The Love Game

Is this like a game?
Oh, let me play the fool
And you be the liar
Roll the dice...
Step One:
Dream up the greatest things
And then I'll believe them
It's my turn
Let's make a deal
I'll let you build up my hopes
And give you a glimpse of my soul
As long as I get nothing in return
Spin the wheel
You wanna buy my love?
Too expensive
Next Step:
Ignore me, fight with me,
Or make me cry
If you do all three
You get to move ahead 3 spaces!
I started to care about you
Lose Next Turn
Your almost home free!
Wait, is that the Queen of Hearts
Up your sleeve?!
You cheater!

Poetry like Love and Death

Misleading is really what words are about
Mostly realizing the phrase "Read to much into"
Thinking takes up too much time of the day
Instead of moving verbalizing as people should
Hiding where everyone knows is not really hiding
But lying is always really lying.

Searching for nothing is searching for something
There is always a beginning and always an ending
But they should never be confused with each other
Love is really just bullshit and nothing more
Your heart grows long after your body has stopped
But eventually your heart will stop.

Just a Little Bit Longer

Keep lovin me just a little bit longer
if I can just make our love a little bit stronger
then maybe it will last long enough for you to see
that you want to keep on loving me

If I can draw this out just a few more days
then maybe you will want me in your life to stay
if I'm as real as real can be
Maybe then, just maybe you will keep on loving me

I'll count the minutes I can look in your eyes
I'll hold my breath until your realize
That I'm walking next to you and I'm the one
Tomarrows a new challenge that's yet to come

I won't give up until you push me away
I'll keep praying until there's nothing to say
Holding you until you tell me there's nothing more
I'll keep trying until you shut the door

Keep lovin me just a little bit longer
if I can make our love a little bit stronger
then maybe it will last long enough for you to see
that you want to keep on loving me.

The Wind and Me

I'm standing on a ledge

looking out over the beauty below

I'm leaning out over the edge

Swaying as the wind blows

My feet look small

when I look down

As if they too

Are a part of the ground

I tilt my head back

Swept up in the breeze

Lift my arms up high

Lock my knees

I'm free like beauty

like wind and like spring

If I opened my mouth

The wind would sing

I close my eyes

Blinded by sun

Today me

and the wind

are one.

I Was Falling Yet Flying And Drowning Yet Free

I was sinking
drowning
falling in
deep,
But I was floating
flying
free.
I could hear you
singing
words
only for me.
I could feel
the water
the sand
the sea.
When I awoke
I was crying
tears of
knowing
who I was
suppose to
be.

Let Me Tell You: What Kind of Writer I Am

There are times in life when I feel that I make connections. That I figure out where to go from the mistakes I have made. And sometimes I fix them. I realized more than ever today that I'm a writer and exactly what kind of writer I am. Two years ago I thought I was the kind of writer that would write anything. But when I started writing for Pounce last year and then for the newspaper this past summer, something dawned on me. I wasn't that kind of writer. When your a jounalist, they tell you to be simple but I like to be complex. They tell you be get the the point but I like to take the long way around things. They tell you to get the facts but I want to express myself. Everyone said you can do it, stay at it and believe me I would have if I hadn't realized something. I don't want to change the writer that I am. I like to be creative. I don't like to write about what someone else wants. I want to tell the story that's on my mind. I want to think inside the box and outside the box. And I want to start sentences with and. I want to create suspence, humor, and action. I want to paint words onto the page that will drive the reader's imagination crazy. I'm going to write novels that astound the reader. That baffle the reader. And please the reader. I will write stories for Pounce but I will never be a journalist. Not because I can't because I'm a Morgan and I can do whatever I want.
But...
Because I'm just not that kind of writer.

Falling For You

I was dancing on the edge
Twirling and spinning
My laughter carried over the air
You were in the middle
And I wanted you to be there

I was leaping and skipping
In circles around you
Careful not to touch
Or fall or misstep
Or linger to much

Step for step
My eyes were your eyes
Your smile was true
My dress swirled as I danced
In a circle around you

Someone came behind me
In a second I stumbled
Falling, I cried out in alarm
But found myself safe
In the comfort of your arms.