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The cheesy story that was here has been deleted. Don't worry, If you didn't read it, you're not missing anything! Enjoy the
poems!
Love, Pepper :)
Very depressing. That was about my skater boyfriend when I was um 14 I think, maybe 15. We actually ended up being really
cool friends. But after awhile we didn't hang out as much. The deal back then, was he was too wrapped up in drugs, skating
and his other girlfriends. I knew he LOVED his skating, but I was pretty clueless to the other stuff. Anyway, he's pretty
far gone now because of all the drugs he did when he was younger. But I still have cool memories and think he's a sweetie.
He taught me to be myself. And even though I went through a lot of depression and blamed it on him, in the long run it all
helped me not be so dependent on guys. Well more creative writing to come, that was pretty lame example of my "talents"
really it was just a teenager and the everyday shit they deal with. I'll dig out my poem books or old journal entries.. and
of course you'll then hear about my husband. HEE HEE HEE :)
September 20, 1998
The Perfect Man
To me the perfect man would be
Understanding as can be.
Hed have a
heart so big and wide
He wouldnt have any room for pride.
His loving arms would gently hold
And melt away
heartaches foretold.
His lips would speak such soothing words.
A lie from him would never be heard.
Advice
hed give when you would ask
No help from him is too big a task.
Now you may wonder if such a man exists,
So
let me tell you who it is.
In heaven Gods the perfect man
No doubts are in my mind.
But down on earth,
My
husband is the perfect of mankind.
Pepperbird
A combination of Red Hot Chili Peppers,
Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band,
and good old Dr.
Pepper.
A nickname of Jilly Bird.
A combination of things I love.
My personality shines through the gloomy
clouds and comes out through my nickname.
I sing to Red Hot Chili Peppers when Im mad, hyper or just plain feeling good.
I sing to The Beatles when Im sad, depressed, deeply in love, or when Im happy.
I sing to Rod Stewart when Im feeling
romantic, sexy, lovely, or wild, or while Im driving.
I also sing to all kinds of other music while I clean, write poetry
or while I do just about anything.
Dr. Pepper tastes best with friends, but hell, Ill drink it anytime.
I obviously
like to write poems,
and I hope to get better at it as I write more about life, death, daydreams,
lovers, friends,
and all that this groovy world has to offer.
I try so hard not to judge people, so I get along with mostly everyone.
Of
course there are those few that no one can really get along with.
So, love me for me and take me for who I am.
Because
deep down, I really like myself, and dont wish to change.
Grass
Earth, do you realize that you have green hair that often gets cut without your permission?
What is it
like to be green hair?
I often wander atop of you, pondering out loud.
I like to lie down on you and feel you tickling
my neck.
The only blade I know that wont cut my skin.
Life
The Beatles say we live in a Yellow Submarine.
And yet the Dead Milkmen say were members of a f---ed up world.
I say we live in a world in-between.
Somewhere in-between a Yellow Submarine and a very f---ed world.
And all
I want is someone to understand me.
Understand that Im human.
No matter how hard I try, Ill never be perfect.
But
as long as I try, everything will be alright.
I dont think like you, because Im me.
I dont see through your eyes,
because I dont have 20/20 vision.
But I will try to see things your way.
I wont judge you, if you wont judge me.
Dont
tell me how to live, and I wont tell you how to act.
Let me be myself, but if you see something for me to improve on,
Dont hesitate to mention it to me.
Love (My Cat)
I looked out my window and saw such a sight.
The snow had been falling forever last night.
I
thought of my cat sitting out there all night,
Meowing at my window from cold and from fright.
So I opened the door
and she came running in.
Then she meowed, but it wasnt a meow, let me in,
It was a meow, thanks, now I love you again.
Then she purred and she meowed all the morning inside.
And then she ran down to my bedroom to hide.
People
People are different in so many ways.
They do different things with their long, lonely days.
Some
people cry,
And some sit wondering why
And some sit being bored till they die.
But others have fun,
Running
out in the sun,
Wondering what the next day will be like.
And others are home, sitting there by the phone,
Wondering
where in the hell is my wife?
Some try to be good, doing all that they should,
While others dont care what goes on.
And some are lost souls,
In their head there are holes
And they walk around singing dumb songs.
Poems
Im sitting here writing a poem about poems.
Just sitting on my floor, in my room, in my home.
Im listening
to Led Zepplin, and thinking of what to write.
I love writing poems, I could stay up writing all night.
I have written
many poems in my long and lonely life.
I write about many things- from heartaches and pains to being a wife.
So now
I shall end with a thought and a kiss,
And I really love the one that I miss.
Drifting
In my imaginary world,
Things are perfect as a rose.
With nothing to worry about,
And no one
hating their nose.
My life (for all its worth),
Looks brighter than the sun.
And no matter how boring things are,
I always seem to have fun.
Its as though Im like a child,
Always wanting to run away,
Even though I truly
know,
Things get better day by day.
And then I come back,
And Im in the real world,
Riding on the worlds famous
rollercoaster,
Where someone else has hurled.
Ice Cream Cone
I seem to have lost my top. But what can I do?
The sun melted my milky-white goodness
And
now Im here all alone.
Drip, drop, drip, drop,
Drip, drop, drip,
Drop, drip,
Drop,
Drip
!
I Guess You Could Call This A Love Poem
Love is a word,
a feeling,
an emotion.
Love is my friend.
Love
is the setting suns reflection in your eyes.
Love is the way I strongly feel for you.
Love is the smile so often upon
my face
as I think of a memory of us or even the sound of your name.
Love is the birds singing a song about you and
I in the midnight mist.
Love is my pounding heart in my chest
felt upon yours.
Love, my friend, is you.
Love
is the loving way you look into my eyes to tell me you love me.
Love is the tears that trickle down my cheeks
as I
realize how lucky I am to have someone to love.
Once in a Lifetime
For the love of my life
I would do anything.
I would grant any wish,
Help dreams to
come true.
For you only get one true chance to love,
To share of your soul
And press yourself to the limits of
eternity.
You start out trying to impress your mate
And end up impressing yourself as well
Doing things you never
knew
You had the capability to do.
My love is the most beautiful thing to me
Doesnt matter what anyone else thinks.
Hes beautiful in so many ways
Its so flattering to think he chose me.
And you may try to put him down
When
I try my hardest to keep his hopes up.
But you cant hurt my lover
When I stand up for our love.
I stand amazed
Gazing into the clear blue ocean of his eyes
And I see the tears he tries to hide.
But love has no hiding place.
He admits his tears of love
And makes me feel like the queen of his heart.
I dont exactly own him
And hell
never own me
But we freely give each other our hearts and souls.
And well always have our love,
The love that
happens only once in a lifetime.
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