Better (I'm also thinking of Unrequired Guilt as a title)
Who was it this time that took the chair
Right out from under you?
Who pushed you down? Who knocked you over?
Can you get up by yourself just once?
I'd like to be the one to help you when you fall.
To make it better...I'd like to make it better.
But my open palm is closing up.
You've lost the will to stand on your own.
In this life we make things happen.
We carve our own situation.
Your knife is dull but using mine won't make it better.
And, I'd like to make it better.
My head takes a back seat to some
Unrequired guilt.
And we cry about the why but I can't help.
Can't make it better.
And, I'd like to make it better.
I can give you my love.
I can give you my ear.
I can share in your sorrow.
But you have to make it better.
You have to want to make it better.
Things will get better.
Mediocrity
I want to be good at it all.
I look for acceptence everywhere.
But I'm too afraid to go anywhere.
An overachiever who won't achieve greatness at all.
My dreams stay where they've always been.
Spoken inwardly but not out loud.
Still trying to figure out what I'm all about.
A dreamer waiting to wake up what lies within.
I write this as if I have anything new to say.
As if my insights are of any use to you.
"Write a poem" is just another item on my list of Things to Do.
A wanderer who's just boring enough to stay.
Voiceless hopes and silent wishes
Overshadowed by life's daily rhythms.
I'd like to be unique
But even I don't listen when I speak.
There are portions I don't like in both of these. If you have suggestions let me know.
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Nichelle
**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**
**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**