Not My Lips

He always kisses my neck.
I suppose,
That is because I won't lend him my lips,
Even for a season
Or a one night stand.

How I feel

I'm so confused
and it's not by anything
It's just my own thoughts
the denial
and
reality of them.
I know how I feel.
I don't know
what to do with
how I feel?

I like him
I don't l**e him!
...do I?
How
...could I?

I know how I feel
but what to do
with how I feel?
Do I keep it to myself
or
share?

I'm just afraid.
I may wreck my feelings
by giving into them
or
my heart
for not.

Days To Come

succeed with life
inspired to write
think of being different
gotta model the best way

sometimes you won't change
I caught myself

distorted future
clouded dreams
sober visions

its using friends to learn
smoking is bad
college is abusing
and life's not through
till you've lived it all

To Cry

to cry,
drop a tear,
gently,
splashing,
a small dot on the paper,
drys up,
is gone,
never there,
no one knows.

One-Sided Conversation

Hello there.
Yes,
Yes, I'm talking to you.
Oh...well, I didn't want much.
No, I just wanted to see how you were doing.
You know...since we haven't talked in so long.
Good, I'm glad you're well.
Me? Well, I've been kind of lonely lately.
Oh, of course.
Yes, I understand.
Take care of yourself.
GOOD SEEING YO...

Ah, people these days, so busy...

Dear God

What is it you want from me?
Why is it you have placed me here?
Why is it that I ask so many questions?

Trust is Complicated

Those who trust
and those who don't
just don't get along.
Those who trust
think everyone should trust.
Those who don't
...well...they don't.
So one doesn't trust the other
- because they don't trust back.
And the other...
...the other just doesn't trust.
So the trusting don't trust
because the non trusting doesn't trust
and before long, we all become a
non trusting nation full of
non trusting people,
because those who trust
think that those who don't
should.
And trusters don't trust
each other because...you never know.
Yet, the non trusters do trust
because they know they can't
Trust each other.

So in the end, I don't trust you
unless you don't trust me
then, and only then,
I just might trust you.

Razor Burn

as you walk away from me
I feel the acid
sink into my flesh.
the sweet citrus
beginning to sting,
wearing away at my veins
seeping into my wounds.

when you spoke,
I heard nothing.
the only sound now,
comes from my wrist,
as the orange juice
(spilt from my trembling hand)
burns into my fresh
razor burn.

Last Saturday Night

I don't need a guy.
Really, I don't even want one,
Or at least I didn't...
But guess who met me last Saturday night!?
Thats right!

He met me out back the store last Saturday night.
I stepped out and before I knew it
he had his arms around me.
Now that was the last thing that I expected
...from anyone at this point.
So, you see, he about got himself smacked,
but I realized who had me.
How sweet a soul.

We had dinner that night,
and went for a stroll.
It was the last thing I would have planned,
but he had surprised me.

The last thing I would have expected
Turned into one of the greatest
...of all time.
When he surprised me with that ring,
last Saturday night.

Sweetness

Sweetness is so very sweet,
Yet, it sometimes has such a bitter taste.
It hands you the world,
...and on a silver platter at that.
But I never wanted this treatment,
I wanted to earn the world
on my own accord.

Sweetness treats you so very well,
as though you are fragile
...in every aspect of this world.
Sweetness looks up to you
from down below your pedestal.

Sweetness is so sweet,
...so sweetly sickening,
like devouring to many sweet chocolates
in such a short time.