Post by willowsummers on Feb 21, 2010 0:25:11 GMT -5
I'm really nervous about this, but Billie Erin suggested I post some of my poetry. I'll try to limit it to the ones I think are most share-worthy. I warn you that I write in my more down moments.
Not about the Whedonverse.
Written in the order posted:
The Child
The Love I Never Had
Tall, handsome and cool
ever in love with me.
You'd cherish and protect me
like I yearned to do for you.
You were the love I never had.
I had it all planned out.
It was just as I needed
until I found myself crying.
I sat waiting for a phone call
and listening to promises that never came true.
Soon I knew you were the love I never had.
I try to forget what I thought I'd found;
the love I still need but can't have.
Because you aren't what I thought.
You were the love I never had.
Don't Need A Gun
My Childish Heart
Let Me Go In Peace
written tonight
A Way To Bleed
Written 02/21/10
If
The style's not all that great but I love my choice of women and the fact that it reminds me of this beautiful scene from Out of Africa.
Karen Blixen: If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?
Isak Dinesen is one of my personal favorite women.
I feel like I'm in the Dead Poet Society.
Not about the Whedonverse.
Written in the order posted:
The Child
I thought I would be great.
How could I not?
I thought I could fly;
dreaming and not knowing.
How could I not?
I thought I could fly;
dreaming and not knowing.
The Love I Never Had
Tall, handsome and cool
ever in love with me.
You'd cherish and protect me
like I yearned to do for you.
You were the love I never had.
I had it all planned out.
It was just as I needed
until I found myself crying.
I sat waiting for a phone call
and listening to promises that never came true.
Soon I knew you were the love I never had.
I try to forget what I thought I'd found;
the love I still need but can't have.
Because you aren't what I thought.
You were the love I never had.
Don't Need A Gun
Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head long ago
and kept on going.
You waste away your time,
wait away your dreams
and play away your loves.
Nothing has a meaning in your life.
Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head a long time ago
and kept on going.
What do you do
in your time alone?
Twiddle your thumbs
and wait for the next day?
Don't need a gun.
You shot yourself
in the head long ago
and kept on going.
Have you had any dreams?
No one knows and no one cares.
All you need it money,
looks and sex to make you happy.
Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head a long time ago
and kept on going.
Who do you love?
Not the one you live with
and not the one you don't.
You drove them all away with lies.
Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head long ago
and kept on going.
Does it mean anything
when someone is kind?
Would you know it
if you saw it?
No, you shot yourself
in the head long ago
and kept on going.
You waste away your time,
wait away your dreams
and play away your loves.
Nothing has a meaning in your life.
Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head a long time ago
and kept on going.
What do you do
in your time alone?
Twiddle your thumbs
and wait for the next day?
Don't need a gun.
You shot yourself
in the head long ago
and kept on going.
Have you had any dreams?
No one knows and no one cares.
All you need it money,
looks and sex to make you happy.
Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head a long time ago
and kept on going.
Who do you love?
Not the one you live with
and not the one you don't.
You drove them all away with lies.
Don't need a gun.
No, you shot yourself
in the head long ago
and kept on going.
Does it mean anything
when someone is kind?
Would you know it
if you saw it?
My Childish Heart
Open and innocent;
my heart gives up.
It falls foolishly,
leaves me shivering.
My mind is long gone
when the heart takes control.
All I see is its open arms
waiting for a lover's requite.
I pray for a love
for my poor unwanted heart.
Its devotion complete/its hope endless
and I follow it in fear.
my heart gives up.
It falls foolishly,
leaves me shivering.
My mind is long gone
when the heart takes control.
All I see is its open arms
waiting for a lover's requite.
I pray for a love
for my poor unwanted heart.
Its devotion complete/its hope endless
and I follow it in fear.
Let Me Go In Peace
I begged myself into your way.
I schemed myself into your face.
All I ever wanted
was to be inside your heart.
Now I'm leaving, let me go in peace.
I see you didn't want me.
I know you fought what I gave.
All I ever wanted
was to fill the void in your heart.
Now I'm leaving, let me go in peace.
I feel how much you hate me.
I learned I was a fool to love you.
All I ever wanted
was to give you my heart.
Now I'm leaving, let me go in peace.
I've found I can't hate you.
I've learned I can't hurt you.
All I want now
is to close off my heart.
Now I'm leaving, let me go in peace.
I'm begging you, let me go in peace.
I schemed myself into your face.
All I ever wanted
was to be inside your heart.
Now I'm leaving, let me go in peace.
I see you didn't want me.
I know you fought what I gave.
All I ever wanted
was to fill the void in your heart.
Now I'm leaving, let me go in peace.
I feel how much you hate me.
I learned I was a fool to love you.
All I ever wanted
was to give you my heart.
Now I'm leaving, let me go in peace.
I've found I can't hate you.
I've learned I can't hurt you.
All I want now
is to close off my heart.
Now I'm leaving, let me go in peace.
I'm begging you, let me go in peace.
written tonight
A Way To Bleed
Didn't want it.
Didn't ask for it.
But here it is;
the pounding in my heart,
the girlish grin,
the excitement of his words.
Take my heart away
so I can't feel this again.
It is only a pain to me;
merely a way to bleed.
Didn't ask for it.
But here it is;
the pounding in my heart,
the girlish grin,
the excitement of his words.
Take my heart away
so I can't feel this again.
It is only a pain to me;
merely a way to bleed.
Written 02/21/10
If
If I was Nefertiti,
would you bow for me?
If I was Marilyn Monroe,
would you lust for me?
If I was Edna St. Vincent Millay,
would your heart burn for me?
If I was Amelia Earhart,
would I make you soar?
If I was Sojourner Truth,
would you follow me?
If I was Mother Teresa,
would you admire me?
Who do I have to be
to get you to love me?
would you bow for me?
If I was Marilyn Monroe,
would you lust for me?
If I was Edna St. Vincent Millay,
would your heart burn for me?
If I was Amelia Earhart,
would I make you soar?
If I was Sojourner Truth,
would you follow me?
If I was Mother Teresa,
would you admire me?
Who do I have to be
to get you to love me?
The style's not all that great but I love my choice of women and the fact that it reminds me of this beautiful scene from Out of Africa.
Karen Blixen: If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?
Isak Dinesen is one of my personal favorite women.
I feel like I'm in the Dead Poet Society.
