He told me one day
that he used to have
a thing for this headstrong
smart and independent girl
whom he used to take walks with
at odd hours of the day
and that he used to dream
about waking up next to her
and as he painted this picture
in my head, I saw her
and I thought to my self
I used to know that girl
She and I used to have
great talks and she used
to have radiant eyes
but now they are sunken
and dry
because she spent nights
thinking about all he does
and about he gave all
but the one thing
she longed for
and how gentle and intimate
he can be
and also scared
and webbed in his past
She spent mornings
watching him sleep
and whispering to him
all that she couldn't
to his listening ear
She wanted him
She wanted all with him
but he seemed conflicted
and every time they talked
it was with unfinished sentences
and chosen words
caving from the real ones
but she drew her heart out
and dictated its desires
and every time she looked at me
her reflection haunted me
because its all I see
each time i peek into the mirror
I guess it's time for me to say to all America.
We are in debt and it is time to cut spending.
This does not mean it is time to argue how.
What it means is We Need to decide what percentage we cut.
Almost 2% is ridiculous and yet you argue over it incessantly..
Let me simplify your problem for you
Cut every check paid out including all salaries and benefits for EVERYONE
You have managed to put everyone in debt and EVERYONE OF US OWES
Pick a percentage of cut (I would suggest 25%)
And yes I mean every check to every part of government including Social Security Checks.
You have put them in debt too
Make everyone pay by reducing their money by the same percentage as everyone else.
Then the enormity of your crime will be exposed for what it is
YOU HAVE FAILED US MISERABLY
and we all must pay our share of your debt
the time for write to subside
reason may be divine
for i hav no desire to rythm
for some part I die
moments of silence
plays now some common sense
im trying to concentrate
lost i procrasinate
for time falls in place
dont know what the case
in time will tell
for this season of dwell
The body is covered in rags
the cloth as dirty
as the ground
on which you walk
the young mind
buried within the field
a never ending path
a sensation that kills
and a feeling that thrills
with each cut
comes another stitch
with each fit
came another twitch
another time that
you missed the hit
like a battered ball
the batter split
for as hard as you swung
each time you missed
for as hard as you tried
you didn't make the list
you were always picked last
even in your own home
what does feel it like,
to be all alone?
having to grow up
more each year
and by the age of ten,
your childhood would disappear
out comes the truth
of your father given fear
The time has come
It's time to play
Let the spirits come
And say what they want to say
I have a million names
But yet i have one
Do you want to start the game
Or finish the other one
Have you seen my smile
Heard my joyness laugh
Or seen my trueness
Seen all my lies
Have i ruined it all
Mixed up any of your thoughts
Let me just warn you now
It's all only just begun
Hope you survive
Or it's all just been a waste
you're running fast but it is gaining
if you look back, it will overtake
eyes straight ahead, don't look back
the sun is ahead, behind you is black
fate missed the train, it always ran late
as the doors closed all the passengers waved
next time maybe fate will set its watch
kismet steps in to save what fate botched
you finally get here when it's time for me to leave
no more tricks are hiding up your sleeve
I kiss you goodbye and board my train
and there on the platform both hearts remain
Cruelty and indifference
gallops away with the winter's
chill
tight-lipped determination and
venomous fragrance
jostles excitedly to escape
affection and scorn rips me
apart
i want to feign sleep or death
i want to rise up
look my best
bring back the charm
of lost love-tickled days
shriveled by cold
looking harmless or arrogant
in intoxicating promises
he's always true to fickleness
i rise and fall
every time i see him
every time the doorbell rings
Standing at the end of the line.
Quickly running out of time.
You know there’s nothing left
to do or to say.
Unfortunately things often turn
out this way.
You walked out the door,
Like there was nothing
worth staying for.
Like the years we spent,
was time you were killing.
Me, and this love, was
it just space you were filling?
This was no high school
romance, this was more
than a one song dance.
I thought you said we
would always find a way.
You said we would always stay.
Was it not enough for you?
What must I say or do?
After everything we have
been through and worked for,
How can you say your not sure?
After all this time was it all and act?
How can you walk away,
with out even looking back?
I’m not done, and can’t believe
that you are or ever would be.
This is you and me.
Sarah Comstock
April 2nd, 2001
FIRST TIME WAS A TREAT.
