4-inch heels

Ya, I can walk in heels,
I can look nice, I can look 'sexy,'
I can do both at once if I want to
but I'm not that girl

in all those movies that are so-
so testosterone fueled,
fighting monsters, warriors, criminals, ninjas,
climbing mountains, swimming rushing rivers,

skydiving,
without ever smudging her make-up
and all in 4-inch heels.
-How does she do that anyway?- -Hush, I want to watch the movie!-

This is my favorite part.
The heroin isn't on screen,
she's re-applying her mascara
from that last scene of dramatic heartbreak.

Her love interest plays the muscle and she plays the brains,
but my favorite role
is the handsome cynic who provides the comic relief
from the brave, roller-coasting, sweet romance.

But in the end he, too, follows the mysterious and alluring stranger
in the tight black dress
and the 4-inch heels.
-how does she do that anyway?-

Stories

If I were a zombie,
and I ate brains like cake,
I would no doubt eat your brain
because your knowledge would fill me up.

it would fill me up for years
and you would save the whole world.
With your brains in my stomach,
everyone else's would be safe.

If you were a King,
I guess I wouldn't be surprised.
Or maybe a Prime Minister or a President
because you're not bossy like a King is.

In fact I know I'd vote for you,
because I know you understand me,
and that's what people look for in politicians.
That and whether or not they're a good orator.

If dragons came between us,
and we each had a sword,
we'd charge right through them all
and we'd meet in the middle of all the gore

Yea, I think it's romantic,
if, I admit, a bit strange,
but when fighting dragons and zombie attacks
the problem is you don't have time for much else.

If all the stories were real,
all the books, movies, and plays,
everything would be different,
except the way I feel about you.

But I wouldn't notice one thing out of place,
not the zombies, kings, or dragons.
As long as you were in my story,
nothing else would really matter.

What's Real?

Have to do a project on the poet William Carlos Williams [funny name, huh?] and thought I'd try and write something in his style. Key word: 'try'.

alone, wide awake
there's a monster!
under the bed!

wait, it's just a toy,
casting a shad-
ow on the wall

but the fear was real
and the blankets
thin though they are,

offer safety like
that of maybe
fifty soldiers

Not Yet, Please

my feet are shivering
they remind me that I don't want to leave here
without you

my vision's fading
there's nothing else I can see with these old eyes
besides you

my voice is shaking
'good-bye' are not the words I really want to
say to you

my life is ending
but there are still so many things I want to
do with you

Eg. 'stairway to heaven'

i climb each stair
one by one
i am not scared
i will not run

this stairway it
never ends
the passage lit,
it never bends

and at the top
i will see
life does not stop
life still will be

i can't go back
can't go down
i run this track
to which i'm bound

i do not stop
i don't rest
must reach the top
to stop is death

each step i take
some strength goes
till my legs break
and my breath slows

until that end
i will climb
we all die, friend
but there's still time

Genocide

Off in the distance
an alarming sight was seen
curious, strange,
what could it mean?

a People, nervous,
think this can't be good
they would have surrendered
if they believed they could

the invaders invaded
no one was spared
when they begged for mercy
none of them cared

a People despairing
but some still have hope
some try to resist
it's just how they cope

one by one
the brave will fall
enduring, fighting
warriors all

a People dying
ceasing to exist
while to their destroyers,
they're just a check on the list

I Can't Look at Photographs Anymore and it's Your Fault

Don't tell me you're frozen
Move for me, but please don't leave
I don't take photographs for granted
I just think you're not as photogenic as you think

You're smiling for the camera
I wish you were smiling here, still
You look so fake I just can't stand it
You're more real in person than you are on film

It's made me hate the pictures
taped up and framed on all my walls
Why do I have them in the first place?
They're just reminders and excuses for all my falls

So don't tell me you're frozen
Jump out of the picture, talk to me
I don't take photographs for granted
I had just hoped in vain that you'd never leave me.

Broken Alive by the Common Beast

I try to fight but I am weak
I try to yell but I can't speak
it's a safe-house that I seek
when it's hunger is at it's peak

From the pits of Hell it comes
'I want you Broken' I hear it hums
It's chest lacks the beating sound of drums
While my heart too, it nearly numbs

And my fingers start to shake
if only more time I could make
I beg 'Don't destroy me for God's sake!'
but it's my soul it wants to take

it's victims broken, they confide,
they are immobile, they didn't hide
and they're still hanging on for the ride
I could not save them, though I tried

No where on Earth is there a place
where I would never see it's face
it can now too easily keep pace
I think I'm through running this race

And after all my pain and strife
it comes and stabs me with a knife
I cannot go back to my life
Yet the regrets I have they are not rife

This rabid Beast that I speak of
it's disguise is like a dove
but don't believe it's from above
this savage monster we call Love

The Pearl Thief

How I want to speak loud, to be honest and proud
but my voice has less substance than that of a cloud
Believe me I'd tell you, if I only had your ear
I'd end the curse that befell you, if only you could hear

My pleads, my cries, whatever I do,
are all lost in the winds, they never reach you
Your will is strong, my words are weak
I'm mute when I try and say "I know what you seek"

You glide and swirl, all over the world
looking for your most sacred pearl
Listen to me: end your unavailing quest
I know where your pearl is, I admit it's I that knows best

I want to repent, after all the time you've spent
searching for your pearl, such harm I never meant.
A man's most valuable treasure, that's the pearl that I claim
it's your heart that you measure, though Pearl Thief is my name

Lost and empty, you're a cloud roaming the world
still searching for your most precious pearl
Always you look, if only you knew
it was I that took your pearly heart from you

The Skeletons in My Closet Are Braver Than Me

if my closet could speak
oh the things it would say
all my secrets revealed,
all my misdeeds explained

would my closet be granted
a mouth to make human sounds
the words could condemn,
my sentence would be profound

if my closet had audience
it's door opened to all
my failures, an exhibit,
skeletons hang from its walls

if it gained judges' ears
the verdict would not be delayed
if skeletons' jargon were made clear,
my fate would seal, I'm afraid.

if my skeletons escaped
havoc would toy with my mind
my sub-conscious raped,
never peace would I find

but my closet is shut
hid where no one can find
and I just don't have the gut
to let you trespass in my mind