Cherry Chapstick
A clean sheet of paper,
And a pen that writes smoothly.
Cherry chapstick filling up the cracks in my lips,
Smoothing them over, making them soft again.
For a little while at least.
A desperately needed A+ on a U.S. History exam.
A clean bedroom,
Vaccuumed floors,
Dusted shelves,
A freshly made bed.
The smell of pinesol,
Freshly stained doors,
Something new,
Burning wood,
The earth after it rains.
The sound of running water.
The beauty of a flame...
The taste of cigerettes and alchohal on your lips.
Cover it up with minty mouth wash and Stride gum.
The feeling of security, safety,
When your arms -
So much stronger than mine -
Wrap around me.
A comforting hand on my back.
Sitting in front of the TV,
Popcorn and soda at hand,
Beside a close friend,
Enjoying hours of the only show we ever keep up with anymore.
Trashing aisles in Wal-mart,
Because we have nothing better to do,
With what seems like an endless amount of time -
Until it's gone that is.
Painting nails on the tile floor of K-mart,
Just testing out the colors.
They look so different when they're in the bottles on the shelves,
And we're just making sure it is what it seems to be,
That it is what we want.
After all, we must be careful these days.
Springtime.
The smell of freshly cut grass...
Grass I spent hours cutting,
Because no one else would.
Kind of like the refrigerator that needs to be cleaned out again,
The closet that needs to be organized...
I might as well empty it out completely,
Throw everything away.
I have too much stuff.
Magazines that tell me how to live my life,
How I should be.
It's sickening,
But I'll still sit there reading them if I have nothing else to do.
Nothing else to do? Hah!
Sometimes it seems like I'm always busy:
Dance team,
Forensics,
English team,
FCCLA meetings,
Piano lessons,
School,
Volleyball,
Homework,
Choir performances,
Church activities...
Yet I find so much time to sit behind this computer,
Bored and feeling useless.
Put my friends on the back burner...
If I begged hard enough I might just be allowed to hang out with them,
At least for a little bit.
There's that guitar sitting upstairs...
You know, the one I've had since fifth grade,
But haven't touched in months.
I'm pretty sure it's still sitting there,
Out of tune and covered with dust.
A clean sheet of paper,
And a pen that writes smoothly.
Cherry chapstick filling up the cracks in my lips,
Smoothing them over, making them soft again.
For a little while at least.
And a pen that writes smoothly.
Cherry chapstick filling up the cracks in my lips,
Smoothing them over, making them soft again.
For a little while at least.
A desperately needed A+ on a U.S. History exam.
A clean bedroom,
Vaccuumed floors,
Dusted shelves,
A freshly made bed.
The smell of pinesol,
Freshly stained doors,
Something new,
Burning wood,
The earth after it rains.
The sound of running water.
The beauty of a flame...
The taste of cigerettes and alchohal on your lips.
Cover it up with minty mouth wash and Stride gum.
The feeling of security, safety,
When your arms -
So much stronger than mine -
Wrap around me.
A comforting hand on my back.
Sitting in front of the TV,
Popcorn and soda at hand,
Beside a close friend,
Enjoying hours of the only show we ever keep up with anymore.
Trashing aisles in Wal-mart,
Because we have nothing better to do,
With what seems like an endless amount of time -
Until it's gone that is.
Painting nails on the tile floor of K-mart,
Just testing out the colors.
They look so different when they're in the bottles on the shelves,
And we're just making sure it is what it seems to be,
That it is what we want.
After all, we must be careful these days.
Springtime.
The smell of freshly cut grass...
Grass I spent hours cutting,
Because no one else would.
Kind of like the refrigerator that needs to be cleaned out again,
The closet that needs to be organized...
I might as well empty it out completely,
Throw everything away.
I have too much stuff.
Magazines that tell me how to live my life,
How I should be.
It's sickening,
But I'll still sit there reading them if I have nothing else to do.
Nothing else to do? Hah!
Sometimes it seems like I'm always busy:
Dance team,
Forensics,
English team,
FCCLA meetings,
Piano lessons,
School,
Volleyball,
Homework,
Choir performances,
Church activities...
Yet I find so much time to sit behind this computer,
Bored and feeling useless.
Put my friends on the back burner...
If I begged hard enough I might just be allowed to hang out with them,
At least for a little bit.
There's that guitar sitting upstairs...
You know, the one I've had since fifth grade,
But haven't touched in months.
I'm pretty sure it's still sitting there,
Out of tune and covered with dust.
A clean sheet of paper,
And a pen that writes smoothly.
Cherry chapstick filling up the cracks in my lips,
Smoothing them over, making them soft again.
For a little while at least.