Fancy Dresses and Consequences

I want a pretty boyfriend
With a pretty ugly soul
And a really great smile
That falsely reflects on my face.

I wanna date a jock
Who can bench 315,
Who's 12 heads taller than me
So he can't see my face.

I want a shiny car
That costs more than a house
So I can drive my friends around
And crash into a minivan with three kids in the back.

I wanna be a movie star
With money in a vault
For buying fur coats and sunglasses
That only People Magazine care about.

I want to be on drugs
Because all the cool kids are doing it,
Then I can go to all the parties
And jump off a garage roof.

I wanna be rich
So I can have three TVs
And watch any show I want.
Then I won't know who's dying in school shootings.

I want to cover up my zits
And wear short skirts
So all the guys chase me
And I can fall on my face after high school.

I want to be a slut
So I'm on everybody's laps
And everybody's lips when I'm gone,
So I blend in with everyone else.

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I want a piano.
I want an Augustana CD.
I want a piece of toast.
I want a pretty boyfriend
With a pretty great soul.

The End =]

Seeing Eyes

The quiet street
Bridges the gap
Between reality and
Here.
The darkness reaches out a
Cold hand and pulls down the
Cross-hatched screen,
Blinding us, preventing us from seeing
Anything but a world our own.
Let the frigid night breathe on
Our clasped hands.
Let me lead you across the oceans
Across two worlds
Across two suns.
Let me be your sight
To lead you into my heart;
Only I know the path free of scars.
Let me pull the strings and
Make the puppets dance wildly
As we spin on the white-painted "STOP."
Let be your tired eyes;
I've got your hand.
Let me show you
What you can be.
Let the rain come down on your face
As your heart beats in your chest.
Let me be your seeing eyes
And stay blind to everything else.
I'll find some ropes and tie down your worries
And you'll rely on me.
Let me find your stories and
We'll paint sloppy smiles and tears
In pitch black happiness.
Let me be your seeing eyes,
And guide you back to the real world.
The screen has been lifted
So let me blind you from what you're afraid of.
Or let me be there for you
So I can see it with you.
Let me be your seeing eyes,
Your best friend.
Let me be there with you, for you,
Beside you.
Just let me in.

Frustration

I can't believe
You don't believe
That I'm the one for you.
There's a battle,
A battle raging
In my heart and you're the enemy.
But you're on my side--
No, not a traitor,
A friend.
And yes, that's it.
For you.
It must be unrequited everything.
Unrequited laughs,
Smiles,
Jokes.
Even when my heart jumps into my stomach,
You don't feel it.
And I cannot tell you any of this.
Because guess what?
We're just really good friends.

Payless

Slouching in the dreaded line;
It seems as though everyone is looking at you
Buying the stamps that never go on envelopes.
You stand there, with
Secondhand clothes and holes in the soles,
But your feet feel oddly warm.
Then you realized that
Someone else has been in your shoes.
You are not alone.
Bags and bags of threadbare sweaters.
These final scraps of warmth are no longer yours,
But now a freezing child will have a blanket or a jacket.
You stand there, with
A child saying, "Daddy, Daddy, can we buy this?"
And your heart feels cold and empty.
You look down at the grimy tiled floor,
And there is mud where you are standing.
As the cashier's chest heaves and stale breath leaks out of her
Heavily lined mouth,
You realize that other people have stood here,
And that you are probably better off than they are.
You are not alone,
But you are not desperate like they are.

A Slow Dance

You hold me close;
I push you away.
You ask me what is wrong;
I cannot say.
You begin to speak;
I begin to cry.
You ask me what is going on;
I shake my head and sigh.
You hold me closer;
I push you still.
You ask if I'm okay;
With tears my eyes refill.
You do not understand;
I look away, too.
You look down at me;
I realize again that I love you.
The music swirls around;
The room's spinning ends.
The music fades out;
For we will only ever be friends.

A Day of School

The beep of the alarm
Clock at school shows
8:20am the bell
Rings of the famous
Rulers and calculators after
Chorus of angels sing as the first french
Fry my brain with el and
Lala it's time for
Lit matches and fumes and
Lab paper crammed into my book
Bag lunches are smashed into paper
Fists curl as the bladder wrenches on the way
Home, run, the computer is
Still and silent as the door is shoved
Open the refrigerator and the
Clock finally shows 4:00.