dazydreamer

I'm about to get a licking and I know it. I can hear the chain whirring softly As it spins on his hands. White hot needles shoot through my shoulder As the metal makes contact. His voice, mocking and sharp Comes to me across a great distance, As if he's yelling to me from the top of a cliff. I'd rather be somewhere else. Anywhere else. Floating over the clouds maybe, Or sitting on a porch swing in summer Eating my mother's blackberry pie, Or even in school, Taking a test. Oh well. Wishing won't get me there. Time to face the music.

Sirens bleating, Dogs barking, Police calling back and forth. Searching and searching For a girl they won't find. She can feel the gun against her side, Burning her beneath her jacket, Burning her with the knowledge Of what she's just done. Her eyes roam over the commotion Happening under the streetlight On the next block over, Wondering when they'll knock on her parents' door And ask about the dead boy. She should get to bed Before they come looking for her gun. But she can't pull her eyes away. It's the gun that did it, A gun no one knows exists. Sweet little Sarah, The one who's class president, Could never own a gun,

Classic novels residing next to teen fiction A lamp shaped like the Eiffel tower for a girl who hates France Yellow walls that were supposed to be blue A cello gathering dust in the corner An old black-and-white photograph of the grandfather she never met A jewelry box all the way from Japan A lava lamp that's almost never been used Phrases and sayings taped to the walls A giant teddy bear watches over the girl who's so mature Music, ever-present

Black truck speeding down the street, He said we were trying to keep up, But it was a race. He didn't notice how fast he was going, But the cop did. Fifty-five in a forty Is what he stopped us for. The back seat could hardly Keep from laughing As he appeared in the window. Being on a mission trip Was what saved us Because apparently working for Jesus Gets you off with a warning ticket.

The face of eternity has pretty features yet unfaithful eyes. She'll give you a smile sweet as cotton candy, But she'll stab you in the back as she does it. She can't be trusted, this flighty headstrong creature, But we can't help but be taken in by that pretty face. We fall every time for those sweet words; We jump for the promises, unaware that they're empty. We want her, convince ourselves we need her, And some of use will go to any lengths to get her Only to find out, too late, that we've been deceived by that pretty face. But in the end some of us will come to our senses. Some of use will be lucky, or unlucky enough To live t

These walls are closing in And the pencils tango across the desks. Lights, too bright, Beat against my eyelids As I try to catch some sleep That just keeps running away. The voice drones on, Rumbling in the back of my mind Like waves against the rocks. And lights, too bright, Drag me back to consciousness For the fifth time today. The world seems out of focus When surrounded by these walls. I can see freedom just outside Asking me to come out and breath it in, To jump out of this window And chase it across the grass, But lights, too bright, Are there dragging me back.

The lights scorch us like a thousand suns, And the pencils tango across the desks. We can hear the air conditioner running, But there isn't a breath of moving air. Half of us are asleep And the other half is trying to be. The air tastes of sweat and bad breath As Mrs. Thigman drones on at Jackson High School . The room is dark and cool It's the final inning and we're down three runs. A buttload of insults rings across the field. If the cows would stop watching our game We might actually win this one. The thick blanket of winter muffles laughter. Brittany fells a tree with one dark look. His smile breaks my heart. Haley doesn't