My Disdain for Shoes

I always trip, I often fall,

I have no time to hang at the mall.

‘What’s the point,’ I ask myself,

Of three feet of shoes piled on a shelf?

My closet seems bare, not one designer thread,

There are five million t-shirts, hanging there instead.

My beautifully outworn high-tops, beginning to tear,

The flip-flops I practically never wear,

The cute shoes for prom-I ended up barefoot instead.

Can’t you just see me in sneakers on the day I am wed?

Brand name shoes, prices high,

Heel stabbed toes wishing to die.

Girls tumbling, girls stumbling, balance falling short,

Complaining that “it hurts!”  Why inflict pain of any sort?

Is it really necessary to choose fashion over comfy soles?

And a handful of new pairs over a few minor holes?

Fools Like Me

Inspired by Vanessa Carlton’s “Hereos and Thieves” album 

“And in these broken times I promise I will not forget, 
Though you’re not mine upon your shoulder I can rest, 
Cause you always give me your best.” 
-Vanessa Carlton "My Best" 

How can I even begin to describe the moment? 
The moment I realized that my soul was blasting from the speakers. 
That every regret, every wish, every dream 
Existed in someone else’s words, 
And I had an outlet to get those feeling out. 

I cried the entire way home, 
Switching from one track to another, 
Trying to find a song that would ease the pain. 
Instead of tugging at my heart and 
Telling me that everything was about to change 

I cannot listen to this cd without missing you desperately. 
Every line could be taken from my diary. 
How does someone I’ve never even met, know? 
Know how bad it hurts losing you? 
Does she need her love the way I need you? 

I cannot believe that I’ve lived this long without you. 
Years have passed so fast, 
Yet the moments drag so slow. 
I listen to the melodies and remember- 
The happy way things used to be. 

I remember every minute, every smile. 
I hold on to that last embrace, as though it’s all I have. 
I try not to dwell, knowing that things will never be the same. 
You don’t even know the extreme 
That your existence has impacted me. 

I listen to the words in reflection now- 
How could things have been different? 
Would it really have been fair? 
I’ll always wonder and question. 
Perhaps our love could have been real. 

“There are people in this lifetime that we should never meet, 
Cause to be here now without you, well, my life’s so incomplete, 
I tell you what you mean to me, maybe then you’ll see 
Cause the only one I come undone for is you” 
-Vanessa Carlton "Undone" 

Separated Feelings

I’m not that shy innocent little thing anymore.
I see the world with new, wonder-filled eyes.
I’m not that little girl who knows nothing.
And I can’t know everything,
But I know that this is right.

I know that every moment is worth it.
I know that I am no longer yours.
Yes, you helped me grow,
Began the teaching,
Showed me that there could be more in life,
But those moments are gone.

I’m coming to realize
I need the chance to spread my wings.
I need the opportunity to fly.
I need the chance to fall.
I need to make my own choices.

Don’t be heavy hearted.
Everything is changing
But everything must.
Time will not stand still
And holding on to the past
Hurts more than you know.

This is not a good-bye.
It’s a request.
I ask you to trust me,
Know I’ve learned,
Know I’ll be okay.

Surely you see the sparkle in my eyes.
You must realize this is the new reality.
I’m not going anywhere,
Nor am I ever going back
To the way things used to be.

Breaking

“Hey, can you talk a little louder?  I don‘t think my heart is broken enough.”

-Anna Nalick, Paper Bag

Gossip.

Rumors.

Trash-talk.

Smack.

‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me?’

Is there a bigger lie 

In the history of teenage existence?

Everyone’s passing the

‘She said’

‘He said’

‘She did what’s?’

Your enemy,

Your best friend,

The target doesn’t matter.

If the story’s juicy,

Then the world must know.

If my news can one-up yours

My brain loses all restraint,

The urge to bite my tongue is gone

And those angry words gush.

Heart’s breaking.

Tears flowing.

The drama’s becoming harsher.

It’s more than these fragile egos can take.

Will there ever be a breaking point?

I’m scared for them,

Scared for me,

Holding your head high 

Can only last for so long.

At some point the accusations will be too much

Who will catch them when they fall?