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Monday, November 22, 2010

Quote on Quote Caring

Saying you care as you pin me down,
As I sink you tell me it's what's right,
Sunken in and sunken under,
Can't catch my breath,
Can't find the air,
All the while keep saying you care,
No hand directed  my way,
Not one fault of how your
Life turned out this way
Should be mine; but look,
Look here, yes I, am the one you blame,
Push me down and kick me out,
Still, you never let go,
Suffocating and regurgitating,
In everything I've come to know,
You won't leave my side,
But it's only for your own good, not mine,
Laying and withering while I need you the most,
When we recover it never is over for us,
Before I can begin to lift my chin,
To the sunlight, you pull me back under,
And you pull me back down,
Your helping is hurting me,
Forcing me into your rhythm and rhyme,
Striking me with sound and with song,
Repetition and refusal to hear me,
How can you not have the courtesy,
To at least look into my eyes,
While you destroy me and deny me?
One thing I ask,
ONE THING I ask!!!
Let me have one last daydream,
Of my own rhythm,
The rhythm of my feet, drowning
You out, to not hear your voice.
All I am asking is let me run free
I don't want to be you,
I want to find me.

I Stole Your Silhouette

If you wake one morning,
and see no reflection in your mirror,
It's because I stole it from you
You beautiful monster.
No physique?
Check my stuffed empty pockets.
Revisar el interior de mis bolsillos vacios!
It is more than a dear locket,
Lying on my collar.
It's more than a diamond ring,
Wrapped around my finger
it is, you are.
But only is it that way when you are unaware.
When we both are vulnerable.
In my dreamland.
While you and I rest
Yet have such a strong connection.
Only at rest, only at rest.
How stupid,
How stupid and useless is this love.
How stupid.

Where Am I

Here we are on this Hell,
On this cold Earth,
Trapped in His Heaven*
Deceived since our birth.
Looking and searching,
for nothing we'll find.
Even when we think
it is found
It's always a lie
Living content, when we deserve so much more.
Still think it's found?
You're being fooled by sight.
Being filled with sound
You're not fighting my fight.
In lovers we find adventure and turn
Being stupid and naive, I wonder why you've been burned
Say you're in love with all you believe
Just keep following that perfect road
Yellow Brick Road of deceit.
Promise it's set in stone
Keep lying through your teeth.
Continue rehearsing the lines,
Love, fate, destiny
When really it's all coincidence
Chance, probability.
Believe there is something beyond
Cause there never will be.
Tell yourself the truth,
You'll never be happy.

Poor Little Intricate Puzzle

Laying here,
Five friends I have ,
Mind, light, pencil and paper.
None of them agree with the other
The light wants to dance,
My mind wants to sleep.
The paper moving,
The pencil, steady.
Light, pencil, paper, and mind.
My security.
They'll never hurt me,
and  always fulfill me.
That's all I need
No people in mind,
Because when I try,
Pencil, light, mind, and paper
Get me caught up
In their song, dance,
riddles, and rhyme.
They tell me what's right
Demand what is wrong.
So I tell them all my secrets
I'd never tell you.
Paper, mind, pencil and light
They all know me and have me figured out.
Putting pieces together that don't even fit
Is the smartest thing
Because that always is it.
Human says he knows me,
But no one does more than
Light, mind, pencil and paper
Who have just met me.
Stupid they are for thinking.
You'll never understand more than them
Not even they, will know who I am
Until I solve myself,
Until I know what I want,
Just to reassure you,
I'll never know that.

Worthy

 I wish I would have met you when this world was mine,
I could've been your friend, without you being mine.
I could've made you happy, even while I had cried.
I wish I could have met you when this world was mine.
I have lost my grip,
and I no longer rule.
I merely exist,
I feel an emptiness.
I would've done all of this for you,
but now I am unable.
I can not even do it for my self....
So where are you?
I now know you,
When will you know me? 
Is it I, or is it you,
who is not worthy?