Saturday, January 29, 2011

Plain Jane

She was that girl that nobody could see.
She reminded me of you and reminded me of me.
She had only one friend that she could confer.
She was that girl in the halls and no one noticed her.

And all she ever wanted was for somebody to see her.

She could never step out from all the noise
And get some attention from the boys,
Because she didn’t look like what they wanted,
Because she wouldn’t flaunt what they flaunted.

And all she ever wanted was for somebody to love her.

Then she was all alone when her best friend died.
She had no one else for her to confide.
She loved her friends kids like they were her own,
But out of the spot light and remained unknown.

And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hear her.

I see her house; it’s expensive and new.
I can see the successes that she did accrue.
But despite her homemade achievement throne,
She gets out of work just to be all alone.

And all she ever wanted was for somebody to hold her.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Happy Emoticon

I must say that I am so pleased today.
This is a joy that I’ll gladly admit.
Don’t be sad for me in this way.
I’m glad I didn’t ever ruin it.
I got to the end and did not make a mess!
I lived well and felt like a success.
I loved my life in every breath.
I know that I did my very best.
I did the best I could before death.
So what if missed some of the rest?
Let’s celebrate today a job well done
And remember the good times with everyone.
I prioritized and never was late.
I did what I wanted and I never waited.
I got to love and I got to hate.
I’ve been loved and I’ve been hated.
I hope that you say, ‘good job; good game.’
I hope that you and I feel the same.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

A Penny for Your Silence

They take what’s mine.
Reboot, fix, refine.
Forty-two years old.
Give it a new face.
Ready to be sold.
Embrace the new case.

Revive the past;
Nostalgic contrast.
Show me the sequel.
Give it your best shot.
Results unequal.
Can you create or not?

Recycled art
Fills our shopping cart.
We know that it’s a waste.
Consumers smile and nod.
They know we like the taste.
All that glitters is god.