Submissions by musickchicaimee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
New Girl
Love, I know what you're thinking
you like the new girl.
You like the uncertainty found in her being,
you like knowing that she doesn't know you, or in fact, anybody around here.
you like knowing that you'll be the first one to smile her way,
the first one to catch her attention,in some original dreamy way of yours, entice her just like that.
You're thinking of asking her to take a walk around the lake, maybe if she'd like, you could even sit together at the bonfire that evening.
the next day, you'd keep rocking her world, be the gentleman that you are, always...
you like the new girl.
You like the uncertainty found in her being,
you like knowing that she doesn't know you, or in fact, anybody around here.
you like knowing that you'll be the first one to smile her way,
the first one to catch her attention,in some original dreamy way of yours, entice her just like that.
You're thinking of asking her to take a walk around the lake, maybe if she'd like, you could even sit together at the bonfire that evening.
the next day, you'd keep rocking her world, be the gentleman that you are, always...
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Memories flow...
See, it's funny, how life works.
Right when you think you're in control, is when you're most unstable.
Right when you think you've figured it out, you lose it,
right when you think you have lost hope, your heart lets you know that it is still holding on,
by a fine thread, called love.
Then, the forgotten call your name. That person who you supposedly gave up on, he moved on.
You told yourself you wouldn't cry, life goes on,
then you stood up all night, thinking,
soaking into that lake of emotion that we all have been to.
Memories, flowing, soft like the...
Right when you think you're in control, is when you're most unstable.
Right when you think you've figured it out, you lose it,
right when you think you have lost hope, your heart lets you know that it is still holding on,
by a fine thread, called love.
Then, the forgotten call your name. That person who you supposedly gave up on, he moved on.
You told yourself you wouldn't cry, life goes on,
then you stood up all night, thinking,
soaking into that lake of emotion that we all have been to.
Memories, flowing, soft like the...
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Ugly Duckling
Being the ugly duckling is what I've always been.
Ugly on the outside, priceless on the inside.
I was told by kids at school, the typical mean girls of primary,
and even some teachers.
"You're a bit chubby, love"
"Your hair's a bit too puffy"
And in reality, who cares about hair with volume, or a
little extra skin in the midriff?
When you've got the brains,
the talent,
the heart.
Yet, as I grew, I lost those "flaws".
I lost weight.
My hair, tamed.
But I was still the ugly duckling,
still felt it, never...
Ugly on the outside, priceless on the inside.
I was told by kids at school, the typical mean girls of primary,
and even some teachers.
"You're a bit chubby, love"
"Your hair's a bit too puffy"
And in reality, who cares about hair with volume, or a
little extra skin in the midriff?
When you've got the brains,
the talent,
the heart.
Yet, as I grew, I lost those "flaws".
I lost weight.
My hair, tamed.
But I was still the ugly duckling,
still felt it, never...
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Another one for you
About to give up,
give up the good and bad times,
just throw the towel,
then I remembered that I have one more chance to tell you,
the only way I know how,
before you leave,
before you forget it all, and me with it,
so here it goes.
I guess it doesn't matter whether you know or not how I met you,
how and why I started to speak to you,
if there's no emotion in it.
I've made mistakes, yes,
but I'm just a human being,
seeking to be obedient,
yet following her heart,
once,
in,
a,
while.
I tried to be your best...
give up the good and bad times,
just throw the towel,
then I remembered that I have one more chance to tell you,
the only way I know how,
before you leave,
before you forget it all, and me with it,
so here it goes.
I guess it doesn't matter whether you know or not how I met you,
how and why I started to speak to you,
if there's no emotion in it.
I've made mistakes, yes,
but I'm just a human being,
seeking to be obedient,
yet following her heart,
once,
in,
a,
while.
I tried to be your best...
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Sorry
I've imagined, for many days now,
a day when I could meet you at the pier,
pay a dollar,
and walk our way into the sunset.
I've dreamed of, for many weeks now,
perhaps a walk in the forest,
where it's just me and you, talking our
way into our mythical destination.
Do you think I've forgotten,
the one time I was allowed to see you at the park?
Do you not think I remember the
one time you said I was the closest one
you came to love?
Do you not think it hurts me too when I can't see you,
again?
I wish it may,
I wish it might,...
a day when I could meet you at the pier,
pay a dollar,
and walk our way into the sunset.
I've dreamed of, for many weeks now,
perhaps a walk in the forest,
where it's just me and you, talking our
way into our mythical destination.
Do you think I've forgotten,
the one time I was allowed to see you at the park?
Do you not think I remember the
one time you said I was the closest one
you came to love?
Do you not think it hurts me too when I can't see you,
again?
I wish it may,
I wish it might,...
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Have Them Carry My Love
Have the butterflies carry our words,
have my memories play out in your heart,
have the birds fly me to where you are,
Have the wind whisper,
caress,
and carry,
my love.
have my memories play out in your heart,
have the birds fly me to where you are,
Have the wind whisper,
caress,
and carry,
my love.
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