Waiting for a well deserved apology is a waste of time; sorry doesn't cut it. WARNING: for those with a vivid imagination, one part may be disturbing. Enjoy! :) This was written back in 08. Just know, it's Too Late to Apologize:
OoOoO... I know you sorry now
Did you drop the soap yet?
Bend over and let the feeling penetrate
Reality can make you hallucinate
You can be sorry all you want
Beg on knees if you please
But its "too late to apologize"
Whether or not you realize
But "I'm sorry" wasn't on your agenda
At least not since the alpha from you to me
You gave the judge in the court more love
And made sure to contest the size of the glove
Now I know you feeling it
Something isn't sitting right
In the depths of your soul
Makes you feel like loosing control
Its the Redemption Song
Seeking to escape
From your lips to my ear
Singing Boys II Men, "I swear"
You may still be blinded
From all the hearsay you hear
But let me give you some advise
Don't mix your senses but think twice
My mind and heart are feuding
Truly a game of Tug of War
Over you and where I stand on the issue
'Cause what I had for you was honestly true.
2008
*Poem by Lex*
Monday, March 21, 2011
Thinking 'Bout You
In dedication to the people that have this spectacular, mind boggling ability to makes everything about themselves. Everything is allegedly for their benefit, all thi time, according to them. This poem written back in 2009 goes out to you, I'm still Thinking 'Bout You:
There you go again
Doing wha you do best
Thinkn bout you.
I think about you
Why do we need two?
Two brains shouldn't be thinkin bout you.
Can you use your energy to think bout me?
You can but you choose not to
You prefer to think about you
The most important thing in this world
In your mind, low and behold: You
Reality is... there is no you
Without us, the rest of this world
So put us into consideration
at least sometimes
at least me
I feel I deserve that
at least that
So my request
Is plain and simple:
In addition to thinking bout you
Can you think bout me too?
2009
*Poem by Lex*
There you go again
Doing wha you do best
Thinkn bout you.
I think about you
Why do we need two?
Two brains shouldn't be thinkin bout you.
Can you use your energy to think bout me?
You can but you choose not to
You prefer to think about you
The most important thing in this world
In your mind, low and behold: You
Reality is... there is no you
Without us, the rest of this world
So put us into consideration
at least sometimes
at least me
I feel I deserve that
at least that
So my request
Is plain and simple:
In addition to thinking bout you
Can you think bout me too?
2009
*Poem by Lex*
Why??
Even when I try not to fit the description of a stereotypical female, I can't always resist the instinct. We always want to know why; we bawl out why, if not out-loud definitely in our heads. This poem is an explosion back in 2008 from the overload of "why?"s being held in for too long... this is Why??:
So many times I sit thinking
Asking myself over and over again
Why?
Why did I allow him to get the best of me?
Now because of him, the truth I cannot see,
These streets I walk aimlessly
Thinking of what I could have been.
If he wasn't for so long my everything.
My morning, my noon, and my evening
Were drowned in thoughts of only him.
My dreams darkened by his evil grin
At the time I thought was so enticing.
So many times I sit crying
Tears run away from my brown eyes screaming
Why?
Why do I allow him to get the best of me?
His name I shouldn't utter in my testimony
He's not in school books but he is history
From a distance both miles and years away
His affect rocks my calm spirit like an earthquake
My body shakes and my eyes rotate side to side
Wondering if he found another place to hide
And come from the back like a surprise
To reveal to me his untimely devise
So many times I sit writing
The word that comes to mind a thousand times
Why?
Why did I allow this to happen?
I try to record it on paper and with pen.
Reading back this unreal contraption
Halts the gears in my brain from function
Turning this world into an illusion.
Its realities, to my thoughts, are intrusions
I'd prefer to shorten it like a conjunction
Skip straight to the point and reduce the pollution.
But life's journey needs problems to have solutions.
This time I will stand
To be exact, I will do what I can to understand
Why.
Why I will no longer allow him to get the best of me.
Always comparing to the Jones' lawn
Isn't supposed to wake me up at dawn
But I let it... trying to find out their secret
To make the grass green and how to keep it
But all the variables in between I leave out
Like not taking into consideration the drought
So now I will devote my time to watering my grass
Instead of thinking bout him while sitting on my ass.
No longer I will ask why... but I will Stand
2008
*Poem by Lex*
So many times I sit thinking
Asking myself over and over again
Why?
Why did I allow him to get the best of me?
Now because of him, the truth I cannot see,
These streets I walk aimlessly
Thinking of what I could have been.
If he wasn't for so long my everything.
My morning, my noon, and my evening
Were drowned in thoughts of only him.
My dreams darkened by his evil grin
At the time I thought was so enticing.
So many times I sit crying
Tears run away from my brown eyes screaming
Why?
Why do I allow him to get the best of me?
His name I shouldn't utter in my testimony
He's not in school books but he is history
From a distance both miles and years away
His affect rocks my calm spirit like an earthquake
My body shakes and my eyes rotate side to side
Wondering if he found another place to hide
And come from the back like a surprise
To reveal to me his untimely devise
So many times I sit writing
The word that comes to mind a thousand times
Why?
Why did I allow this to happen?
I try to record it on paper and with pen.
Reading back this unreal contraption
Halts the gears in my brain from function
Turning this world into an illusion.
Its realities, to my thoughts, are intrusions
I'd prefer to shorten it like a conjunction
Skip straight to the point and reduce the pollution.
But life's journey needs problems to have solutions.
This time I will stand
To be exact, I will do what I can to understand
Why.
Why I will no longer allow him to get the best of me.
Always comparing to the Jones' lawn
Isn't supposed to wake me up at dawn
But I let it... trying to find out their secret
To make the grass green and how to keep it
But all the variables in between I leave out
Like not taking into consideration the drought
So now I will devote my time to watering my grass
Instead of thinking bout him while sitting on my ass.
No longer I will ask why... but I will Stand
2008
*Poem by Lex*
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