Poem.

 She Says

She can't listen to that song with out thinking
of him.
she says thats crazy but
I think about that song and him,
I wanted to collide and coexist
but there were plans
made by others
what would he do if he knew
he was the first thought of my day and the last thought of the night?
She says things that are crazy.
she thinks things that are maybes
she says she just can't listen to that song without thinking of him.

Awhile.

So... It's been awhile.
Just like your favorite television series I took a long, long hiatus.
NaNo is two months and 2 weeks away, as is the P.A.D. Challenge.
I hope your still with me guys, and gals.

B.

p.a.d. chellenge

YOU AND I

Am I to believe that I'm so Insignificant
That you pass me bye?
They may be watching you
Judging every move you make
But I see the way you look at me.

And I long to dream of you again.
To walk bye and see  your eyes
 for my legs to go  weak
I want that rush, that crush.

                                                          But prying eyes believe lies
                                                           If they want to criticize
                                                          Let them be
                                   It could  just be you and I.

Even through I have sacrificed

And even lied
     Denied.

                                        I am  to believe that I'm so insignificant

                                 That the idea of you and I
                                     Is to be ostracized.

                                           I see the way you look at me.

PaD. ChElLeNgE

Day 22:

Creep.

Everything feels wrong

I must trust what I feel inside.

And what I feel inside

Is that you’re a creep

I feel your eyes

Creeping over my skin , face, hair and eyes.

You really are standing too close

And I can't move my lips fast enough

To get you to go

 They have told me that I am strong

But I know what I am inside

And what I feel inside

Is that I am week

 I am not your prize

And those words are lies

And it really shows

And I can't get away fast enough

 I feel your eyes.

Creeping.

* ~* ~*~Poem #2~*~*~*

Cellular Memory

 The Fortune teller is reading lines from our palms

As the Stars fall across the sky
She tells me about my kids
 three boys.

And our hearts are broken
You will only  have  one child. 
One day we will drift apart

But not in heart
My heart will remember  you
My arteries will always flow For you
Muscles will contract
Blood will flow
Straight to the heart

My veins  will remind me of the way
 your eyes drink me in
The times you touch my hand
The way you walk like the devil
In high heels

We ride the tilt 0 wheel
Till you throw up
I hold back your hair
It won't be that way I say.
Just another fortune teller.