Anyone want to read some crappy poetry?

May 30, 2005

Entry whore! Wheeee.

Okay, so as I've said 1,000 times, I really dig living by myself. There's the naked factor, the porn factor, the decorating factor, the luring innocent boys into my apartment factor, but...

Today I went to finish up in my old apartment, and all my roommate's stuff was gone, and it was empty, and I just had this overwhelming feeling of craptastic depression. I am truly ALONE now! There aren't going to be any dogs waiting to greet me at the door, no roommates to make me cookies or watch the 6:00 rerun of Friends with. And we didn't even have any roommate closure! So now I feel I have to write her a sappy email or something.

Blah. I'll be fine... I'm well versed in living by myself. But right now I just feel a little lonely. My mommy is going to Utah for a few months on Thursday, and yeah.. poo. But I still have my Ali-Kat and soon enough, we're going to be bringing on the boys. Awww yeah. For some reason, I'm almost 100% sure that at some point in the next 6 months, there will be at least one boy that will be lured into that which is my bachelor's pad. Look out, boys of Texas!

Plus, my writing class starts on Wednesday! I'm 100 kinds of excited about that. Also, tomorrow I go to the doctor and find out officially how much weight I've lost. That is good.

Anyway, the real point of this entry is that I went to the farm yesterday and I went through some boxes I brought there when I moved back from Austin. I found my little folder of poems that I wrote when I was 13, and I feel like I must share a poem or two. They are really, really, really BAD, people. Just so you know. Don't you love when people share horrible poetry with you?

Here is one that is apparently untitled. I probably wrote it in the Spring of 1993, when I wrote most of my horrible poetry.

He left me in a sea of pain
I fell for the act once again
I thought that he liked me, I thought that he cared
he didn't even think of all we could have shared
I kept falling deeper and deeper
and now all I get is weepier and weepier
He didn't think about how I feel
how will my wounds ever heal?

*wipes a tear away*

Here's a poem I found in the box that I just feel I must share. It's from November of 2002, and *groan* it's called "The Ballad of Liz and Matt." I know you can't wait!

There she was, a vision in cammo
she sat there while he pumped her full of ammo.
she left in tears that day
and the rest is history, so they say.

in the beginning, it was pretty
oh, it took a while for things to get shitty.
a dozen roses, some romantic gestures
later turned into a series of angry lectures.

it only took a few months for the real truth to come out
she was socially inept, he would take the amarous route.

years went by, and so did a comfortable bliss
there was often questions - does true love really feel like this?
packed her bags on Friday, stay until Sunday
she found a way to escape her world and come back on Monday

She wrapped herself in him over the years
now she finds herself isolated and alone, shedding so many tears
she thought it would last forever
but no longer will they be together.

the ballad of Liz and Matt is over
no longer will they hold hand as lovers
no longer will they live in a domestic bliss
it was time, and someday they'll be thankful for this.

Oh..kay. Good times.

And since I was kinda inspired by the craptasticness of it all, I tried to write a little poetry before I went to bed last night. Here is the fruits of that labor:

they said it wouldn't last
and I would always ask,
"Why, can't you see?
He loves me."

There's only so much love can do
and after a while, you put an end to me and you.
Now I feel like I'm wasting my tears
Why couldn't I ever put a stop to all the wasted years?

Excuses and lies,
caressed thighs
passionate kisses but different thoughts
you taught me to be careful what I sought

How do I expel you from my life for good
when I never thought you would?
The pain, once unbearable, is starting to fade,
on the one-time love that I thought we made.

Maybe I should keep my day job.

Here's another from 7th grade...

TOYS
Once there was a boy
who had no toys
of what a sad boy he was.
when he looked around him
he saw others
who did have toys
and thought,
"I know they take them for granted."
He hid his pain well
no one knew what was wrong.
Except him, the boy who had no toys.

That was beautiful social commentary, wasn't it?

And here's another one I wrote last night:

You took the years away
for that wicked game you play
you didn't want it, but you couldn't let it go
time went by and we didn't grow.

the days have been wasted
shroud of apathy
easier said than done
so it continued

the kisses still invoked passion
but words still meant nothing
and then it came to an abrubt halt
and forever turned into a memory.

it shouldn't have to be a waste
it shouldn't have to be a lie
but the power lies on one side
and the bed we made together is empty.

I suck at writing poetry.

Anyway, that is all. I am going to bed soon, for there is captioning to be done tomorrow.

For the time being, I'm watching Metal Mania on VH1 classic and Inside Out on Motley Crue on regular VH1 because it pleases the horny metal bitch that has lived inside me for 12 years now. Man, Nikki Sixx is still so fucking hot.

Also, my baby Charlie slept with me last night and that made me happy. He's my puppy baby! Puppy baby.