Sleep

I can't sleep tonight
And my train of thought
Trying to fight
The pen
Dashes across everthing
as I
Fight to stay awake
It's Late
I have so much to do
Tomorrow
Sleep, girlie, sleep
You can fight another night
Cry if you must but
Sleep cannot wait as you
Drift Off
And the lines end
Turn off the light
You're up crazy late child
Go to sleep
~ Sweet Dreams

Triangles

Three sides to a triangle
Sometimes the same angle
And the same length of side
But the numbers are always changing

Friendships grow the same way
Equal love to all three
Equal love to everyone
But the numbers always changing

Love falters, friends move away
Trust is stretched too thin
Three points never break
But the numbers are always changing

Three points in a triangle
Three friends with stretched love
Three friends with unlimited trust
Though the numbers are always changing

Flower in a Pot

I write about days that passed
Of little ventures that didn't last
Or of friends that live elsewhere
And of others that left early - unfair

My poems outline what I've wanted
And other paths I may have lead
Recently I've brainstormed a way
Something that lately I want to say

The dictionary has it's own definition
And there are songs with every solution
Every flower in a pot reminds me
With every compliment it helps me see

Exactly what you tell me everyday
Even when you're not here I can hear you say

Faltering Pen

Days pass now, when I don't think of you
Not of the times we talked or laughed
The times we sat next to each other
In absolute silence, only a few days now
I remember when it was days I couldn't stop
Everything made me question just why
Only a few nights I stay up and wonder
What could have - should have - would have
Who would you become as the years went by
Someone we wouldn't recognize? Or could?
Would you stay where you were, or travel?
Where would life have taken you - would you know?
I'm sure you know I'm up late doing this
Though you wouldn't tell me to sleep
You'd wait for me to say it myself
But as my pen falters -
I guess I'll sleep tonight

Crocodile

They say to fear the crocodile smile
When you see it, run for a mile
For there is nothing behind the teeth
Except for others to see your death wreath

Every girl in the world has their own version
Usually helps when she needs a diversion
To feed the hungry masses her false charm
And to send to the other girls an alarm

Usually a silly fool thinks he is going to see
Anything that will help him hold the key
But behind that smile is force that can maim
Cause she's no damsel in distress, she's a dame

This isn't a warning for the daring fool to try
This is a tool to help the girls try to fly
Or if they can't find a way to show their bite
At least they can find a way to put up a fight

Lonely Whale

Once in a while I look at my beautiful self
And I wonder how some left me on a shelf
There's so much more to me than you see
One day you'll say how can this be

I'm clever more often than you can know
Though often I refuse to put on a show
Everything has a place in my little head
And not often do I not mean what I said

Sometimes I wonder if I"m like the lonely whale
Or I"m cast off in the sea with a little sail
Doomed to be misunderstood by all
Then one day you understood my call

Some days I wonder if you just pretend
Others I just reassure myself through friends
It's hard to understand little, crazy me
But I'm glad some days you see only me

Quiet Love

Heart strings are pulled starting when you're young
If he looks your way, there's no breath left in your lung
Butterflies take over your voice and you can't say a thing
Some even say that wedding bells can be heard to sing

That's the first stage that you see in movies and TV
Check the little kid books and movies, then you'll see
What supposed to happen when you have young love
Listen for the music that appears from only above

As we grow older the idea of love begins to change
It goes from one little love to having a larger range
Butterflies grow stronger and the crushes become clear
And we start to believe love is something to fear

The radio sings about what could right on a date
Or even how we could use a quiz to find a crush's rate
Problem is, there is no way to figure how to find the one
When you consider the last phase no way at all fun

Watch your step in high school because of all the hormones
Every score is marked, it's a proof that a teen has the stones
Doesn't make sense to an outsider looking in
Or even to the ones in church cause they consider it a sin

As we grow older we realize what love can truly mean
It can be bold and obvious, shown where it can been seen
Or it can be quiet and bashful and yet everyone knows
If you have this kind, you know love is no longer one of your foes

Some lovers like to have it intimate as possible, the ultimate test
Others like it passionate, never letting their bodies rest
Some are slow and steady - letting everything slowly grow
The last little bunch they do love, just reluctant to let it show

Find yourself a little nitch, just where you like to love a lot
You don't have to tell any one where it is, just a secret spot
Keep that one little idea on how you love to yourself - but wait
Find someone, can even be yourself, that helps you find your fate