Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Revision cheaa
Throwing on a white coat,
A dissecting utensil in my hand,
Careful don’t drop it,
Steady and cut open,
Writing my name in cursive,
That’s what needs to be in hand,
Sharp and smooth,
Black Ballpoint,
Out of shape frog,
So green and yellow,
Until the touch of the utensil,
Cut open and the heart is ,
Deep brown,
Mine doesn’t feel right either,
We’re twins,
Except I’m alive
I Left the silent room
With my green goggles,
My rubber gloves,
Left my wallet,
Dirty utensil,
Ballpoint pen,
Time to dust you off,
I’m still beating,
Oh yes I am
Saturday, October 16, 2010
3 years ago
I wanted to write for cosmopolitan,
I had food on my table,
No one ever cooked for me,
at least I had money to buy it,
I went out every weekend,
Ice- skating, movies and parties,
I wasn't spoiled,
I worked and went to school,
Had time for any boy I wanted,
Studing for a nurse,
my family needs to survive,
I'm a wanted chameleon,
staying home on weekends,
studying my life away,
When friends call me it breaks me,
I have to turn them down,
Have no money on me,
no time for work either,
studying biology,
and since when did food become a luxury?
oh and guys? Forget them.
How can a social butterfly turn into a cacoon?
How can my nails turn from red to black?
Why do I have to cut my hair short?
Maybe that's all a part of growing up,
Sacrificing it all to move forward,
all for a future,
But what about living in the present?
Why am I not smelling the flowers?
But dissecting them in lab?
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
being a hearbreaker ( revised a bit)
Being a Heartbreaker
I pushed my door open,
just like I always-
pushed the best ones away,
and I was laughing at myself,
Made myself the joke,
Once I fell in love,
Once he got close,
I treated him no different,
He was captured by the highs
He was about to see the lows,
It rained on his parade,
And I just left him there,
I just kept playing,
with any live soul I chose,
When he made me laugh,
When I knew ,
I was about to crack a smile,
I was gone with the wind,
I always wanted to beat them at their game,
I always did,
Even when love called me,
I didn’t want to lose,
Today I decided to play fair,
I leave my heart open,
For real heartbreak,
Not just his
being a heart breaker
how simple it was,
yet, not at all
You end up getting beat at your own game,
And not know it at all
Monday, October 4, 2010
Being A Heartbreaker
just like I always-
pushed the best ones away,
and I was laughing at myself,
Made myself the joke,
Once I fell in love,
Once he got close,
I treated him no different,
I made him tear,
I even laughed at him
So I shut my eye,
on any vulnerability,
and just kept playing,
with any live soul I chose,
I always wanted to beat them at their game,
I always did,
I looked at it like a sport,
Even when love called me,
Pride always took over,
I got respect,
because I was a girl,
I never gave it to the men,
I decided to leave,
so I shut that door,
and opened a new one,
this time I played for us,
or I didn't play at all,
-being a hear breaker
how simple ,
yet, not at all