Worth

Sometimes I think

It’s not worth it

To express my love I use ink 

But I’m afraid to show it

I let my heart get ahead of me

And I forget my head or

I am too rational and lose my dream

But then,

I see your smile and I realize

YOU ARE TOTALLY WORTH IT

Boredom

I’m sitting in photography class with nothing to do, shocked that I can actually get on the site.  Does anybody have any great boredom-busters that are discreet enough to use in class??  I usually read, but the teachers are catching on . . .

Rain

Each drop inspires dreams

Floating through your brain

The typical movie scene

Of lovers in the rain

Spinning, laughing, dancing, kissing

This is what you’ve been missing

You close your eyes and wait for him

Your prince to appear out of air thin

You wait and wait, but he doesn’t come

Because when all is said and done

No matter how hard you dream

You’re still left alone

In the rain.

The Evolution of the All-American Girl

One question: When did the All-American, baseball cap-wearing, barefoot girl get implants and liposuction and change her name to Barbie?  Ok, maybe one more question: Why?

Bright Blue Fire

In his eyesI see myself more clearlyI find comfortIn his eyesTheir clarityWipes my clouds awayThe bright blue fireThat burns in his eyesIs the same that burns in my heart

Stormy Eyes

She talks with her hands so you can’t see her eyes

And the thundercloud that lies behind

The one she desperately tries to hide

Allowing no soul in

She is withering inside

But then he comes along

The only one who dares  to look hard

Underneath he finds the key to her heart

Now her eyes are clear

As she draws him near

Fireworks

His muscular arms envelop me in a strong embrace.  As his chest presses against mine, the faint scents of rain and pine, of him, surround us.  I feel my body melt into his arms and he holds me tighter.  I sigh and lift my head to take in the lines of his face: sculptured jawline, full lips, strong nose, sparkling eyes full of mischief, uncontrollable curls.  Just as I close my eyes again, those lips, those strong, soft lips collide with my own.  Fireworks.  His hand cups the back of my head, combing through my hair.  My fingers entangle themselves in his thick, dark locks.  My free hand runs down his forearm, feeling every muscle and sinew.  Our lips slowly drift apart and our gazes meet.  He slows his breathing and I feel his hand, behind my back, pull me into him.  His hair tickles my face as he whispers “I love you.” I simply lean my head against his chest in agreement.   

Virgin Lips

Virgin lips,

Virgin lips,

Waiting for a true Love’s kiss,

Hoping for a prince to come,

but also hoping he’d hurry up! 

The reason why

I love somebody

Can’t you see?

The problem is,

He doesn’t love me.

When I’m with him

My heart sings.

When I see him,

I grow wings.

My love, my Love,

 Why don’t I show

My love for you?

Why, I don’t know.

This friendship we share

I don’t want to lose.

I couldn’t bear,

Not being near you.

   ~  Em                                                  

A Brief Daydream

         A rather poetic rain fell outside as she slipped into a daydream.  The monotonous tone of the teacher’s voice faded into nothingness.  Her fantasy included rain as well, rain and a crazy boy.  They lifted their heads to the clouds and let the small drops run down their necks.  She opened her eyes before he did and just watched him.  The rain pouring over his eyes and lips.  His shirt clung to his pseudo-muscular chest and caught her eye.  He opened his eyes to see her blush.  His eyes began to sparkle with mischief as he started towards her.  She giggled as he caught her up in his arms and began again to spin around.  They landed hard next to each other, chests rising and falling simultaneously.  Their hands reached for each other as if reaching for another part of themselves.  The sky parted, one sunbeam smiled upon the couple, and the bell rang.