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| "If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry." -Emily Dickinson |
| Hello My friend Important things reveal themselves When careless eyes do blink How are you? Rhetorical questions don't count Ask away your days Direct your simple interest away from me A fools life in brief Not MY idea of a night out Im deep like the sea You are far from it Idiots gestures Prove dense your reality-encased Blast! Off goes the cap My life, in all directions running It quickly disappears Too bad you suck as baseball ...Till' death do us part |
| The past / A maze of meaning / Molds my current state / Memories form my manual / For life. / Each situation a part of me / stays with me / I am not as wise as the tree out there / I have not endured centuries / But I grow / And change with the seasons |
| Sitting in the shadows Posessed by my quiet nature, I contemplate a plan for my existance. I observe those dumbfounded creatures Wound up in the hype of the typical life, I feel a different species. I hold my values and happiness dear to my heart As do they, But my values are not theirs My life sometimes passes me by on these days. And it is then, I question my purpse; If I am truly alive, Or a dead girl walking. I yearn for a sunny sky But I know the clouds will stay Until another day. |
| Open No Shut-pause Open Damnit! Close-wait Squeeze Open Still here... In this Hell. Close Squeeze Stay. Rivers beginning, Dreams drifting Thoughts sifting, Mind lifting Here-stay Smile Flood Blood-running Light-Coming ...me? Flying. |
| Crowd pleasing Stomach weasing Adrenaline teasing No reasoning People reading Stories pleading Media feeding Brains bleeding Government training Ideas raining Soulds draining Robots remaining Worlds stalling Bobs falling Voices calling Fools crawling Life ending Admittance pending Gods sending Them all to Hell. |
| I'm void of reason, Without a way. I am stuck within this grasp of life. It holds so tightly Can't it loosen its grip? LET GO! I need to breathe, feel again. I struggle to get away... A battle lost. We see murderers as what they are, But who ever thought life could kill. For I am dead-but it still holds me here by the throat Looks are decieving. |
| There are ways I feel sometimes It's easy to see through my transparency It's not a normal way If it's not your way Not a normal way Not a normal day Nothing is right unless it's yours to argue You make it your own There are things I see sometimes Just take a glimpse through these shades Of pink, black and green... Just colors you've never seen Places you've never been I wish you would see...this is me. There are things that I hear Things noone should hear It comes, it goes Through one ear and it knows It comes...it goes And out the other. Just listen for the voices... Not your own voice! Anything but your own voice. |
| In circles. Thinking accelerating. A million miles a minute. Of things long gone. Things today. And things I wish were here to stay. A dried up pond, My optimism becomes. Falling. Spinning in circles. |
| Gasoline Running on empty Running from empty, for empty Put on your sprinting shoes Ready, Set, Go! Standstill, steadfast Going nowhere quickly That behind you will outdo you That champion of the race Running on empty... The past just passed you by |
| A glimpse and run to the sun I run I see your stare Not really here. Not really there Not really anywhere Not on this earth You weren't at birth Somewhere else You were somewhere Anywhere but here A heartless place Don't show your precious face For you will glare And barely there you will stare. |
| All poems on this site are copyrighted by me! Take them and die a painful death |
| I just started writing to express myself recently. Dont take anything I write about too seriously. A lot is hypothetically speaking. I write when I see feelings I like or dislike, people I long for or fear, and anything else thats on my mind at any given moment. Enough said...Read on. |
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| *NOTE* All pieces of writing on this page are written by me, Heather Stone. If your going to use one of them which you probably arn't, at least be kind enough to tell me/ask me ahead of time. Thanks. I hope you enjoyed it without being too cirtical lol...Come back for updates often. I will be adding new and improved ones as soon as I get the brainpower and the time to do so. {Feb, 2003} |
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| The white within my black and grey. It seems so near, yet far away. The thunder in my day of bright. Aching pain, so wrong, yet right. Void of nonsense, void of truth. The rollercoaster of our youth. Standing still in fast paced streets, We ponder over lifes defeats. |
| A heart's afire, reaching out like misplaced wire, open armed and anticipating the touch of a passer by. Eyes locked, forming a tunnel from soul to soul. All sense falls through some black hole. Entranced by the pupil, forgetting everything your conscience has threatened before. The irrational is now seemingly destiny. The reel of possibiltiies begins to turn. Forgetting the credits, because this show has just begun. |