happygirl21

the inspiration is gone, all the tragedies have been written. poems are hiding, just out of my reach. likes words on the tip of your tongue; blurry and fogotten before given a chance. the world has slowed around me, but still my life continues at full speed. the taste of biter sweet irony lingers; as my own tragedies flood the pages.

you're bark is horrid, i'm just a kid, your bite is painful, but i'm not a fool, shouting is all you do, and i cringe on que, drunk and angry, you're my worst enemy, why can't you see, that you're hurting me, running is pointless, you'd just be pissed, so i hide my feelings away, and live to fight another day.

we lay on your bed, surrounded by pillows, what guy needs that many? you play your terrible music, and sing along, Why do you like this stuff? you're supposed to be helping me, but i dont mind this either, Why do you never do what you're told? another stupid joke, escapes your mouth, Was that actually funny to you? we remember old adventures, we shared together, Where did the time go? your cocky smirk, covers your face, Why do i hangout with you? but still here i am, listenig to your terrible music, surrounded by your many pillow, not reminding you of the work we need to do, laughing at your stupid joke, remembering all

Boredom a state of mind, a feeling, an action, Bordeom am i bored, i feel bored, i am bored, done with my work, early as usual you say read, i say no thanks, maybe i could... nah, boredom the consequence, of laziness.

heart wrenched, from my chest, breathe stolen, from my lungs, memories flood, my mind, all the good, and all the the bad, you're everything reminds, me of you, they say its love, icall it torture, but i bottle it up, no one will understand, they cant, it hurts to remember, but it kills me to, forget.

Rising up out of the water, The submarine gets more air, But its location is now known to many, And the sub must quickly prepare. Before it submerges again, A bomb is dropped on its head, Salty sea water sprays everywhere, And a few crew members are dead. But as the sub goes under, It moves towards an enemy ship, The crew prepares their last torpedo, And the captain bites his lip. Taking his time, he reviews the radar, And looks for coordinates that will hit, He softly whispers "J-10", And his opponent cries, "You've sunk my battleship!"

What a holiday this is, Full of merriment and joy, With gifts all around the house, For this one little boy. Waking up a few hours early, He jumps up from his bed, He throws on  clothes hastily, And puts on his cap of red. Sprinting down the stairs, He nearly slips and falls, Yet he continues to run, Down stairs, and through halls. At last, he reaches the room, Where all his gifts are torn apart, And the window by the fireplace, Is as shattered as his heart. The thought of a man breaking in every year, And leaving gifts for people, never seemed wrong, Until this night when a man broke a window, Entered, took gifts,ran out

Deep undercover, a life not yet expressed. The full extent of my loathing is still unknown. Bury underground, a shelter made of dirt. Your father was a Nazi and now everything hurts. Bring me all your self obsessed vanity. Mask it with friendly curiosity. Your care for me is a deflection of your shortcomings. I am stronger than all of this. A self made messiah stewing in my intellect. My thoughts take me away from you. Free without wanting to be. My thoughts are my many ways of getting away from you. Self deflating. Depreciating. Tired of all this fucking waiting. Time is over now. Let's do it. Stain my conscience with all o

As shadows shoot across the ground, You glance up to the sky, Against the sun you see and eagle, And the sun gets in your eyes. Blinded for the briefest moment, You glance back up again, The magnificent bird soars away, You know you are lucky among most men. Few have ever witnessed such beauty, For most men choose to kill or tame, The wild is meant to be free, always, In a zoo, it just isn't the same.