Another Dream
No, Mother!
I refuse
to go on with this “normal American” ruse
done, pretending we see eye-to-eye
You have your dream, I have mine.
and I’m no fan,
no fan of your average American plan
This life span,
Perfect man, Plot of land,
Box of sand, Degree in hand,
that you, Mother, have prepared For Me.
Why can’t you see!?
Why can’t you see that this life,
Your life,
is not For Me?
...Not the white picket fence
mortgage three decades to pay
Not Mr. and Mrs. Boy-next-door
(or something more cliché)
At one-forty-seven American Way
located in Suburbia, USA
Not the Framed, Famed, Great college diplo
Since I fell in love…
I discovered myself to be
fragile
I have watched what happens
when the one you love
is not careful
with your greatest gift
you have to give:
your heart
I have seen how
the heart breaks
it is not
a clean cut
nor the falling apart of pieces
like a machine
A heart breaks like glass
it shatters
the shards are sharp
and the fragments come
in the millions…
Yet, though I have seen
the shattering of a heart
the destruction of a person...
I choose
to give my heart
I choose to drink the potion
and pray
it is not poison
I love you, asshole by princesswanderer, literature
Literature
I love you, asshole
Okay, you got me!
Congrats, you have
officially
pissed me off.
Are you happy?
How about
entertained?
I can see you
and your
giggling!
It is not a
“manly” laugh.
You think that by
hugging me
you will fix the
annoyance
you have caused
Fine, but don’t you forget:
I love you, asshole
Life keeps getting in the way and my scanner thing on the computer is not working so I might not post something for a while :( :( :( so sadddddd I will try though
The music brings the tears
Each note a remembrance of pain;
The person you see
Is not who she looks to be
Maybe listening will help
Her words have meaning,
She has a point,
Like a needle that's waiting for the thread,
To begin creating
Do you see her perspective?
no
no
no you don't.
You wont until trying
Takes its place
She seems unintelligent
immature,
hopeless,
But that is not the case
Listen.
Listen!
She swims in a swamp,
The arms of creatures,
Pulling her down
The secret has its price,
No one will listen,
The love is drifting
drifting
drifting
Where does she part?
The center of her heart is breaking,
the needle wants to sow,
Music