moonbeam
Are You....
The Dark-side of Moonbeam
Hey! Guess what? I was right, I don't hv mono or Anemia, BUT I don't get to take Prozac...is Zoloft ok? I'll let ya know when i start growing an arm outa my stomache..OH! N' for those of you who missed the Poetry reading (or were there and left b4 i did..) Ya missed 3 poems I read, and some more about fluffy bunnies... Here r the ones I wrote anyways...
What's It's Like on the Inside
This is it, I’ve finally broken
and I can’t hold it in any longer.
Outside the world is normal
Inside it is corrupt
Others see me and wonder
I see myself and need not
Out side the world thinks warm
Though my heart’s frozen dead
They can notice the fumbling of my fingers
As I cry to oblivion, in my head
I can feel, myself off peeling
From the line I wish I would still follow
But sure on the outside my shoes are tearing
and my motivation hollow
Outside they are the same
Inside, I can feel them taking
“All step up for Amanda’s brain!”
While I stand aside,
And feel my heart breaking.
oh and...
Alone
I feel, empty, used, secluded, alone…
I’m stuck in this small box as my room
Nothing, but, the room
Just the room, and the world is black
Everything’s black.
Just me, myself, and this room, alone.
Even when opening the door
I can’t find my way
Only, back to the room.
You brought color into my life
One room, of abstract paintings,
that I helped paint.
Then you left me, with these creatures
Acting like they know, like they…
Oh I can’t stand it anymore!
Color or not,
I’ve been kicked out of the night
and booted to morning.
Where nothing feels real or alive.
and I think I’m going to scream
Because I can’t find you in the mornings either
Are you hiding? Come out! Come out!
Why am I destined to be stuck with this paintbrush,
ALL ALONE?!
just one more...
It’s Not Just a House
Where’s home?
Is it the typical smiley, 50’s cliché?
All crest white, prim, and neat?
Where dad comes home from work
Mom’s got dinner ready
And the 2.5 children have finished their chores?
Does it live in hell? Perhaps a broken home,
That you only come back to night after night
because there’s nowhere else to go?
Feeling unwanted, undeserving,
Knowing what you do is perhaps wrong
But also perhaps right, depending on the morals you go by
The ones with pride
Or maybe school, yes, you with the letter jacket
Top of the class, everyone loves you
Parties at your mansion every weekend
Your parents are never home after all
Hiding from the geeks, nerds and dorks
Those who “pollute” your school
So you can take control
Ahh, but maybe, it is within you
Like any true bohemian artist
You need not to follow the tendencies of other stereotypes
For you can create your own
Locking your emotions from the real world
And putting them to use
Who knows? Maybe, it is in love
So they do say, home is where your heart is
And that true love, comes from one being, one soul
So it may be, wrapped in the arms of another
For home, may be, lost in the trance you fall into,
Every time you look into their eyes…
But no one stays under the same roof throughout their life
For seasons change and time goes by
From the weathered, aging cracks, and chips
Our shelter crumbles down
So then most move on
For those who don’t, end homeless, cold, lifeless
But the beauty of it all is
The rebuilding, the redesigning
Changing what we didn’t like before
And working to create a residence once again
okok, ONE more, we didn't read this, but this is a poem my dad and I hv been saying together ever since I was like, 3, it's the "lighter-side" of moonbeam..
One bright morning in the middle of the night
Two dead boys began to fight
Back to back they faced eachother
Drew their swords and shot one another
Two deaf policemen heard the nojse and came to the rescue of the 2 dead boys...
OHH man...speaking of y i was an HOUR late in the 1st place... here's the dealio, Dance ended late, I was completely empty so I has to find a gas station and pump gas, I got lost b/c my mom gave me the wrong directions, when I got directions fomr another gas station, my car broke down, so then I spent some time on the phone (which I might add, the battery was dying) trying to explain to my dad where I was...I swear getting lost is def. one of the worst things..especially if u hv NO sense of direction and niether do you parents..urgh...
See you in Nevada, b/c I guarantee someday I'll accidently actually drive out there...
What's It's Like on the Inside
This is it, I’ve finally broken
and I can’t hold it in any longer.
Outside the world is normal
Inside it is corrupt
Others see me and wonder
I see myself and need not
Out side the world thinks warm
Though my heart’s frozen dead
They can notice the fumbling of my fingers
As I cry to oblivion, in my head
I can feel, myself off peeling
From the line I wish I would still follow
But sure on the outside my shoes are tearing
and my motivation hollow
Outside they are the same
Inside, I can feel them taking
“All step up for Amanda’s brain!”
While I stand aside,
And feel my heart breaking.
oh and...
Alone
I feel, empty, used, secluded, alone…
I’m stuck in this small box as my room
Nothing, but, the room
Just the room, and the world is black
Everything’s black.
Just me, myself, and this room, alone.
Even when opening the door
I can’t find my way
Only, back to the room.
You brought color into my life
One room, of abstract paintings,
that I helped paint.
Then you left me, with these creatures
Acting like they know, like they…
Oh I can’t stand it anymore!
Color or not,
I’ve been kicked out of the night
and booted to morning.
Where nothing feels real or alive.
and I think I’m going to scream
Because I can’t find you in the mornings either
Are you hiding? Come out! Come out!
Why am I destined to be stuck with this paintbrush,
ALL ALONE?!
just one more...
It’s Not Just a House
Where’s home?
Is it the typical smiley, 50’s cliché?
All crest white, prim, and neat?
Where dad comes home from work
Mom’s got dinner ready
And the 2.5 children have finished their chores?
Does it live in hell? Perhaps a broken home,
That you only come back to night after night
because there’s nowhere else to go?
Feeling unwanted, undeserving,
Knowing what you do is perhaps wrong
But also perhaps right, depending on the morals you go by
The ones with pride
Or maybe school, yes, you with the letter jacket
Top of the class, everyone loves you
Parties at your mansion every weekend
Your parents are never home after all
Hiding from the geeks, nerds and dorks
Those who “pollute” your school
So you can take control
Ahh, but maybe, it is within you
Like any true bohemian artist
You need not to follow the tendencies of other stereotypes
For you can create your own
Locking your emotions from the real world
And putting them to use
Who knows? Maybe, it is in love
So they do say, home is where your heart is
And that true love, comes from one being, one soul
So it may be, wrapped in the arms of another
For home, may be, lost in the trance you fall into,
Every time you look into their eyes…
But no one stays under the same roof throughout their life
For seasons change and time goes by
From the weathered, aging cracks, and chips
Our shelter crumbles down
So then most move on
For those who don’t, end homeless, cold, lifeless
But the beauty of it all is
The rebuilding, the redesigning
Changing what we didn’t like before
And working to create a residence once again
okok, ONE more, we didn't read this, but this is a poem my dad and I hv been saying together ever since I was like, 3, it's the "lighter-side" of moonbeam..
One bright morning in the middle of the night
Two dead boys began to fight
Back to back they faced eachother
Drew their swords and shot one another
Two deaf policemen heard the nojse and came to the rescue of the 2 dead boys...
OHH man...speaking of y i was an HOUR late in the 1st place... here's the dealio, Dance ended late, I was completely empty so I has to find a gas station and pump gas, I got lost b/c my mom gave me the wrong directions, when I got directions fomr another gas station, my car broke down, so then I spent some time on the phone (which I might add, the battery was dying) trying to explain to my dad where I was...I swear getting lost is def. one of the worst things..especially if u hv NO sense of direction and niether do you parents..urgh...
See you in Nevada, b/c I guarantee someday I'll accidently actually drive out there...
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