| WILD HORSES 7/19/01 Flirting was such a fun game, I thought it was so safe, so tame; Playing tag with teenage emotions Letting hormones control the reigns. Horses of morality flying across steep ravines Feeling so out control The crash of reaching the other side, Bringing me back to reality. Of being lost and alone... It start's out slowly, playing footsie during driver's ed. Then he get s bright idea and reciprocates ten-fold. His hand is cold, my heartbeat quick My stomach turns like an engine I gently shove his hand away. It bravely returns, lightly pulling at my leg. I cover them with my textbook. Later on it's back again. During a film about drunk driving. Teenage children dying. How wonderful... I stopped writing. and clinched my mechanical pencil tightly. Threateningly close to his greedy paw I catch his eye and let it wander to my weapon of choice... graphite. He removes his hand like lightening from my thigh; Knowing it will never return again, I smile, on the inside. I breath at regular intervals breifly close my eyes and decide; That game is for those I trust. The value that walks hand in hand with love. Dealing cards with those so close, Is a force that their feelings oppose. |
| 7/5/01 He had the patience, the tolerance, the state of mind. I had the look, the passion, and we both had the time. So I kissed him. And we kissed again... And again. And then a few more times. I knew I wanted more Later on I sat close I was curious Now I know... I don't want any more. I still wasn't satisfied. "Don't worry about calling me, "No pressure." ...just an evening of fun. So I grin and bare it Yet feel so exposed. For the girl who wants anything Gets so close to something Then blows her chances. Skips ahead Crosses the line. I said I didn't expect anything Yet I keep hoping anyway. |
| FALSE ARREST 7/1/01 The miserable clashing Crashing of egos. The clinking and banging My arrows piercing the chainmail, The shield of my friend. I ricochet onto the dust, He lies wounded in a stream. I still can't trust him. So I finish him off. Turn my head away from the changing colors; The changing colors of the stream. I released the dragons on his noble horse. I was so scared of getting trampled on by his steed. Hearts broke as I ran crashing through the path. There have been times when my fear was justified Though it was so well hidden... If only I knew; I placed it in my front-pocket. Instead of my wallet. I just handed it to a stranger Then at the first sign of danger Cuffed him, locked him away Never for my feelings, to feel again I have felt experiences undeniably But I only wish I could feel just the situation. The forest... not the trees. The book... not the page. Never can I assume what will be on the last page- For the most unsteady variable, The most nuerotic theif of hearts, Is me. |
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