Fixated Passion

Cabin Fever | February 26, 2010

ACK! Please help me from being snowed in, I can’t take it anymore!

And whats worst than being stuck in the house all day with nothing to do? That’s right, no laptop to actually be bored on. I’m having one of those “Shoot me NOW.. no, RIGHT now please!” moments as I try to figure out what to eat. Nothing is delivering, everything is closed and New York City is acting like it never had a snow day. Are we really that scared of snow now? I remember being younger and STILL had to go to school, even when the snow came up to my neck. What happened to the power house that is NYC?! The industrial city is losing it’s touch.

Anyway, since my laptop is broken I was only able to update Purple Junkaye once today, so I whipped out the phone and started writing some poems. Enjoy!!

That Moment
Can I get that moment with you.
Maybe, get some time to shine
Within your heart –
Possibly, crossing every line?

Tell me, when are you available…?
To hear my voice
To praise my speech
To make me listen
when I’m out of your reach?

Can I have that moment with you
To reassure everything’s fine
To tell you I want you –
To tell you you’re mine?

How Much I Love You
I sat by the window, and watched you walk away
But my mind wouldn’t let me speak, it had nothing to say
You’ve bruised and battered me, but yet I stayed
Let you have all you’ve ever wanted, but I was still played
How did my life lead to this, when did I become this way
Everything felt so perfect before today
We made each other happy, we were inseparable
Everybody talked their piece, but we didn’t care to know
Today would be forever in my mind
How you came to me, ever so kind
And told me you loved me, but you wasn’t sure anymore
If I was the one for you, then you walked out the door
What made you decide you couldn’t love me back?
I feel so worn, like the coat you randomly threw on the rack.
Maybe if I move from the window the pain won’t hurt as much
And I can go back to my happy life and do the daily and such.
I’m lying, my heart feels ripped and it’s burning in my hands
And my feet feel so funny, almost afraid to stand
And my legs are wobbling, equivalent to the weight of heavy sand.
How the hell could you do this, my body feels faint, I need to land.
Maybe if I pray on it, everything will be alright
I’ll finally find my man and it’ll be a match at first sight.
But how can that be possible when I keep thinking about you
As you walk away from me, without a care; without a clue
About how much I love you

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5 Comments »

  1. YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS TS1 you better DEW it w/ this poetry giving me everything and more in life!! :) i <3 it and girl i kno something about that CABINFEVERSHet. this commonwealth is crampin my life. JUNE…WE COMING BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Comment by ~QS~ — February 26, 2010 @ 8:33 pm

    • YAS YAS YAS! I can’t wait until we put on our shades and get it going in June. WHOOOO!!!!!

      Comment by thestrange0ne — February 26, 2010 @ 8:37 pm

  2. First…I don’t miss the snow..I have learned to live with sunshine and rain…second, your poem captures what we have all felt with the “dear john/jane” oratory from someone that was really only a “rest stop” on our journey to happiness…thanks of sharing you poem.

    Comment by slpmartin — February 26, 2010 @ 8:35 pm

    • thanks for commenting! And I went to the your site… and just fell completely and utterly in love with it!

      Comment by thestrange0ne — February 26, 2010 @ 8:42 pm

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