Defrosting

Lack of feeling
Just so happens
  To be
   A feeling�
It�s just a so very dull one.

We crave the drama;
Some crave the stage�
       Others crave the scenery�
  Give me the love story

Tell me I mean something
More than I seem

Pretend you notice
When I smile
  And try
To meet your eyes
(they�re hard to look into;
like Medusa without the snakes)

monotony is
perhaps
worse than
depression.

No one ever looks my way and
I am never seen and
you never read my mind like I wish you would and
I know this is my fault but I�m so sick of trying and failing
And why
Am I
The only one
Who appreciates
Subtext?

My prose consists
Of things I�ve never
  Felt
And my advice
Is not born from experience
  And I am a mere hypocrite,
Spouting words of so-called wisdom

Wise?
Wisdom comes with bravery, does it not?
I never received my share.
I never speak to you.
Nunca voy a olviderte.
Ya tu me olvides.

We speak such a complex language
  If we speak at all
I know you don�t speak to me.

I am a pitiful Buddhist�
Questing for the unattainable�
  Living for the unknown.

I�d like to learn someday soon
How overrated kisses really are,
  Or if I�m not so insensible
   As I make myself out to be.
    I�d like to dance to my
     Favorite slow song,
      And feel for once as if
       It was something worth remembering
        And cherishing for always.
         Always, and forever.

I wish I knew
What the indentation was for.
I wish I knew
What I was talking about.
I wish I knew
Why they call it falling.

The song one wants to hear the most
Is never on the radio.

Never going to forget you.
You already forget me.
Couldn�t remember to begin with,
Impossible to be forgotten.
The name�s not Amy.

Honor Roll
Creative Writing Club
Concert Choir
Only yearbook photos
And application fillers�

Poetry
Prose
Carefully hidden sketches
Inkblots on my wall
And on my sheets

Tears

You�ll never see.

Not numb only
Also lonely
Unintentional rhyme
For less than a dime
Intentional that time.

No pity, nor
Condolences,
Nor someday.

It is not
Today and that
Is not
Enough
For me
When I need
Something
This
Desperately.

Routine
Does not
Agree
With me.

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