Felt so sweet
Was with a dude/fellow you wanted to keep.
Second time
Felt fine but really wasn’t all that divine
Third and forth felt like shyt
Now you wondering why you with that trick.
Seems like all he wants to do is hit.
Or sometimes even ask for a lick.
Wondering why you put up with his shyt.
But you know you love that trick .
That’s why you let him get away with his shyt.
I need to hurry,
I don't know what time it is.
Have you the time?!
I need to know what time it is!
I'm going to be late!
I'm going to be early?
I'm on time..
Or am I?
Am I addicted to your drugs?
Your presence is my weakness.
Every time you come around,
I’m a fiend for your sweetness.
You take me to a new high…
…with your swagger I adore.
But let the moments pass by,
Then I’m reminded why I can’t deal with you anymore.
You know you’ve got me hooked.
That’s why it’s easy to take advantage of me.
My heart is locked deep down inside,
But you know that you’ve always had the key.
You disrespect me, and hate me.
Then there’s my time to do what I have to do.
I leave and don’t look back,
But eventually I’m running right back to you.
I’m fed up each time.
Then each time we’re back together again.
I’m so through. I’ve had enough.
When will this cycle ever end?
So am I addicted to love?
Or am I addicted to you?
Am I fiend for being wanted?
Or am I loves fool?
Driving on a highway filled with darkness..
miles around there's no one in my sight..
What will be I wont't see, is this a touch of reality..
Its just a mystery...what I can't see, its just a
mystery ...when will I know if its right for me......
Walking through a maze of illusions, counting every
step in confussion....Running to forget I cant remember,
biding time to see who's gonna be there...Getting through
another night.. can't see the light ,when will the morning come..
Its just a mystery...what I can't see, Its just a mystery, when
will I know if its right for me......
Sleeping through a dream of my suspicions..waking up to
find there's no solutions.. Time is passing by where does it go.
Cold summers, warm winters... leaves falling in sring makes
no difference to me...
Its just a mystery...what I can't see , Its just a mystery, when
will I know its right for me.......
Here you unearth the “beast” leaders
They actually are the best
Best leaders anyone can possibly imagine
Leading their subjects without force
No force nor coercion do they employ
They lay claims on better modus
Like washing our brains white
White; and painting it Green
Making us wise in our own eyes
Moreover uniquely foolish in theirs
They made us believe
Believe, that we are helpless
Soon enough, they offer to help
And we saw it coming
Earnest help!?
They rebrand us
Repackage us like mere toys
Feed us with sincere lies
Conjured in their rotund beer bellies
Brews bought by our very sweat and tears
But only time will tell
If “Green and White” should be the colour of my brain
Only just time
I've flipped through the pages of every chapter of my life.
I've tried to cut out the bad, to burn the pain
only to cause more.
I've watched every scene like it was a movie,
wasted so much time wondering why.
Spent up energy on the tears I've cried.
Only to find myself gone once again.
I tried to steal the sun,
to rob the moon.
To shot every bright star
from the sky.
I somehow managed to find
a way through the foolish pride.
Only to realize it was only
black lies.
I attacked every sense,
every emotion.
Clarity, a thing I finally seen.
This life is mine,
fragile letting time fly by.
Wasting the precious moments in life.
Finally seeing there is more than just sadness
even on my darkest day...
The trembling hands
“Did you do what I asked you to do”?
She releases a sigh that comes from deeply within….
The tasks and burden are mounting… no time to breathe…. no time to think.
She feels as if her life has been taken over selfishly!
All that remains of her, are the lovely memories of her family.
All seems to have become in a hurry.
No time to reflect, none to ponder on more meaningful thoughts,
Unless she somehow “steals” a moment of peace and calm…
Which, happens once in a while… when she is at the edge…
When she feels that she is pushed to the boiling stage.
No matter what she does or how hard she tries,
While sitting comfortably on the couch, watching TV,
He barely acknowledges how overwhelmed she looks,
Not even noticing that her hands are trembling,
That may be it would be sensible to treat her kindly and help instead of blaming…
Or even a “Thank you!” or a smile ? would warm up her heart,
The warm heart that she is finding hard to keep warm.
Far away from the source of happiness and light,
She is holding tight on the rope of hope and faith,
Smiling to herself in the mirror, to get a sense of love and care.
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