jessehfish

Mrs. Charles. English class. The teacher drones on, "The repitition of a consonant sound"... My attention is gone. Muttering to the phone, the appearance of a prune. Bored eyes hit the clock; they pray the bell rings soon. With her lack of upper teeth, why this teacher's quite the fool! The lesson for today, kids: I don't want to be in school.

Perfection. A nine-letter lie. We all know it's impossible, So why do we try? Mistake. A seven-letter promise. You always blamed me for them, An attack at my confidence; you never miss. Distance. Eight letters, a sad thing. Avoid this at all costs! My heart jumps when you make my phone ring. Happiness. A necessity to life. For some reason, when you experience it, Your back gets hit with a knife. Living. We do it every day. Everything'll be fine, don't you fret. I've nothing left to say.

Do me a "favor", take your lies, shove them between my shoulder blades! You'll never hear my cries. Friendship is a rarity, and, Honey, our's wasn't real. a response from you would shock me! You'll never know how I feel. Every day your story changes, everyone but you can see. yet those silly people believe in you! But you will never get to me.

Sitting on this couch. Cozy, by the fire. Hazy dreams behind closed lids of the one that I admire. Sitting in this desk. A child's worst enemy:  School. Oh, teacher's voice, how you float over me. Fate, you seem so... cruel. Laying in the grass. Eyes locked to the sky. Escaping memories?  Impossible. Without the will to even cry. Staring at this computer screen. Sad little poems float in my mind. Write them down, a minor relief. I'm missing your comfort; falling behind. Sitting in a room with them. A 'smile' upon my face. While they laugh and forget it all, I feel so out of place. So here I am, sitting on this couch. The

I saw a little bird go by, His eyes were glued to the sky. Realizing my presence, He remarked with a cry: "I'd like to learn to fly!" Such a strange, silly fellow, With his feathers of yellow. So I dropped to one knee, With a fond "Hello". His face made my mood quite mellow. I promised to help him with this, His wings and the sky would kiss. He'd perch on my finger; 3... 2... 1...  He rose to the sky in pure bliss, That happy creature I'm sure to miss. I learned quite a lesson that day. Even when skies are nothing but gray, Life is worth living; you only get ONE chance. So let the children laugh and play, Every minute

now i can read you like a book, but you played me like a violin. now it's time to play my game, and this is one game you're not going to win.

Fingertips brush away stray hairs, arms are secure around her shoulders He watches her, like her own dearest angel While he sleeps on the other side of the world, his sleeping seconds belong to her He wants her to claim him, sending living hints in his waking words She puts to clues together but doubts their reality Frustrated sighs in the sun and under the clouds Their separate reasons are close to the same revelation They are each other, connected by unseen fibers stretching Threatening to snap them together He draws the curve of her smile in his mind, the shine in her eyes She tries to taste him around her, not quite failing nor