No One (A Poem)

Who knew?
A girl like me.
Someone like you.

And who'd've thought?
With eyes that sparkle
And dimples like mine
With earth-shattering laughter
And nothing to hide

You never knew
How could you?

Even now
No one
Even now

Open books
Open-faced
Open eyes
Open lies
Open like a 7-11 at midnight

Open means "Come on in"
It's an invitation
An open invitation

Me, I'm like a walk-in closet
Telling everyone I meet,
Begging, really:

"Come on in
Hang up your coat
Kick off your shoes
Peruse
the selection
And stay awhile"

Know me

Legitimize me
Solidify me
Stabalize and emmulsify
Submerge me in the depths of your understanding
Wrap me in the folds of the fabric of your affection
Spoon feed me the morsels of your limitless compassion

Know me
Love me

You never knew
How could you?

Even now
No one knows

Even now
No one loves

Even with eyes that sparkle and shine
And dimples like mine
Even with laughter,
Or self-deprecation

Even with
Nothing

To hide

You don't know me
You think you do
But you don't

Why would you hate me?
If you knew?

If you knew the salt of my tears?
Or the pain in my wrist
This carpal tunnel poetry binge
This dire need for self-expression

If you knew,
Why would you laugh at me?

If you knew how long
It takes to put on the make-up
And feel proud of this face

Why would you slander
That small ounce of pride?

Why?

But you never knew
How could you?

Even now
No one
Even now

No one

No One by ~strawberry-goodness

Who knew? A girl like me. Someone like you.
And who'd've thought? With eyes that sparkle And dimples like mine With earth-shattering laughter And nothing to hide
You never knew How could you?
Even now No one Even now
Open books Open-faced Open eyes Open lies Open like a 7-11 at midnight
Open means "Come on in" It's an invitation An open invitation
Me, I'm like a walk-in closet Telling everyone I meet, Begging, really:
"Come on in Hang up your coat

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Who knew? A girl like me. Someone like you.
And who'd've thought? With eyes that sparkle And dimples like mine With earth-shattering laughter And nothing to hide
You never knew How could you?
Even now No one Even now
Open books Open-faced Open eyes Open lies Open like a 7-11 at midnight
Open means "Come on in" It's an invitation An open invitation
Me, I'm like a walk-in closet Telling everyone I meet, Begging, really:
"Come on in Hang up your coat

©2010 ~strawberry-goodness

I Wish (A Poem)

I wish
Writing a list
Of things tangible and serene

But I include the abstract
Dreams

Because when I wish
I wish for happiness

Or hope
Or love
Or money

But isn't it all the same thing
Nowadays?

I wish alot
And often
For fame
Or inspiration
For a spark of creativity
A break in the insanity

A hug
A friend

An alibi

A voice
So that I may be heard
My issues may be heard
That people need more
And I have my fingers on the pulse
Of all that jazz
Because I know what matters
And I know
How to make love stay

You simply tell it to

"Stay."

I wish
For safety and forgiveness
Good food
Good dreams
Good times

I wish
Because I don't like praying
It's not the action
It's the word
I don't like
"Praying"

I like wishing
I like the action
I like the word even more
"Wishing."
Like a fairy-tale
Like Disney World
Like stars that twinkle and shine
And a childhood gone right
Like lots of fancy, expensive presents
When you wake up on Christmas

I love wishing
It's the pretense
The fiction
The hope
However fake
However false
That somehow, it'll happen

You'll make it
You'll get it
They'll love you

That you will be
Okay

I wish


©2010 ~strawberry-goodness

Green Tank Top (A Poem)

Today, I read poetry I can't afford
To own
Bound
In big glossy hardcovers
Written by people
With letters attached to their last names

Today, I sat in an overstuffed armchair
And tried to breathe through my mouth
To drown out the smells of capitalism:

Burnt coffee
And caramel cookies

I felt the stares
Of the book snobs
As they sneered at my selection
My junk-food literature

I saw her as a blur in my peripheral
The corner of my right eye
I caught a glimpse of green
And as I spun
I saw the silhouette of leg
Clad in faded denim
Torn around the edges
Uneven and neglected
But it looked so good on her

Skinny
Tall
Black bra, worn loose
The straps falling so suggestively

Green tank-top
Bad skin
Sweating beneath too much make-up
While I wear none at all

I lick my lips
And bite down
Chewing through
The rough dry skin my tongue finds there
Too eager to distract my mind
While my eyes dance
And feed upon her flesh

I want a cigarette

I want to write it down
I'm so inspired
By the way she turns her face in profile
As she walks away

I wonder what she's reading

Green tank-top
An inspiration in this stifling uniformity
This arena for pornographic poetry and prose
The smell of burning coffee
And fifteen minutes left to go

©2010 ~strawberry-goodness

Steal Another Glance (A Poem)

I crack the eggs
Spill the milk
Whisked into a frenzy
Hint of lime
Dash of salt
And I steal a glance at the egg timer

Cooking up a storm
Without rain
As snow falls and wind howls

I whisper to myself
That it tastes great
As I lick another spoon dry
And steal a glance at the egg timer

Whirling 'round the kitchen
Tiny yellow and round table
Set the napkins and place-holders
For this smallish sort of fare

I sing to myself
Quietly, quietly
As I beat the eggs with mercy
Flicking delicate, my lady's wrist
That holds the fork like a fairy's wand

Vanilla and olive oil drip
Brown and green, like my eyes
And I can't help but cry
As the onions wreak havoc

And I steal another glance at the egg timer


©2010 ~strawberry-goodness