Just a Kid

it was a bad day at school
i got in a fight
i hope mom lets me call him tonight
they don’t get along
but, what did i do so wrong
i want him to know i’m alright
when i hear the phone ring
sometimes i pray that it’s him
but, she won’t put me on the line
it’s been so many days
since we moved away
i wish i could turn back time

oh mom please
oh please
i’m hurting inside
let me talk to my daddy
tonight
oh mom please
oh please
it will be alright
just let me call him
tonight

i lay my head down
on the pillow again
i didn’t get to hear his voice
i’m just a kid i know
but, i can’t understand
why i don’t even get a choice

oh mom please
oh please
i’m hurting inside
let me talk to my daddy
tonight
please mommy
please
let me dial the phone
i know he’s at home
i want to talk to my daddy
tonight

kc08

ok people, i was asked to write something about a playground on acid
not sure if this what the person had in mind but, this is what came out
so, here you go

Playground

psychedelic masquerade
the blacktop
that’s been freshly laid
rainbows
seem to float
on high
in a teardrop
you swim by

multi flavored
dog food
solar system
solitude
intercybertary space
suffocated
human race

and i recall a
playground
where we…
had room for all
the boys and girls
it was our little
playground world
room for all the
girls and boys
such a lovely little
playground viod

tin foil
passages
clutter
your mind
nutcracker soldiers
feed you fine
from the jar
mother hides
on the back
of the shelf
look for me there
and find
yourself

a greek goddess
future
wraped in a
sheet
with cellophane
sneekers
on porcupine
feet

and i recall a
playground
but nothing
is what it seems to be
on the playground
that i used
to see
which ones
are boys
and which are girls
this is not our
little playground
world


kc08

Nowhere

you’re timeless smile shined on me
like sunshine in rebirth of spring
now these tears roll down the face
your sweet kisses
used to trace
how suddenly things seem to change
but from my eyes they fall
in vein
left unclaimed
as they fall
to nowhere
and i find myself alone
on a bridge too far from home
words from prophets
long ago
echo through the world i know
lines of caution and of faith
lead me to the path i take
driving ever further still
i’ve lost my way
i’ve lost my will
i’m on the road
to nowhere
and life’s a rolling tragedy
for those who drive
and cannot see
passing through both
time and space
hearts get lost without a trace
on the road
to nowhere
this is the place i’ll always be
in circles driving endlessly
and the words on the signs seem to fade
as i parade
down the road
to nowhere
and the words
that were written so long ago
seem to show
i’m on the road
to nowhere

kc08

Cynicism
with the eyes of an angel
she looks deep into my soul
imperfections expose themselves
and it scares the hell out of me

what does she see
why would she waste her time on me

i used to be so much better, I used to be whole
but, that was long ago
before this world took grasp of me and turned me into the shell you see before you now

maybe I was naïve then…
or, perhaps it was because I simply had younger eyes

ah, the hope of youth
wasted on the ones that lack the wisdom to understand it

wisdom?

kind of a silly word
not something you gain no, I think it’s more tangible than that
it’s more like the bruises one is left with when you have the hope beat out of you

yeah, now that’s wisdom
so I lay lonely on my bed and wonder
should I call her
do I dare let her look through my eyes
no, let it go,
go to sleep
it most likely wouldn’t have worked anyway…


kc08

Kc enjoyed but you won't know unless you try.

Life

Spring is sifting its way into winter
Day turns to night in the desert
The cold blooded races scamper
back to the safety of their dens
Soon the nocturnal instincts will win
as the temperature rises
80
90
100
Wildflowers
Cactus blooms
The poppies wait for the sun to warm their smiles
This wasteland has a beauty all its own
Busy in the rebirth that is on the horizon
and the struggle to survive continues
in the hope of anew
Once again the cunning and the strong
will endure and the week will fall prey
to this harsh land...
and its vicious cycle of death

kc08

Bravo,,,,

Niceeeeeeeeeeeee

ok i guess i started this so here is my list in the order i think they should go

1)the inviting kiss
this one blew me away the first time I read it and still does The only other person I can imagine writing it would be the lovely ms wiz

2)pride
I can still see my mom my sister and I all crying at the computer when we read this

3)the cracked vase
I just love this one

4)airport daze
great story with a great feel

5)7 toys
I don’t know what it is about this one I just love it

6)tonight
still think this one should be a song

7)willow
beautifully romantic

8)imaginary memories
show me a woman who wouldn’t like to be loved like that and I will show you someone without a pulse

9)seaside picnic
wow the raw emotion of this one

10)fear
you are so vulnerable in this one sad but loving

11)front row parking
well you wrote this at my request so I am kinda partial

12)last call
how you took that one line “everyone knows its last call” and wrote all of that around it is amazing to me

13)all that glitters
knowing your story as I do just makes this one so good

14)flight
beautiful piece just beautiful

15)just a kid
omg this one is so sad and I know it kills you

16)so long farewell goodbye
just powerful images in this one

17)playground
very out there but I guess that was the point huh?

18)the mirrors tale
I could not leave this one off a great touching write I know you wrote it for two different people but one of them is my friend and this along with all of your help made a difference to her and her children. Thank you for that


man this is harder than I thought wow I have changed the order so many times and I was going to stop at 5 to but I keep adding...sorry ok I will stop now
see you for lunch today before we leave out?

