bright eyes

Bright eyes turn the bleakest storm
Into a sunny day.
Comforting eyes burst through the clouds
And melt the squall away.

Twinkling eyes alight a note
That carries on a tune
Of giggles and a cheerful laugh
Then a rousing song soon.

Courageous eyes do spur a
Wary kid into a ram
And calm eyes still the saddened cry
Better than hushing hand.

But His eys make the black heart
Fill up with sudden light
The cold dark eyes that dark to look
Are bright eyes with His sight.

flow me a river

Flow me a river
And build me a boat
To carry me away
To a place far away.

A place far away
From the tears and pain
That rush round as mem'ries
Or fall down like rain.

Then build me a home
That's filled with good things
Give me a chance that I
May start over again.

So flow me a river
And make me a boat
To carry me away
To a place far away.

i climbed the tallest tree in town

I climbed the tallest tree in town.
Carefully not looking down,
I traveled up and up and up
Until I reached the very top.

And there I looked out, far and wide.
Up and down on every side,
I stared at every gray horizon,
And blinked into the brilliant sun.

I leaned as far as I could go
Until I almost fell below
And tumbled to the stony ground
So pulverized, I couldn’t be found.

And though I gazed and peered intent
My atmospheric time was spent
In vain, since I could not spot You
Not even behind the farthest blue.

temptation makers

They asked me to join them
For just a couple moments
Just a couple minutes
And I'd be done.

They said I'd like it
Said I'd enjoy it
Said I'd love it
And it'd be fun.

They were so nice looking
And so convincing
I couldn't resist 'em
So I said, "fine."

And now I'm crying
And now I'm crying
And now I'm wishing
I'd known better.

They asked me to join them
For just a couple minutes
Just a couple moments
And that'd be it.

They said I'd like it
Said I'd enjoy it
Said I'd love
And it wouldn't hurt a bit.

They were lyin'
And now I'm cryin'
And wishing I had
Known better than that.

awkward moments

We stand around and look at
anything but each other.
I twist my curls around my fingers
And you play with a feather.

We try to start a conversation
But end up misunderstanding
By the time it's all cleared up
The subjects not worth discussing.

We laugh at something small.
The other begs an explanation.
But when the explanation's given
It's just not funny at all.

But when we part ways
And hug each other goodbye
We think of something to say
But now we have to fly.

It takes a week of fermenting
A plan inside our heads
To know waht to talk about
Next time our mouths run dead.

Next time we're together
There's something in the way.
We forget our plans and motives,
And just stare into space.

acting

I stood up quickly
And just as fast
Wished I was sitting down
Cuz everyone was looking my way
With a concentrated frown.
One sympathetic creature
Urged me to proceed
So I lifted my script
And holding it before my eyes
I began to scream.
I wondered why I'd ever started
But it was too late to go back.
As everyone covered their ears
I thought, "What the heck!"
I was sweating
When I sat back down
And yet he looked at me
Over his fierce mustache
"That wasn't big enough."
He said.

"natural beauty"

You're not pretty enough
So we'll fix you up:
A little make-up
And a lot of cover up.

Were gonna paint your skin
And pull out your hair
You're prettier thin
Than the way you are.

We're gonna cover this section
That makes us sick
Get a liposuction
And here's some lip stick.

We will take out the pins
And pierce your flesh;
Use ink on your skin--
You're gonna be so fresh!

Then out comes the shoes--
That squeeze your feet--
And a pencil dress
That'll make you complete.

Oh, looking at you
You take our breath away
You're some hot dame,
And a natural beauty!

the storm that's me

The black waves crash violently
And the sky beats like a drum
Around a calm and sunny isle
In the middle of a storm.
This seems to be the state
Of my tempestual heart
It battles, wars, and screams
Like a chaoitc, confused dream.

The storm is the conflict
That wages within:
A constant battle of good and bad.
Who knows who will win?
At times the one seems stronger
And gets the better hand
And other times they're equal
Like a flat and endless land.
But in the swirling center
Of the whirlpool in my heard
There's that sunny, peaceful island
Surrounded by sharks.
All my hopes and dreams and wishes
Are stranded in that place.
Although they go no where,
They cannot be destroyed.

And on that sunny island
Under the shade of a palm tree
You bask in the sunniness
And calm the strom that's me.
And calm the storm that's me.

Stalkers

Have you ever had this extremely awkward feeling? =P Haha...This is the type of thing I write when I can't sleep: Creeper Poetry. =P

Every time I sneak

A peak at you

Your eyes are there to meet mine

In reply.

I turn away

And hide my face

In surprise

And wonder if even when

My head is turned

You're still looking at me

Or if it's just an odd

Coincidence.

Every time I look at you

I feel as if I'm

Indulging in some kind

of sin.

Because I'm not satisfied

Till I know what you look like

Right then.

Maybe it's nothing

Or maybe it's just me

But sometimes I think,

Don't laugh please,

That all of this is rather suspicious.

You and I

Can't deny

There's something going on.

Let's face it,

kay?

Let's accept it, brother,

That you and I

(Oh how to put it?)

Are stalking each other...

Fairies Dream

Trees sleep.
Flowers closed.
Flies die.
Streams seem
Still.
Fairies lay
deep in the brush.
Hiding from
The violent rush.
Leaves fall
From reaching branches
That creek
With tired age.
Fairies lay deep
in the moist
Of soft earth
And dream.
They dream
of spring
That seems
to be
Gone
for eternity.
They dream
of laughter
And fairy dances
At night
Under the smiling moon.
They dream of nests
Where birds sing
Before they take flight
Into a blue sky.
Fairies dream deep, deep,
Under the sea,
In coral palaces.
They sleep with pearls
And stir
In their slumber
Faires sleep deep, deep,
In feathery
Downy clouds.
Sometimes they cry
In their dreams
Because they miss
The fun they had.
Then the sky darkens and fills
With their sparkling tears.
Fairies sleep
And weep
And dream
And seem
To be
Nonexistent.
But one day
maybe
when things are quieter
they may wake up
come out
and dance once more
under the sun

Sing it Loud

When the circle has grown I would never ever do it, but I was singing this in the shower (haha) so I thought I'd write it down. =P To uncomfortable size And everyone's looking With down cast eyes Then pick a song The first on your mind: Sing it loud Like there is not a crowd Sing it cleaer Like there's no one to hear. Sing it like you would in the shower Or on the road alone Under a lonely bower Sittin' on a stone. When words fail you People stare at you An awkward silence reigns Then pick up the tune And sing...oh sing anything!!!!! They can quiet a conversation With their awkward looks But nothing can silence The song on your lips!! They're quiet cause they think That anything They do will be bold and rash and laughed at; So show them the truth And open your shoot And send out a volley of tunes! No one can silence a song If everybody knows it And everybody sings along. You don't have a conversation memorized But you've got countless lyrics In your mind. So when everything is quiet And words fail your mouth Then send out a shout Of a song!