Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Brat

Brat

Patience is a virtue
That is not in my possession
Not waiting in angst
Is my obsession

Attention I yearn for
Often not there
Then the nerves begin
This is the scare

Often this trait
That people look down
I want things now
Then people frown

Your focus on me
Is something of pleasure
So don’t put it off
Let’s share this relationship we treasure

Words on Paper

Words on Paper

Let this ink flow from my pen
And give words of inspiration
A light in a life
Full of devastation

Words of peace
Words of love
Give us strength
To rise above

Pen and paper
A window to my soul
Escape from reality
My mind on a stroll

Let these verses
Be ones that touch your heart
Take you away for a while
Then back to the start

Sweet Stranger

Sweet Stranger

Sweet stranger
New friend
Budding romance
The signals send

Mirando la luna
And the rising sun
Todos mis pensamientos
Know something’s begun

Butterflies in my tummy
Chills down my spine
Giggles for hours
When you start to rhyme

The path ahead
El camino
It will take us
A nuestro destino

A stranger no more
A new friend to old
Many many stories
Will be told

Dejo estos versos
Para continuar otro día
Y ver esta historia
Aparecer en maravilla

Not My Prince

Not My Prince

An intriguing journey
In search of a treasure
Something for yearning
What one can’t measure
How can it be?
The one that is desired
Just runs away
And hides
While a certain gem
A diamond in the rough
Isn’t for them
Doesn’t make the cut
Life is a game
In circles it goes
Wished to be tamed
And filled with woes
The heart does not see
It can only feel
It just needs to be
With what is real
I have his heart
But someone else has mine
The confusion begins to entwine
Reaching for me
Pulling away
Out come the tears
But I cannot stay
How ironic
Something wanted
Comes from something plutonic
The eyes looked into
The lips that are kissed
Different from
Those that are missed
What the hell?
Am I under the wrong spell?
All the dreams
Are right within reach
But it all seems
Too close
Not just right
Not the fairy tale
He’s prince charming
Just not mine
So back to square one
To see how it is done

Untitled 7/24/07

Untitled 7/24/07

An innocent soul
Or maybe she wasn’t
That night finally came
Where the man had done it
A fairytale prince
A hopeless romantic
All of that changed since
That evening so frantic
She was the girl
With no one to hold
So she looked for ways
Ignoring what she was told
So desperate for affection
Is hurting inside
She despises her reflection
Wants to run and hide
Her hero comes
On a galloping horse
Little did she know
He would change his course
Clouds overhead
Something is wrong
They’re now in the bed
This “prince” is strong
For her body he lusts
But she won’t give in
He wont take no for an answer
And so he begins
This girl had been untouched
By unloving hands
Still couldn’t give in
To his sexual demands
He sees her face
And doesn’t continue
Then starts the confusion
Of this venue
He apologizes with his voice
But not with his eyes
Now its her choice
To leave or stay with this demise
Stupidity arises
As she ponders the latter
Affection is her desire
And that is what matters
Will the sacrifice be made?
Can she live with this deal?
Probably for now
Until she can spin the wheel