Another Year
Of laughter, joy and fun,
Surprises, love and happiness,
And when your birthday’s done,
As your birthdays come and go,
How very much you mean to me,
More than you can know.
The Reason Is You
I walk down this paved road alone, wondering what shoulda been. I think about what could have been. I ponder on what things went wrong and why? I try to rememeber when the last I smiled was. When the last time I thought i wasn't going to be able beat something. When the last time i told someone I loved them and ment it, and everytime I do this YOU are the first person that pops in my head. You are what shoulda have been. You are what could have been. The reason things went wrong and why. You were the last time i smiled and truely the last time I said I LOVE YOU and ment it...8 billion people in this damn world and you're the only one I want forever♥
Between all the fights, stupid arguements, inside jokes, the long nights on the phone. I fell in love with you... I just don't want you to forget that honey (:
Marisa Menard
EARTHWORM IN AN HOURGLASS
Don’t call me the seductive Sun,
That stretches out to burn every flower chosen,
Burning itself out, before darkness spreads her hair,
All its charms it has spun.
Don’t call me the stealthily staking Moon,
With her clouded memory reigns bright solitary,
In lunar milky glow her blemishes show,
Her imperfections enhance her beauty.
Don’t call me that denounced outcaste Star,
Seeking her beau, like a flash of forgotten dew,
Under the aegis of what gods from a universe afar
She diligently tries to reach out to you.
Don’t compare me to the passing spring,
That throws fleeting banquets on the run,
Lightning & thunder, to the rhythms of nature play encore,
Blossoms & butterflies in ruby panic of fleeting time cohere.
Don’t compare me to the wet rains,
When you come & go with each wistful moan,
What sobbing skies have the storms dreamed?
To rejuvenate the earth with desire of man.
Don’t compare me to the shady mists of pale autumn,
Falling leaves hailing hymns, frowning long night’s measure,
Bees grin of promises of spring unkept in wet kisses
Vista throws convulsions of color & flavor.
Don’t compare me to cuddly winter’s enduring grace,
Where every breath clouds up in weather so foul,
Strength of trees are tested, yet stripped they shall stand witness,
As I trudge to arrive at your call.
Don’t get down on your knees-
To call me your Sun, Moon & Star,
Like them we have war whooped Time & are not changed by it,
Though always looked up to, yet their distances are kept, on ground never their hushed foot fall,
Counting their sand grains, the hourglass has given up, a feeling to worship is born, .
In an anguish with no pause, they patiently await to rejoin their own..
Don’t compare me-
To the varied seasons-that are not so sweet to me,
They ceaselessly count the receding hours in the hourglass & don’t let me be.
Instead call me the EARTHWORM toiling in the dark calling your name,
An enduring truth binding us together, for a preordained journey down below,
When the thin sand doubts, I give my life’s hourglass a little shake,
Giving me wobbly knees, out the endearments like crystal stardust, flow,
Leaving the EARTHWORM with more sand at the top than down below.
Seema joglekar
Grow up :) kayy? kayy!
I think it's quite pathetic
how you're so stuck up
I thought when i got to high school
people would grow the f*ck up
this isn’t elementary school sweety
stop playin fucking games
stop being a b*tch
no more calling names
now, since I’m nice,
I’ll forgive & I’ll forget
but watch out next time u pull that sh*t
because unlike you I'm myself..
Marisa Menard
Fairytales Are For Fools
Once upon a time, there was a little girl
She had big green eyes and brown flowing pigtails
She hadn't a care, but all the friends in the world
Her parents read a story, and tucked her in every night
Her life was happy and bright
Once upon a time, there was an adolescent girl
She had tired green eyes ans chopped brown hair
She was burdened with loneliness and was used by friends and boys
Her dad secretly visited her bedroom every night
Her life was shades of blue
Once upon a time, there was a forgotten girl
She had peaceful green eyes no one could see and clean brown hair
She got tired of being used, lied to, abused
She put herself to sleep that night
Her life was no more
Jennifer K