missknox

At work right now (temping) not doing work, but that's only because whenever I get thrown something I finish in within 15 minutes and the boss doesn't know what to tell me to do. One thing I get really annoyed with is when I do work very fast at jobs and the boss/manager gets pissy for me doing nothing but if I say give me something then they don't know what to tell me. I like being productive not my fault I work fast. Get er done, you know?

So I'm going to write more poems.

I am a Janey Jaded Jerk

You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same
I'm not in to big names, but I like nice things
I watch boxing matches and football games
I wouldn't mind being an actress, but I love to sing

I like going out, taking walks and stuff
I don't run with many girls cause they talk too much
I enjoy quiet nights at home, Ill curl up next to ya
Though were together tonight
That don't mean I'm having sex with ya
Because anywhere I go I'm spotted and anything I want I got it
5'3 with brown eyes, smile like the sunrise

Baby look me in my eyes
And tell me if
I'm the kind of girl you like
Think about it, you just might
Want to roll with me
All night long
And if you to run with me, we can keep this going

I'm the type that's strong,
And I don't trust many,
I'm independent,
I'm not like many other women,
Not a nun,
Not your last hun.

Not that bitch,
Not your mother,
Not your sister,
Not any other.

I dont mean to flash uniqueness,
But Im not the same,
And if you can see that,
Lets see if it could bring my heart change.



Van Morrison Bleeds Through Walls

I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where's the place for me
Where's one for you?

I can't escape these friends
I've made since you left town
They throw redundant parties
where I'm too often found.

And while I sit and watch girls and boys
trade views of new tattoos
I wonder if it's too late to call my aunt
and catch up on some news.

And it'll be just like you were never gone.
I'll try to be some person just getting along
But basically, I'm still missing you.
I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where's the place for me,
And where are you?

I've got these "friends" in quotes
and girls* with asterisks.
I watch the time whither
and fall from my wrist.

Out on the porch Van Morrison
is bleeding through the walls.
I don't think your roommate
has been writing down my calls.
She says she misses you too, not like I do.

And it'll be just like you were never gone.
And memories of us acting like toddlers goes on.
But basically, we're both got love for you.
I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.

You said the distance
would make a difference
in escaping this ghetto hell hole
But it didn't.

Where's the place for me,
Where's the place for you,
You are my best friend,
That I couldn't grab onto.

Then the phone rings and I pick up to see who.
Ten states away, in jail and no one to run to.
But I was already out that door because I knew it was you.

For my best friend Tommy.