Cafe de Desiree

February 26, 2010

The Escapist

Filed under: poetry — desi83 @ 5:10 am

The Escapist

I dance in the rain,

With my favorite friend,

Then we climb through rough terrain,

‘til the day’s end

I go home to weave a story,

With the threads of my heart;

The words are jumbled and blurry,

So I rip it apart

I hope to make a fresh start,

With sight less unclear;

I must fight the monster that cripples my heart-

This angry, dark creature called fear

Instead, I fight with my own shadow,

And I end up injuring myself;

I hear my shadow begin to cackle,

When I see my happiness on a dusty shelf

I wait for another savior to come,

To help me crawl out of this sand,

Or I drown in a bottle of rum,

After escaping from another deceitful man

I lie in a field of roses red,

And bleed from the thorns that punctured;

I think my soul is dying or dead,

Because too many times it’s been ruptured

God please show me the sunshine,

So I can escape this endless stormy night;

Please don’t make it hard to find,

With my blurry sight and weary mind

With my soul unchained, I’ll dance in the rain,

Until I see the light peak through the clouds,

And with Hope, I’ll climb through this rough terrain,

To weave a new story without fears or doubts

A Day in the Life of the Lost

Filed under: poetry — desi83 @ 5:08 am

A Day in the Life of the Lost

I’m walking through the streets,

Trying to find me some eats,

Or maybe just some treats,

When a stranger obnoxiously entreats.

To which I reply,

“I’m not gonna lie,

It’s not the first time I’ve heard this cry,”

And he passes me by.

What does he expect from me?

Yelling from his 350 Z,

To date or to marry,

Or just fun for a small fee.

Or maybe he’s just trying to make my day,
I smell deliciousness so I make my way,

Over to the corner café,

where I see a pink-haired girl wearing a beret.

She snaps my photo,

As I sit reading and sipping cocoa,

Then she turns to the boho,

And he looks at me as she takes his photo.

I continue to walk alone,

Without a real home,

Or love to call my own,

So I continue to roam.

I sulk as I lay in my bed,

Maybe my soul is dead,

Or maybe it hasn’t awakened yet,

I have many paths left to tread.

Stranger

Filed under: poetry,relationships — desi83 @ 5:01 am

Stranger

Stranger in my bed

But you’re in my head

He has so many faces

He takes me to new places

I scream out in pain

He screams out my name

I cry until my eyes are dry

He has no idea why

I scream out your name

This longing for you is my pain

Take me away from him

Don’t watch as I smile and kiss him

His lips graze my skin

And I begin to cringe

But I hold on tightly

And I touch his face lightly

I try to pretend it is you

Though I’m not sure who

Who are you, the one I should be kissing?

The one who has always been missing

I’m the bottle of whiskey under his bed

He takes me out to clear his head

He drinks me straight with his eyes closed tight

Then hides me again from the light

He’s my cherry bubblegum

I chew him til the flavor is done

Then I spit him into the waste

And I’m left with a bitter taste

I crave your kiss and your caress

But I’m afraid, I must confess

That you may just pass me by

So I hope this substitute will satisfy

I’m sorry that I didn’t wait

I hope that it isn’t too late

Maybe you have a stranger in your bed

and I’m the one in your head

February 14, 2010

Afterthought

Filed under: poetry,relationships — desi83 @ 8:01 am

Afterthought

I’m the gum on the sidewalk by your house

I’m the elevator music that takes you to your office

I’m the once-loved, tattered teddy bear gnawed by a mouse

I’m the cold strawberry pop-tart that’ll have to suffice

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I’m an afterthought

A scribble on your calendar if I’m lucky

Your memory of me is a bit mucky

But one day I’ll be someone’s every thought

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We carry on because no one’s done wrong

There’s no reason to fight

There’s a strange comfort in our plight

Yet, nothing will come of this except a sad song

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We have a Valentine’s break-up

Because it’s better than a Valentine’s fake-up

I laugh at the irony and cry over the hope I sought

Valentine’s Day is nothing but an afterthought

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