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| this is my poetry page. it has been really hard for me to decide my best poems to put on it. some of these are not my best but have alot of value in my life. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I am me!! I have blue eyes, and blonde hair lightly framing my tanned sunkissed face. my teeth are white and slightly crooked with a tounge hanging like a rose petal hangin from the stem. i have two hands with long artistic fingers, and nails that wont grow past the tip. my two long legs with feet at the end and ten toes huddled in a bunch. my feet are small my mind is big. as poetic thoughts flow through my pen. colleen wall written 16/12/98 dreams i want to be a space cowgirl and ride saturns rings. i'd cook my food on the sun and eat the milky way for desert. i'd watch over the earth - and piss on everyone i hate. i'd swim the gasses of Jupiter and send my world warnings from mars. colleen wall written 30/12/98 new years eve. 31st of december in the neighbours house 6 people sitting 'round the table offering me beer,bourbon and vodka we waited til 12 midnight counting the relentless hours as we drunk ourselves into nothingness the night went slow most boring new years eve ever 12 midnight hit we welcomed in the new year we pecked cheeks and went home to rest our bleary eyes. colleen wall neighbours as a kid our neighbours were bad finding little things to argue over as if we cared the mother would always come and yell and curse until my mother would not back down they threw eggs at my dads company car ha ha they missed every single time hitting the road which they had to walk on. colleen wall 27/12/98 | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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untitled i'll wake up and take a walk through neverending cinnamon coloured feilds. i'll wait for the blue bird to sing his song so sweet and lead my pride far from sin. and feel the summer breeze caress my body as i sing psalms to anyone who cares. i'll wait for my blue bird to harmonize his voive as sweet as mine as soft as air. colleen wall written 11/12/98 untitled a gay man sitting accross from me straring at my cleavage looking as he should be vomiting rather than intaking them trying to be like the rest a typical man colleen wall 27th/12/98 one night stand was one meant to remember? was one meant to forget? the warm night you kissed my lips and fumbled on my breast no one was meant to remember no one was meant to forget we were meant to forgive colleen wall my life as a dog (for sally) i sit in the sun all day and sleep when i feel i only eat dry biscuts and whatever i find laying 'round i chew at the fleas which run all over me like little enemies that want my blood theres a cat across the street parading down the drive willing me to bark all i do all day is pant and sleep all day long while i have flies eating my ears... colleen wall 13/12/98 | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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silent love | my tears weep poetry upon my teathered edged pages. as i silently serenade you with a silent tounge which only we two can comprehend. colleen wall written 7/1/99 forever always an eternity of nothingness could make me forget you as you drift into slumber in an ocean of tears and i dry your bleary eyes with the tissues of my soul. colleen wall written 8/1/99 Oahkurst, my place plain and boring 1 school 200,000 something residents lots of streets loads of drugs lots of people my agae too many people to hate. boredom # 1 activity sleaze bags, "p" platers in car accidents loud techno shit dogs barking till al hours "screachy marks" lined with road. broken dreams forgotten loves "going nowhere" talents colleen wall written 2/1/99
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