Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

questioning the depth and sincerity
only not that makes you want
perpetual girl that i want to love whenever you feel its easy
faking every lighthearted conversation
unattached and less than dependable

For those who've been to my blog recently, this is old news. But I thought I'd post here, since not many people actually visit my blog. Anyway, here goes. . .

As the day fades into night, the young and the old both grow to appreciate the day, realizing that the minutes that seep away now are ones they will never regain. Somewhere on the other side of the earth, there's nothing more prominient in one man's mind. As he sits entrenched in the earth, his mind whirs with thoughts of forgotten activities. As he looks west, he notices the first rays of the sun crossing the now dark blue sky, and remembers the days when life was more simple. A time when there was nothing to do but sit under his favorite trees, and stare up at the stars at night, a time when he used his gun to hunt animals and not other humans. But here he was, face to face with a barbwire fence, and what seemed like an entire nation of enemies. A light stroke on his cheek served as a warning of the prick of the mosquito to come next. As he slapped at the insect, he noticed more and more of the sun beginning to peek over the hill. Somewhere out in the front of him, he could see the wind making the brush sway, dance. It moved like an awkward teenager, unsure of himself, as he tried to look "cool" during his first dance in public. A grin played across his face as he remembered the sweat that poured down his face that night, and how he'd hoped so much that he'd impressed her. Her. . .what was her name? He couldn't remember now, his mind had become so filled during his six months training, that it was as if it had entirely erased all of his previous memories. Her name had been all he could think for six months, but now it seems as if it were just an echo, growing more and more scant as time went by. Suddenly the brush moved unexpectedly, and time stood still as he raised his rifle, held his breath, and tried to steady his hands. The brush continued to move and then a green orb flew through the air and landed next to him. As he scrambled away, he could feel a force like he'd never felt before. It tore at his back and left heat in his shoulders, and as he fell to the ground he suddenly could remember her name. . . that name that had been in his head for so long, he had forgotten it. As he felt black sweep over him, saw the boots that walked by his head, he could only think of one thing. . .Julia, that was her name. Julia.

People are so reminiscent
...or maybe that's just me
Always wanting things back
to what they used to be
Life was fine
Until this year
And then I learned
the true definition of fear
What will tomorrow bring?
Who will I lose next?
What's the point in trying?
Life's one big train wreck
I never got the chance to say good-bye
to a close friend
I miss her so much
And long to see her again
And then the one person who just wanted to love me
I kept pushing away
Now I regret doing that to you
Our bond of closeness is beginning to fray
And then my other half
was no longer here
I miss dancing crazy in the car
I miss having you so near
But life is too short
There's no time to dwell on the past
But always remember:
This, too, shall pass

Ahh--the ambiguous ways that -is- "poetry"

The Dollhouse~

Look- I can be trapped by one wall
Simply sitting in my place just like a doll
But don't worry I will always have this grin
Just let these words drip from my chin
and you can even save them in a jar
Taped up and stitched but never do I scar
At night I'm left uncovered while sleeping
Or sometimes put away for safe-keeping
My thoughts will just echo in my own head
Never regretting what's never been said
But please keep the windows open so I can see the rain
I'll just reside in this restricted domain
and look my dress is always clean
Even though it might never be seen
So I'll remember to sit where positioned
and this is how we have all been conditioned

~Jennifer

The Days

The days are gone..
fumbling, outstretching ourselves till we fell
collect the pieces together and wish them well
these weary ghosts wanted rest,
but I would not let them go..

I crashed this funeral of ours
for one last goodbye..
those days are gone, days no more
no more shroud over my eyes..
I’ve sobered up to say the least,
stopped starving myself to death
just searching for the feast..

days are gone, days no more,
hours pass and pass to days..

I heard her voice just yesterday
can’t wait to see her smile tomorrow..
if I could only get through this clouded night,
wont need no scientist to set me straight
wont need no caution lights..
things will be so simple
days will fly by and away we’ll fly

days pass and pass to years..
no more confusion,
no more tears the haze has cleared
I hear your voice, I see your smile
it just never gets old
the days are here, the days are here.