They are all so wonderful I couldn't pick a favorite

thanks stef
i bet that took a while
# 8 killed me.....no pulse...perfect

thats the way i see it



S

Together


the first time
i saw you
i knew what i -
wanted
the first time
i saw you
i knew where i -
belonged

never far
from the truth
and in your arms
i want to stay -
forever
`cause
no one’s ever
held me
the way that you
hold us -
together

i found myself
restless
in the empty
hands
of love
till you pulled
my heart closer
and gave me
this gift
from above

and i see
me
for the
first time
in those eyes that
outshine - the weather
no one’s
really ever
held me
the way that you
hold me –
together

when i look
in those
eyes
i swear
i can see –
forever
no one’s really
ever held me
the way
you hold me
when were -
together


kc08

Gaze

i stare through
the moonlight
and fall
into your dark eyes
they capture feelings
and erase time
quiet comfort
in a prism of love
warm as the
breeze
in the
south pacific
engaging as
a bonfire
wrap me
in your gaze
for it is
here
i was
born
to live
and it is
here
i wish to
remain,
to be
loved,
to be
me

kc08

this is in response to etherealembers ballerina post

http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/105820

she asked me for my version
i ended up with two, one about the ballerina
and one about the music box
(neither are as good as hers)
as follows...


Full Circle

dance your endless circles
my long time friend
you’ve danced for me
again and again
you were there for my
very first kiss
my first broken heart,
you’ve seen many of my first
my ribbons and my trophies
you even witnessed when i let
you know who, touch me that first time
and you hold all of my secrets-silent
the melody of A Midsummer night’s dream
filled the air so many times
though now,
not as often as it once did
you have held up so well over the years
i wish i could say the same
now today i close you for the last time
as mine
i hope you have room in your box
for a whole new set of first
and a place she can keep her secrets-safe
i know she can count on you
just as i know on those night when
i feel a little silly or perhaps maybe even
somewhat sentimental
i can walk down the hall
turn your key and you will dance once again
for me


kc08

Your words just leave me Speechless at times

Simply Beautiful,,,

this is in response to etherealembers ballerina post

http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/105820

she asked me for my version
i ended up with two, one about the ballerina
and one about the music box
(neither are as good as hers)
as follows...


My Ballerina

i watch as you sleep
my memories to keep
tomorrow i give you away
that sweet little girl
in the grown up world
i wish you were 7 to stay

tutu’s and jumps
bruises and bumps
so many along the way

your dedication shows
in your mangled up toes
that nobody else can see
that final recital
and under the title
your name on the marquee

fairies and pace
balance and grace
you say you danced it for me

the barre on the wall
held you steady through all
i guess i’ll remove it soon
pirouettes and plie
to a walk down the aisle
its time for you to bloom

fouettes and jetes
i’m not ready just yet
as the memories are all i can see
tutu’s and jumps
bruises and bumps
you’ll always be a
ballerina to me


kc03

So long...Farewell...Goodbye

All these years together and this is how you stand before me. Not a hint of sorrow or, of sadness. Not even a trace of a tear.

Well, what did I expect?

Thinking of all I wish to say to you….
Knowing it will do no good…

With that cold sickle heart. Turning it on so many unsuspecting (as you call them) victims. You wield it in random but, you pick and cut them with surgical precision. Have you stopped to survey the damage?

When you reflect on your life and you ask yourself if you were ever truly loved, remember me. Recall all I have endured. Remember that even at the end I loved you with all of my being. I will most likely die loving you.
How sad is that?
Not only for me but, for us too.
Remember how I was to you. I always supported you, encouraged you, and helped you when you asked. I didn't tell you who you are or who to be. I simply loved you for you.

I gave you the room to grow the room to change and to find who you are. Some how; you interpreted this as weakness. I tried to shield you from the harsh reality of this sometimes cruel world and you viewed it as dishonest and disrespectful.

Just when did you become the pillar respect?
You; with your tarnished crown and newly developed vestige of moral standing.

I feel sorry for the others that will come into your world, for the celestial comets of karma will circle your universe and return to you one day...

So as I approach you for the last time, I take your elegant hands of deceit and hold them as gently as ever. I fight my tears and silently kiss you on the cheek. I turn away never to look back but, knowing, as I walk away, you will catch a hint of the last breath I shall ever exhale for you. You can taste it, smell it and sense it in the moisture resting so hopelessly on your beautiful face.

Dry it with the memory of our past.

(I envision three swipes of your hand.)

(first)....so long
(second)...farewell
(third)....goodbye


kc08

Forever and Never

had forever fail me
not sure if it will come back around
when buildings and dreams go falling
they make the same noise as they hit the ground

i held forever a short while
not really what it seems to be
the life i recall now is over
is this what you wished me to see
and your absence screams inside me
the punishment don’t fit what i’ve found
like i said about dreams that go falling
i’m just trying to silence the sound

forever hovers in memory
in passing it just seemed to be
whatever it meant in your eyes
i guess it’s much different to me
forever to never in your heart
is this what you wished me to see
the life I recall is over
is this what you wished us to be

now your absence it screams inside me
i’m lost and may never be found
like i said about things that go falling
i’m just trying to silence the sound
trying to silence the sound
i keep trying to silence the sound

kc08

Scent

I know you hated my bed

Not the figurative
representation
but, the actual bed
itself

Lately I have begun to feel the same way

I mean,
I know it’s old but,
it is still comfortable
though,
I find no comfort in it

With its
duel personalities

Warm yet,
the coldest place in my house
and how is it
that even now
no matter how many times I wash the sheets
or
change the
pillow cases
it finds a way
to release a hint of that
Prada perfume you liked so much

God I hate the fact
that smell is so
linked to
our memories

Well I won’t cut off my nose
just to get a
good nights sleep
maybe I should look into
getting a
futon


kc08