Post by Yoshifrog on Jan 29, 2007 21:38:42 GMT -5
POEM # ONE
Your eyes are clouds.
Fogged.
Like the glass of the school bus on a frosty day.
Or a pitcher of lemonade in the midst of the summer.
I can’t read them. Not anything within them, a least.
They do have a cover. A vague cover, the words faded from years of
Misunderstanding and lies. I read the words to myself. Leave a mental list.
Shy. Kind. Intelligent.
But what lies under that cover? Those shimmering blue eyes that put the brightest stars in the sky to shame? And why must the deepest blue be laced with a cover so thick and foreboding that no one can open it? Or maybe, no one has ever dared try.
Not a soul.
They are afraid of what may lie beneath.
The fear that the book is opened, the story will be one that scars for a lifetime.
Or that if the scab is removed, the wound hidden underneath will reopen- maybe never close.
Or maybe someone will open the book, and read only the things that you’d expect to read from anyone.
And it was all out of shyness.
Yet I am shy.
And though my life is filled with hardships
Few have left a scar
Many scars are fading.
So could it just be shyness?
I must contradict.
My eyes are open.
My pages easily viewed
There is no fog.
There is no cover.
He isn’t an open book.
He’s hiding something underneath those misty blue eyes.
You should have told me then...
His eyes breath
You can see their chests rise and fall like the gentle waves of the sea
You and me. You watch me, up the mountain I crawl
So eager to finally see
My heart stops, you draw nearer, yet suddenly recline
I’m hoping that there’s a spark
Doors are locked, you can’t tell I wish you were mine
I’m still here, trapped in the dark
Are you there? You seem empty, like you don’t even care
I’m nothing to you, so-
Is life fair? Not at all, yet it’s hard not to stare
At the floor, head hung low.
Say goodbye
I’m not worthy, I should throw my dreams away
As I cry
I will lose my tears but still my heart will stay
Close my eyes
Life is beating hard upon my bedroom door
Paralyzed
Numb the pain away, bring strength for what’s in store.
Your eyes are clouds.
Fogged.
Like the glass of the school bus on a frosty day.
Or a pitcher of lemonade in the midst of the summer.
I can’t read them. Not anything within them, a least.
They do have a cover. A vague cover, the words faded from years of
Misunderstanding and lies. I read the words to myself. Leave a mental list.
Shy. Kind. Intelligent.
But what lies under that cover? Those shimmering blue eyes that put the brightest stars in the sky to shame? And why must the deepest blue be laced with a cover so thick and foreboding that no one can open it? Or maybe, no one has ever dared try.
Not a soul.
They are afraid of what may lie beneath.
The fear that the book is opened, the story will be one that scars for a lifetime.
Or that if the scab is removed, the wound hidden underneath will reopen- maybe never close.
Or maybe someone will open the book, and read only the things that you’d expect to read from anyone.
And it was all out of shyness.
Yet I am shy.
And though my life is filled with hardships
Few have left a scar
Many scars are fading.
So could it just be shyness?
I must contradict.
My eyes are open.
My pages easily viewed
There is no fog.
There is no cover.
He isn’t an open book.
He’s hiding something underneath those misty blue eyes.
You should have told me then...
His eyes breath
You can see their chests rise and fall like the gentle waves of the sea
You and me. You watch me, up the mountain I crawl
So eager to finally see
My heart stops, you draw nearer, yet suddenly recline
I’m hoping that there’s a spark
Doors are locked, you can’t tell I wish you were mine
I’m still here, trapped in the dark
Are you there? You seem empty, like you don’t even care
I’m nothing to you, so-
Is life fair? Not at all, yet it’s hard not to stare
At the floor, head hung low.
Say goodbye
I’m not worthy, I should throw my dreams away
As I cry
I will lose my tears but still my heart will stay
Close my eyes
Life is beating hard upon my bedroom door
Paralyzed
Numb the pain away, bring strength for what’s in store.