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We Won't Grow Up

We’ll stop the time,

We won’t grow up

Your hand in mine

Your gentle touch

Will be the recipe

For naiveté

For pure irresponsibility

For summer days spent in the trees

Soaking in the world’s perfect purity

Just you and me

We won’t grow up

Won’t go to school or graduate

No petty bosses we can hate

Timeless love, no more first dates

No kids that give us headaches

It’ll be

Just me and you

Two damn fools

We’ll make our own rules

And we’ll never grow up

Refried Beans

I’m stuck inside the same routine

A mere footrest under the queen

She’s tall and proud, like an evergreen

I’m expired and tasteless, like refried beans

To burn this castle would be a dream

To see it fall down to its knees

But until then I’m a sorry teen

Who’s not wrong or right or in between 

Off

I stand not for myself,

I stand before you all

But who is here to catch me

If off your podiums I fall?

And if off your podiums I fall,

Without a soul there to catch,

Am I prepared to know to care to lift me off my back?

I Won't Go

Deep inside my little mind are places I won’t go

I shut them off, give them a toss, pretend that I don’t know

Realistically, I’d like to be, stronger on my part

‘Cause you don’t see

That within me

Lies a broken heart

Sticks and Stones and Collarbones

Has it ever occurred that the words that you slur she has already heard?

Do you know that her mind – a mind not so kind – is deceived by her eyes, so blind?

But even so, not your sticks, not your stones could hurt like a body of bones.

Ha-ppy

Sadness scars my skin,

Itching like a rash

The more my insides burn,

The more I have to scratch

Excuse me if I’m dumb,

But I’d like to ask

If happiness does not exist, should I write it with a dash?

Ambien

Here sits a white crescent moon,

Between my pointer and my thumb

Oops! I swallowed it too soon

I start to hear a gentle hum

The humorous hum hugs my huge eardrum

And surely shifts me off to numb

Surface Deep

Her body’s a vessel, her tears are the sea

And yet she appears to float effortlessly

She misleads your eyes to see surface-deep

And no one will know what sinks underneath

Through the cracks of her frame, she continues to bleed

And no one can see her life’s tragedy

The Girl That Everyone Knows

I’m the girl that everyone knows

Or at least thinks they do

But I’m really the girl who puts on a show

And I’m pretty damn good at it too

Lady in Chains

Lady in chains

Come feel the rain

Let go of your heartbreak

Let go of your pain

Feel the grass in your toes

A world uncontrolled

By all you have previously blamed

Life doesn’t suck

Step outside, feel alive

Don’t ever give up

There’s more than just love

That comes to an end

There’s trust in this world

Friendships that don’t end

Don’t get upset when the sunsets

Just feel the sun

And the air in your lungs

And know that your time has finally come

Evil Night

She saw black and blue and maybe you

And maybe all her nightmares too,

All mixed up in different hues

Scarring her like a tattoo 

A Real Individual

Hey you

Girl with the tattoo

That means something to everyone except you

You follow the crowds

Never make yourself loud

Head in the clouds

Does that really make you proud?

Take pride in yourself

Nobody else

Be original, visual, a real individual

I know you have self-doubt

But you must figure out

How to make yourself heard

Let your mind fly with the birds

And never take no for an answer

Forget Me - Not!

I woke up this morning

And glanced at the clock

I quickly stopped yawning

And gaped there, in shock

It was a quarter past eight, much to my surprise

Indeed I’d be late, I knew through tired eyes

I ran down the stairs to gather my books

I ran down the street and caught puzzled looks

My feet never paused - it was the time I was chasing!

Until I realized it was day light savings.

"Are You Okay?"

Yes, I’m fine my dear

I think I’ll make this crystal clear

No matter what you think you hear

I’ll never let you know my tears

I know you say how much you care

But for me, you’re never there

So I think it’s rather fair

If with you, I never share

The Reason Why I Never Go To The Hair Salon

“Oh my god! Your hairs so long!”

Duh- that’s why I’m in this salon

“I think we should cut off at least five inches”

Hell no woman! Keep your scissors at distance

“Okay fine, let’s compromise”

One inch of hair is what I’m willing to sacrifice

“I think we’re gonna have to cut at least two”

I don’t care what you think, screw you

At one and a half I thought we reached a consensus

But of course, that was not her intention

Thirty minutes later, she turns me around

I look in the mirror, she smiles - I frown

“You look ten times better than before!”

No I don’t, I look like I’m four

Gone are the days when my hair was long

This is why I don’t go to the hair salon

Bliss

Driving down this windy road

Skies of blue and fields of gold

The hills won’t sit still and down they roll

Scenes like these just don’t get old

Let that fog sweep across the peaks

The wind will make the willows weep

I’ll lay with you but I won’t speak

Cause your presence makes me weak

Sadness

Sadness creeps up on me

Crawling through my toes up to my thighs

Lingering on my hips before engulfing my insides

It shimmys up through my veins

And enters my two eyes

Before it seeps into my brain

And releases when I cry

Big Black Crow

They say “Big black crow,

Don’t you go

Resting on my lawn no more!”

But I feel for you, crow

Because I know

How it feels to be ignored

Big black crow,

You’re just misunderstood

With a reputation filled with gore

And maybe all you want

And maybe all you need

Is to feel adored

Tony's No Phony

I went to the lake today

To see an old friend I made

His names Tony and he never rode a pony

But he’s made a lot of mistakes

And

Tony use to carve this wood log

Accompanied by his little brown dog

He said it was gonna be a canoe

But I doubted that was true

There he was today

Tony in the middle of the lake

With a hand-carved wooden canoe

I blinked my eyes, it was true.

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