One Word Was All

Be careful what you say to someone.
You never know what one word
What one statement
They will remember for the rest of their life.

some simple comment
one simple compliment
that degrading remark

You never know how much
it could possibly affect
the paths they choose to take.

the end

Why do I feel this way
...still?
I just sit here and cry
(but I'd never admit that to you)
I didn't love him
We both knew that
But I don't know why I'm
still sitting here looking through
tear blurred eyes.

All I can do is write...
How I wish I could call
How I wish I could stop by
(and let you wrap me in your arms)
Neither of us do the 2nd time around thing
...And that's not what I want.
I just want you.

Why?

I Like Books That Make Me Cry

I like books that make me cry,
They evoke sufficient emotion.

Maybe I'm a little too much like Emma Bovary.

I'd never kill myself, though.
but, someone else...sure.
If I can gut a deer, I
can also skin you, too.
My heart is deep.

Deep and black

I don't show it to most
Only those few who need to fear me.

You're My Friend?

I feel so detached
From everything
I have to stop and chat
with everyone
This way I have friends
visually, at least
It fills my small space
set aside
for daily social abilities

Norah Jones

Laying in my room
not really trying to sleep
knowing I need it.

Norah Jones on repeat.
Five; Six times, now,
and my mind wanders...

Writers of Past

I long to write
like the
writers of past.

Eloquent words
placed ever so carefully
on each page.

Spilled out from
within
their soul.

Seemingly as though they
must think in rhythm
to produce such beautiful verse.

Spontaneous and Intimate Thoughts

as I lay here in the light
watching my ink roll
I contemplate my life
and all I've gotten myself into

I feel like an artist
deep in the night
having confined myself to my studio
until I produce some work worth merit

my eyes shifting
following the pen
everything falling in and out
of focus

listening to oldies
I know most of these songs
they're all before my time
they had good music then

pouring out my spontaneous,
intimate thoughts
personal or not
still, and deep from within

sleep drifts, closer
as my eyes begin to droop
and my pen nears the edge
of the
page.

This

I am having issues
I like you
and most days I want you
but
I don't want this

This wasn't supposed to happen in the first place
I didn't want a relationship
I didn't want a man
I was doing just great on my own

Where did you come from
Where did this come from
I didn't have a reason to say yes
and yet,
I still didn't say no.

Who Am I?

I am a confused young lady
who feels she does not know much about herself
but sees she is changing.

I am a computer addict
who is online whenever possible
and often puts it in front of other responsibilities.

I am a lover of music
who enjoys Enya, Black Sabbath, and Nelly
but can not carry a tune in her own head.

I am a writer less than I would like
who was ecstatic when published
and hoping for more chances of the same.

I am an independent teenager
who can take care of everything herself
but is still dependent on her parents.

I am a college bound student
who is a successful slacker
and yet is passing all her classes.

I am a drama nerd
who is involved in every school production
but is afraid of the stage (and herself).

I am just a geeky little girl
who looks at herself, questioning, wondering,
and can not quite tell who she should be.

I am a soccer player
who loves the game over many things
but would rather do anything than practice.

I am a bare foot babe
who hates shoes
and loves climbing trees.

I am an outsider, and probably always will be
who has many acquaintances
but very few friends.

I am a student of life
who wants to experience things hands on
and occasionally gets herself in too deep.

I am a rebellious spirit
who wants to go against everything
but rarely does.

I am a small child at heart
who wants to stick her finger in the peanut butter
and eat the cookie dough.

I am an untrusting individual
who resents anyone who tries to help
but wants one person who understands.

I am a lover of words
who yearns to expound upon my vocabulary
and yet cannot spell elementary words.

I am an ear full of piercings
who tastefully wants more
but must wait till the time is right.

I am a canvas made of skin
who paints its portraits with clothing
and accessories of all genres.

I am a hunter
who has yet to get her first deer
but is still determined.

I am an indecisive homo sapien
who is unsure how to classify herself
and is not sure she fits anywhere.

I am a Christian
who is not always sure how she feels
but knows her faith non-the-less.

I am an only child
who has three sisters
and one living brother.

I am a night owl
who will stay up till all hours of the morning
but do not wake me once I am sleeping.

I am a beautiful young lady
who is a myriad of things
and continues to improve on herself.

Diverse

Who am I?
I hang around with
the kids who wear black
and some who are.