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Aileen Diaz Kavanaugh Poem
O The places you’ll go.
And the people you’ll meet.
Down there on the happening Mulberry street.
You’ll soon learn to love,
And sooner to hate.
Just remember, all life is a wide open gate.
Offering lilies, roses, and thorns.
Beautiful birds and mean creatures with horns.
So open your eyes and learn quickly to see
All that there was, and all that they’ll be.
Crocodile tears hidden deep in the snow
With people tied up with no place left to go.
It’s cruel and it’s mean
And it’s hurtful sometimes.
But remember life’s full of sad crimes.
Bathrooms laden with Red and white tiles.
And offices way up high over flown with useless dead files.
So take my hand, and lead me through
Let’s fight the world together, just me, and just you.
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I heart:
Large windows to see the bright future from.
And headaches that develop from chewing gum.
Water that's cold to scream in and shout.
Bird flu, the chicken pox, Black Death and the gout.
Things that make you want to cry.
And things that make you want to die.
The color red and the color white.
And yes, I know it's not a color but still it’s quite alright.
You, and your voice and the places we've been.
The hurt and the tears that have followed since then.
The truth is I hate this, I hate every last one.
Except for the large windows with the futures you can see from.
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Cause I’m not down with that
Because you are single handedly the most terribly awful person I think I’ve ever
met. And I couldn't hate you more.
I think you really, seriously should leave right now, cause, right there, you see it
that's the door.
You’ve drained every last bit of life in my house. You’ve drank my coffee used my
tea.
And yes, that includes me.
So when you're gone, I’ll scream and shout. And cry great joyous tears.
But whom am I kidding'. That won't happen. Not in a thousand years.
So I’ll sit here and wait, as I read headlines fast and count the hours slow but
true, as they never ever pass.
I hate you more than type can say.
I hate you everyday.
Your friends, your life, I hate it all. So just pack your bags and everything that once
was loved by me.
Because I don't want a sign, I don't want a trace, of what there used to be.
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Anchor me here in your harbor of hurt.
Say you're in love with me, but please make it curt.
The water is shallow the people are too.
In the very beginning it was just me and you.
My heart is half empty and there's no one to blame.
I did it all myself, in this self destructive game.
So as I lay dying here on the floor.
Do whatever you want just don't close the door.
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Blue never really was my color
Beyond that door lay thoughts of hate
And no one knew her saddening fate.
To turn the key and force it open. Spilled out deep secrets of the past.
And now she wonders, why so fast?
They pour upon her willing and true
And as she suffocates her face turns blue
A shade that compliments her eyes that roll back madly to the night
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