Raining Rose Petals

Raining rose petals
softly land on my
fingertips
Tainting my once clean
skin
Pressed against my open
heart
Feeding on my pain
Spreading across the
fear-stricken ground
healing
stealing
Cries for help muffled
by the overbearing rubies
Red rose petals turning
crimson
Liquid crimson across
my open chest
Ripping apart
what little is left
Dissecting the remains
of the corpse you
left behind

My Turn

“Are you ready to order ma’am?”
Startled, she looked up at the waiter. “Um, no. Sorry, I’m expecting someone.” He just nodded, then walked away.
Pathetic.
That’s all she felt: pathetic. Twenty minutes after the time he had said and she was still sitting here, quietly sipping her water. All dressed up in her silky black gown, those new shoes she’d been so excited to wear, and her hair tied up in some do that had taken her at least an hour.
Wasted. And pathetic.
Cry? She was tempted to...Wait? That’s what she’d always done. Leave? Now it was her turn.

Empty Bottle Cap

Sitting on the couch, T.V. on, a small bottle cap between her fingers continuously moving.  She glanced at the clock, then the door. 2AM and he’s still not home.  The flickering lights of commercials played on her face, but she couldn’t watch them. She’d been staring at the T.V. for the past three hours and not seen a single thing that was on. The only thing that was calming her was the little cap she was twirling between her fingers.
A click and a crackling and the door was open. She jumped up, then hesitated. He tumbled through the door, a beer still in his hand.  She slowly approached him.
“Hey, you okay.”
“Why dyou always ask meh that?” He slurred, looking into her eyes. His were empty, as usual.
“Here ya are, lazy watchin’ the tube. Do somethin’ useful fer once.”
“I’m sorry.”

Elmo's Hug

Bang! Bang! Bang! Then Elmo’s song came on again, followed by her little giggles and her feet rhythmically pounding on the back of my chair. I kept my eyes focused on the road, keeping my anger securely in control as Elmo’s singing stopped and she banged him once more on the side of her little chair.  More giggles.  Would it never end? “Hey, honey. Don’t you think Elmo is tired of singing?”
“No. Elmo loves to sing!” She cried, just loud enough to make me cringe. Then she started singing along, not knowing half of the words.
Just a half an hour more. Suddenly, I couldn’t hear Elmo’s singing anymore. I looked back, making sure she was alright. She was just staring at me.
“What’s the matter, honey?” I asked, not ready to more banging and singing.
“Mommy’s sad...” she said quietly.
I didn’t know what to say. Before I could think of something to reassure her, she spoke again.
“Here Mommy, Elmo will give you a hug.” She held her little toy out to me, leaning as far as she could in her little seat.
I looked back and picked him up, little tears forming in my eyes. “Thank you Mollie. Thank you so much.” And I hugged Elmo softly, watching my girl smiling in the rear view mirror.

I Don't Wanna Miss Ya - song

One more call on the phone
He's here again
begging me
He says 'I don't wanna miss ya'
yet he's making it
so hard on me

Yeah, I know I'm the one
who walked through the door
all alone
But I can't be quite sure
when he's calling me
begging me please

Sayin'
Girl I don't wanna miss ya
please come back home
I'm sad and I'm all alone
Please come here, let me kiss ya
we can make up
and then all our love will be healed

Pink Rain

Here I am sitting in class
wondering why all the smears on the glass
are pink

Words all slurring in my head; ignored
tapping pencils on the table and feet
on the floor

Outside, look out there's the pink rain
staining all the sidewalks and painting
all my pain

All of it rushing through the streets and
on the cars, on the people, on my scars
why don't they see
this pink, pink rain?

Order Up

"I want the imperial noodle." Davis said.
"We had that last time, lets get this chicken stuff and some rice." Jackson said.
"You know I can't stand spicy stuff. How about this one." Amy pointed at the menu at one of the few things that didn't have a hot chili pepper next to it.
"That's not even good." Davis complained. "Come on, we all like the noodles."
"But I don't want those again!" Jackson said.
"Are you ready to order?" asked the waitress, quietly standing at the edge of the table with a notepad in her hand.
"Obviously we're not." Jackson said.
"Jackson!" Amy hit his shoulder. "I'm sorry, we'll just be a few more minutes." The waitress sighed, then walked off. "Have some manners would you!"
"She's here to serve us, not the other way around." Jackson said.
"That gives you no reason to be rude to her." Amy said.
"Who cares about the waitress? Could we please just decide what we're eating? I'm starving." Davis complained.
"You know what? I don't care as long as it's not spicy. You two fight it out." Amy said, leaning back in her chair.
So they did, bouncing from one dish to another, constantly being reminded what had a chili pepper next to it. The waitress came again sometime in the middle of their debate. Then again, and they still weren't quite done.
"Excuse me," said the waitress, sounding a bit annoyed, "could you please just order your food. I can't leave until I'm done serving your table and you're taking forever."
"Just get the imperial noodles, please!" Amy said, her hand on her forehead.
"But - " Jackson started.
Amy glared over at him and he shut his mouth.
"Thank you very much. I'll be right out with your food."

Shake Shake Shake!

Shaking your whole body is actually really nice! I thought it would hurt cause I have shin splints, but I iced my legs :3 That was actually quite relaxing, who would have thought! I did feel like an idiot though. That's okay :D No one saw me!

Song Lyrics

Verse 1: Here I am again, longing for this food I cannot taste, reaching for this drink I cannot waste, waiting for this rain that will never come.
Verse 2: Please come, wash over me and cleanse my want, don't make me cry alone in my hunt, tell me you'll come back this time.
Transition: Please don't use my beating heart in your Feast of Fools, let me share yours too.
Chorus: Here I am dancing alone, quietly waiting for you once more. I will not stop, I will not stutter in my steps. Not till you come, lead me along. Here I am waiting for you.