I could never be that girl
The one who looks good in a tight dress
The one who is confident and charming
The one who stands out in a crowd.
I’m the one who’s quiet
The one who’s happy to be on the sidelines
The one who questions her confidence
The one who prefers to stay hidden
Such a simple act
Didn’t have much to say
One simple look
Took my breath away
All you did was look
All you did was stare
I couldn’t believe my eyes
But a second glance I dared
It has been a while since I saw you in this light
Oh you are such a sight!
I wouldn’t mind if we did it again
In fact, I’m looking forward until the next
I guess that’s all we are
That’s all we ever will be
You’ve made it clear so many times
So now I know
I know my place
And there I’ll be
Until you want to find me again
i can’t blame you if you don’t feel the same way as i do
can’t blame you even if i really wanted to
you joke around and it’s so easy for you
because the feeling is not as mutual as i’d like to think it so
i’d leap at every opportunity to be with you
yet you easily turn me down
you flirt around a girl you find attractive
can’t do anything about it because you are not mine to own
you ask if i’m okay but that’s not what you should be asking
ask me if i’m jealous,
ask me if i’m hurt
because pretending to be okay is easy
but what i’ve been wanting to do is tell you the truth
all you have to do is ask the question that you didn’t
One day I will find the love of my life,
I will be the best at what I do,
I will forgive and forget
I will find true happiness no matter what comes my way.
One day I will look no more
for I have found what I’ve been looking for.
That one day may not be tomorrow
but I know it will surely come.
Bathe in scarlet moon shine
the shadow of the star casts down
Eyes of emerald-green close softly
laying down under the mango tree
Horses dance and the snow falls upward
rainbows bow down
The sun trembles, shivers ; doing what it is told
The fish held its breath
A hail of cold fire descended from the heavens
as the entire galaxy opened up
The frog sang in beautiful tenor
all for the dreamer, dreaming them all
The beautiful dreamer lay still, sleeping
in almost perfect silence
wrapped in sheets of linen white
while the golden brown hair limps sadly
set me on fire
until I am nothing but charred ashes.
drink the nectar of life from me.
you’ve taken everything,
why stop now?
the blood that flows beneath delicate skin
uncovered by shaking fingertips,
have never seen daylight this beautiful.
my soul is washed with warmness
from a stare colder than ice.
he’s taken everything from me
and he’s not stopping now.
the end of my beginning starts with this presence
one that he never seems to notice.
I am drained of courage and I can never speak
it starts fast, quicker than the speed of light
and that funny feeling when you’re around
goes on a roller coaster ride once more
so why stop now?
…the one by the coffee machine racking it down
simply standing still, not making a sound.
…the one your friends call nerdy who looks like a clown
but hey, at least I got my feet on the ground.
…the one by the pool not saying a word, not speaking
ignored by everyone, invisible like the wind.
…the one in the library not a friend and sulking
somehow lost, waiting for someone to stop being blind
…living by the street, scraping for food
day to day is a struggle.
…who can’t make up her mind, always has a swinging mood
always in hand is a bagel.
Yes! This me whether you like it or not
this is who I am, that’s what I’ve got
a silver shade in pale moon light
across the swamp of misty haze,
comes a figure of a knight
his horse running in a blaze.
despite the starry, starry night
despite the moon beam that gazed,
the knight’s face is hidden from sight
just like the moon in its new phase.
mysteriously he passes by
never stopping at all
people often wonder why,
he never hears their call.
even when the maiden fair
called out for his help
he did not stop, didn’t seem to care
not even when she yelped
so on he goes through the fog of darkness
reaching out to no one
covered in thick mud of harshness
his knightly days are done
it would seem that every bit of kindness
he had left, is now gone
one can’t help but feel pity
this knight that used to shine.
now he wanders from city to city
pretending to be fine
I went to the doctor. He x-rayed my head.
He stared for a moment and here’s what he said.
“It looks like you’ve got a banana in there,
an apple, an orange, a peach, and a pear.
I also see something that looks like a shoe,
a plate of spaghetti, some fake doggy doo,
an airplane, an arrow, a barrel, a chair,
a salmon, a camera, some old underwear,
a penny, a pickle, a pencil, a pen,
a hairy canary, a hammer, a hen,
a whistle, a thistle, a missile, a duck,
an icicle, bicycle, tricycle, truck.
With all of the junk that you have in your head
it’s kind of amazing you got out of bed.
The good news, at least, is you shouldn’t feel pain.
From what I can see here you don’t have a brain.”
– Kenn Nesbitt