Poetry and Lyrics

I apologize for such a long period between posts. I had forgotten exactly which email I had created this account with, and similarily, I had no clue as to the password I might have used. Well, I finally found it out, so here's a post with the poetry and lyrics I've written since I've been away. I'll post more in a decent time period.


ALL THEY SEE
I feel like a wind chime
Or maybe a guitar
Perhaps I am a clarinet
Or a piano at the bar
I'm making simple melodies
And people listen on
And though I'm hollowed out inside
All they see is song

Gentlemen in the corner
They laugh and wag their tails
They point out my mistakes and flaws
They make me weep and wail
Yet here I'll play my pretty noise
So they can listen on
And though I'm hollowed out inside
All they'll see is song
How long 'til my hollow fills?
When will my empty end?
Can people see through melodies
And finally comprehend
That I am hollowed out inside
Or will they just see song?
I guess I'll play my pretty noise
Since they just listen on
I'll keep on making melodies
'Cause all they see is song



MY WORDS (to be completed)
...
...
Staring out the window at the green side
Can't figure it out, believe me I've tried
Fishing for a feeling
But I'm shuffling 'stead of dealing

Where are my words?
What's on my tip?
My tongue holds still when I want it to slip
Where are my words?
Why don't they rush out?
I can't even whisper when I want to shout
Where are my words?



(UNTITLED) (to be completed)
The sun's breath is kissed by the wind
I can feel it on my skin
When I'm with you
When I'm with you
The moon glances softest beams
They wrap around me or so it seems
When I'm with you
When I'm with you



SISTER
Sister, oh sister, I need you to listen.
The wind has been tousling my hair.
I asked it quite promptly my most pressing question:
"Will you carry a message so fair?"
The wind answered "maybe, I just might be able.
What is the message to send?"
I said "it is short and it’s really quite simple—
Send love to my sister, my friend."

NOT THERE (to be finished)
whoa, I’m in too deep,
And whoa, I’ve come so far,
And oh, I thought you would keep me,
But no, you're just gonna scar.

Sometimes when the storm clouds gather
I don't care,
'cause even when the sun shines through,
What does it matter if you're not there?
You’re not there.

Why you backing down?
Wait, what'd you say?
Hold on, I won't be pushed around.
Hold up, I’m not your babe.

Sometimes when the night is dark
I’m not scared,
'cause I know I’ll be safe and sound
Even if you're not there,
You’re not there.

[Need to write a third verse...skip it for now]

So next time when you come around
I’ll be prepared
Yeah, when you want to treat me right
Don’t be surprised if I am not there,
I am not there.
I am not there.



GRANDMA DIED
Cranberry canoodles
Spaghetti strapped poodles
Cham el e on hip hop dance
Box elder bug in my pants

Chorus:
Cuz my grandma died
I shoulda cried
You shoulda cried
We all shoulda cried

Karate chopped beef
Black squirrels in the wreathe
Tornado caught lice
Lace creamsicle price

White Jackson crack
Milk snot attack
Candy corn praise
Fig newton maze

(Chorus)
(Chorus)



MY PANTS
Someone told me long ago,
“Keep your pants on, son,” and so
I buttoned up and zipped them tight
And prayed and wished with all my might
That they should never come undone
So no one else will call me “son”
‘Cause I’m a daughter, born and bred
And I’ll be one until I’m dead.

Fear of Boxes

Okay, so here's a short moment that I'm working on developing into a full-blown story. I don't know much about the story, so I can't give you much background--I'm still developing it. I still haven't found character names. But this will probably be a chapter of something I write:


“I’m surprised to see you here.” A hint of humor contaminated the astonishment in his voice.

I didn’t see anything funny about the situation. “I could say the same to you,” I replied, careful to keep my words emotionless while I traced the grains of the wood floor.

He laughed. “No, I mean I’m surprised that you’re on an elevator.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that,” I said, tightening my already tense jaw.

“Well, let’s see...” I watched through my peripheral vision as he leaned against the elevator wall, folding one arm across his chest and rubbing his chin with the other hand. “Last time I checked, you had severe elevator-phobia.”

I turn to him, glaring a thousand ice-daggers at him. “So what? That was the last time you checked. I’m over it now.” My irritation seeped through my teeth.

He raised his hands defensively. “Okay, okay,” he said, shaking his head. “I guess I could be wrong. It just surprised me, that’s all. People don’t usually get over that kind of stuff.”

“Well, I did. It’s just a box that moves. Besides, I don’t like climbing the stairs, so of course I’m on the elevator.”

“I thought you said using the stairs was a good workout.”

“Maybe I don’t like good workouts.”

“So you like bad ones?”

“Don’t get smart with me!” I hissed. “How can you even joke around right now? You just showed up out of nowhere and you expect me to be all buddy-buddy with you? No. I don’t know what you’re doing here, but leave me alone!”

“Are you sure you’re not afraid of elevators anymore? You’re getting pretty testy.”

“It has nothing to do with the elevator!” I half-shouted, throwing my arms down in a tantrum. “It’s you!”

He looked smug for some odd reason that I didn’t understand. “What floor are you?” He asked calmly.

“I’m not telling you,” I replied childishly.

“Relax. I’m not asking so I can stalk you or anything. I’m asking so I can push the button. We haven’t moved this whole time.”

My stomach dropped. We hadn’t moved? “I pushed the button before you got on.”

“You did?” We both looked toward the buttons.

“Yeah, and you pushed one when you got on, too.” None of the lights were lit.

“Maybe I didn’t push it hard enough.”

I held my breath as he reached. He pushed the button.

Nothing happened.

He pushed the button again. And again.

“Huh. I guess it’s stuck,” he muttered.

The walls contracted slightly and spun around me. “Stuck?” I squeaked. I cleared my throat. “What do you mean stuck?” My voice didn’t squeak so much this time, but it quivered a bit.

His gaze met mine urgently. “Well, not stuck, really. It’s just...we’re just...”

“We’re stuck,” I supplied. There was no denying it. I was stuck in an elevator, and I would never get out.

“Well, yeah, but it’s okay,” he said as he pushed the emergency button. “This happens all the time. We’ll be out of here before you know it.”

“Right, we’ll be fine. Right,” I repeated, trying to convince myself.

“Hey, look at me.”

I couldn’t look at him. I was terrified, absolutely terrified. We were going to die.

“Look at me,” he repeated.

I shook my head. I wouldn’t look at him for several reasons. First of all, who was he to tell me what to do? Secondly, he would see how scared I was and then he’d laugh at me, the girl who supposedly wasn’t afraid of elevators anymore. And third, I was literally frozen in place—it was all I could do to keep breathing.

Suddenly a strong set of hands turned me toward the man I wanted to kill. He searched my eyes, but instead of laughing, he cursed.

“Dammit, I said you’re going to be fine. It’s just a box that moves, right?”

“But it’s not moving,” I whimpered.

“Not right now, but it will. I pushed the emergency button. People are coming. They’ll fix it, and then you don’t have to ever get in this box again.”

I nodded. Or at least I tried to nod. I’m not sure if my head moved at all. “I think I need to sit down,” I said slowly. He let go of me and I slumped to the floor.

He stood there, staring at me for a moment before he sat down on the other side of the elevator. He continued staring at me, but at least he was on the other side of the elevator. At least he was giving me as much space as he could in this stupid box. I put my head between my knees and focused on my breathing again.