asks Girl out for lunch, Girl says no.
Boy looks a little confused, Girl starts to explain.
Boy then listens to her story…

You see Girl was on her way to the jewellery store to collect her engagement ring. Girl’s Guy had asked Girl to marry her 2 weeks ago and well, the ring was a little too big so she took it back to get it resized the very next day after the proposal.

On her way to the jeweller that day, Girl decided to get off the bus a little early to have a look around the shops. It had been a while since she had shopped and loved the idea that she had this time to herself. Whilst looking around the shops, Girl noticed a girl standing in the window of a lingerie store. This girl was a window dresser. Girl stood staring at her for a while and quickly began to realise that she actually knew this girl. But from where? Girl thought. Girl decided to go into the store and speak to the girl. After a few seconds of introductions, both girls realised they knew each other from school. They had even been ‘best friends’ at one point. You see, it had been years.

They talked for a while. It was fun to catch up. The girl then asked Girl if she wanted to have lunch, but Girl had to decline as she still had to collect her ring and then had lunch plans herself. The girl asked Girl if she could tag along to the jewellers. Girl smiled and said yes. She didn’t have that many girlfriends and loved the idea of having this ‘girlie’ experience with an old friend.

So off they went. Talking and getting to know each other again.

As they got to the jewellers, the girl’s cell phone rang. She answered, very excited. Girl knew it was a guy on the other end of that call, so she decided to move away to give the girl a little privacy. Girl goes to the counter to collect her ring. The girl gets off the phone and smiling, walks towards Girl. The girl then starts to tell Girl that her guy is cooking dinner for her tonight. Girl then tells the girls she is lucky. The girl then shows Girl a picture of her guy.

It’s Girl’s Boy!

Girl drops the ring…

Girl runs out of the store towards the bus stop to meet Boy, where:

Boy meets Girl, Girl meets boy.
Boy says hi to Girl, Girl says hi to boy.
Boy really likes Girl, Girl really likes boy.
Boy asks Girl out for lunch, Girl says no.
Boy looks a little confused, Girl starts to explain.
Boy then listens to her story…

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Disclaimer:

Posted on December 31, 2009. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , |

I am not responsible for your happiness.
This you know is true.
I will try to love you the best I can,
But I can’t make any promises.

If I can’t make it, I’ll try and call beforehand.
But this may not be certain.
And if I do call, please do not expect me to stay on the phone longer than a few minutes;
I am very busy!

I will, on occasion, tell you how much I really like or even love you,
But don’t expect this regularly, as I only do this so you won’t leave me.
You see, I don’t like it when you go distant on me.
I realise then that you must be catching on,
So I do all I can to get you back loving me.

I probably will forget your birthday,
Or anything that means a great deal to you.
But I will expect you to remember mine,
And anything that means a great deal to me.

I don’t like you having other “friends”,
And especially don’t like the idea of you seeing other people. No!
But, I would like for you to be ok with me having other friends,
They’re just friends! Let’s move past this!

I want you to know when I am sick, or down or when I’ve had a bad day.
I need you to be there for me – always.
But please don’t be mad or upset when I can’t care less how your day went,
And, oh, is that a cold I hear coming on?

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My Smile

Posted on December 29, 2009. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , |

It slowly faded with time.
The hurt was too much to withstand.

Like a puppy waiting on its master;
I’d get excited at the prospect of even seeing you.

The ups were floored by the downs.
A glimpse, any sign of like was enough.

Like a baby waiting on a bottle;
I’d anticipate your arrival, your phone call; Just your text.
What a joke.

You weren’t right.
You weren’t whole.
So you ended up taking…
Wait, no.
Let’s be honest;
I let you take pieces of me to make you whole.

You made the whole me cry.
You made the whole me sad.
You made the whole me give and give some more,
Until there was no whole me left.

The lies, truth be told, were expected.
Why would I be surprised?

I never truly understood why.
Sadly, I don’t care.

No, the real sweet sadness in this story of you,
Is that I never smiled until I let you go.

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