Haters.

May 12, 09


Rap gently on the door,
The flap of skin before your heart,
Taking the needles' eye,
Closing it with thread as you stitch.

Icicles.

"Relax or you'll die all tense."

Says one soldier to another.

-Just something to say...I read somewhere on the internet a story of a woman whose car was shot at, causing her to crash and be killed. Her and her little girl. Why was she shot at? Because on her car it had a bumper sticker saying "Half my heart is in Iraq".
Some Anti-War citizens decided to shoot at her and spray paint her car in red horribly derogatory things (that I won't write on here) for her lovers enlistment.
Her husband hadn't even met his daughter before she was killed in this accident.

I cannot understand this world I am in.
I cannot understand this world I am in.
I cannot understand this world I am in...

Truly it cannot be.

You and Yours

May 7, 09

You look at her,
Haggard. Tired and limp.
You are pretty
And maybe once beautiful.

You smile.
So she smiles at you and yours.
The lady next to you.
Who is beautiful.
She seems a bit scared as she looks,

He smiles and watches.
You and yours.
A little jealous,
Wishing it were him with you?
Wishing he had what you had?
Or maybe just thankful for the smile.

Was I once a child so sweet?
I think...I think...
I can't remember.

So I look on,
On those who look at you and yours.
Trying to see them. Since I can't see me-
When I look at you and yours.

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Not so much a poem but an observation. I was looking at a woman and her daughter if you couldn't guess while looking at two people who looked at them as well. Funny things mornings are.
Felt I should write...something.