Little White Scars

I've got a friend who can write unreal little poems. She doesn't think they're any good. So! I will be posting a poem by her each week. These poems will be found in the top of the right margin, just above "Links". I would love to here your feedback about these poems so please comment on this post to let me know your thoughts.

Now, why did I choose 'Little White Scars' as the name? Well everyone has scars on their body with stories from the past behind them. Take me for example, one of the scars on my hand I got when I was 8 while trying to saw a chocolate bunny in half with a steak knife so my friend and I could share it. The knife slipped and now all I have to remember that story is a little white scar on my hand. I feel that the poems she writes are remembered because of little white scars in her heart. Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do.

Your Very Own Lullaby

(A poetic collection of song lyrics)
(Please Read From Top-Bottom, or Up-Down, in a sort of Zig-Zag motion. Thank You)

It's as simple as something that nobody knows
that her beauty will follow wherever she goes

and she don't want to go outside, tonight

This is how an angel cries,

I blame it on my own sick pride.

Its too cold out side, for angels to fly.

I want to shelter you,

and all the things you do.

If its the last thing that I do
I'm bleeding out for you.

Your eyes they shine so bright, 

I want to save their light.

Ripped Gloves, Raincoat.

Weary Eyed, Dry Throat.

The tears come streaming down your face

and you lose something you can't replace.

I will try to fix you.
Now, here's a riddle for you,

There's a reason for the world,

like a flag goes unfurled.

Well I know the feeling

and there ain't no healing.

Just when I think your gone

I can't get you outta my head.

Just like a simple song
I can't get you outta my head.

I had you living life like you should

you say you never had it so good.

We're having such a good time together

and its only just begun, 

my hearts never smiled so hard

you make me smile like the sun

and I don't know why,
I can't keep my eyes off of you.

Look how they shine

for all the things you do.

Well, look at the stars and we're together,

yeah, it's always better when we're together.

I've been waiting for my dreams to turn 

into something I could believe in.

And looking for that magic rainbow,

on the horizon, I couldn't see it.

All of the things that I want to say,

just aren't coming out right. 

So just close your eyes, well honey 

here comes a lullaby, 

Your very own lullaby.

Control

You walk through the door

and your coming home late.

Your head kinda hurts,

been a really long day.

Moms at the table

she looks pretty mad.

Starts interrogating

its turning out bad.

There's yelling and screaming

your fears begin to set.

She's angry, she's livid.

The circumstances met.

You lie in bed crying

trying to soak it all in.

Saying "God I'm trying,

but I just need a friend."

The buzz of the phone

rings through your ears.

"Hey, how you doing?

Seems like its been years.

Well I'm just calling

to let you know,

we're all here for you

we love you, gotta go."

Slowly surrounding

is a pool of your tears,

your heart stops its pounding,

your face slowly clears.

One day, it will be better,

the worries disappear.

You start to get control

of yourself and your fears.

Demons

On the outside, I'm normal...
enough to deceive.
Got 2 hands, 2 feet,
2 eyes, that can see.

My eyes, they are warm
with a welcoming hue.
You think I'm your friend,
I wish it were true.

Now, the eyes that you see,
are different from within.
On the inside, they're dark,
they're cold, full of sin.

Something is hiding
its kind of concealed,
from both of your eyes,
yet its eyes are peeled.

It waits for an opening
to unleash all its rage.
So leave, before I hurt you
Before he breaks his cage.

Love is Always Looking Up

Love is a piggy bank, You fill it with "I love you"'s and "You look beautiful"'s til its nice and fat, and eaten its fill. Then you get caught up in other things, and have to smash it with a hammer. Love is a fishing pole. Love is a Firebird, getting in trouble for going too fast, then slowing down and enjoying the ride. Love is a zip-line. Love is a waterfall, showering you with gifts and affection. Love is a tractor. Love is the bed of a jacked up Chevy, parked by the lake up the canyon beneath the dotted sky. Love is a citation. Love is Maverick, yes the one played by Tom Cruise on Top Gun. I guess it could be the gas station too, yes, also the gas station. Love is a gas station, filling you full of goodness. You run it 'til it's dry, then it fills you up again. Love is a Coldplay song. Love is a Clock. Love is a pair of Nickelback tickets. Love is a blue composition notebook titled Poems & Things. Love is Always Looking Up.

When We Stand Together

-We must stand together, that's when we all win.-NICKELBACK My most favorite lyrics of all time. It means more than it says. This world, is full of people, people on the fast track to success, and people who have broken down. This life isn't a race.  If we don't slow down and help others along the way, our lives are wasted. -We could feed a starving world with what we throw away, but all we serve are empty words, that always taste the same.- We are all full of it. -Not enough of is care, Anywhere. We are not wise, for that reason, mankind dies.-LANGSTON HUGHES If only anyone cared enough to make a difference. IF.

If

If I was an eagle...I would fly....fly away, above the skyline while people attempted to take pictures of me with there Kodak cameras. No one telling me where to go, what to do, what to take notes on for the test next thursday. If I was a whale, I would dive...dive into the deep, dark, ocean. Miles below the surface where no person can go. Into some underwater cavern just to get away from it all. If. If I was anything but human, I would get away from them. Go hide in the forests they so willingly destroy, conceal myself in the over-polluted sky, go and lurk in the oil-filled sea. If. But no. I'm only human, they say, as if its some sort of an excuse. They hold themselves to a low standard so they have an excuse for the low-down things they do. If only they could realize themselves. If only they could see what they could do. If. If only we would care. If. If.