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Name: Lauren
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Ann Arbor
Birthday: 2/14/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Listening to music (Alicia Keys is the best!), writing poetry, scrapbooking, watchin a lil TV, LGBT non-profit organizations, queer culture, shaved heads, dying hair, piercings, tattoos, cologne, junk food, NYC, Ann Arbor, my cat, my car, fashion, friends, P!nk, Melanie Brown, Criss Angel, God-des and She, did I mention Alicia Keys? Ellen Degeneres, Margaret Cho, Debra Wilson, cuddling under the blankets watchin a movie....SEX! Hehe.
Expertise: Alicia Keys, Poetry, love, ethnic studies, LGBT issues, being gay. :-P lol.
Occupation: Waitstaff at the local gay bar
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Pinkkeyz03
Yahoo:  ghettofab214
Yahoo:  loveable_aliciakeys_fan
Member Since:
4/21/2005
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Curiosity Killed the Cat that Night, or it Could Have
Your innocence drove you to get inside
his car just as much as your trust
convinced you it’d be alright to stay
as he drove you further and further
away from safety.
He stripped you
of more than your soul.
As you tried to hold on
everything just slipped away.
He sucked the life out of you
one thrust at a time,
left you a walking zombie for months.
So why am I the one curled into a ball
crying, constantly consumed
with anger and hatred?
I want to get even.
I want to find him,
make him suffer like you did.
But you wouldn’t let me.
It’s not in your nature.
© Lauren R. Walley
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Disclaimer:
This was an imitation poem I did of one of my classmates in my poetry
class, we had to mimick a poem of their's, she had written about the
month of February in a similar way to this, so this is my take on
imitating her. So, this probably wouldn't be something I would have
normally written.
April came today
with its stubborn rain showers
and indecisive weather,
whispering “don’t be mad at me,
I bring May flowers”
not to mention the end
of the semester and start
of the summer.
At least it’s better than February,
but I still could do without
the bunny rabbits, eggs, and the Easter Bunny.
Another holiday Hallmark has managed
to convert for it’s own profit.
So when April came today,
I sighed, at least one more month has passed.
I’ll plow through research papers
and study for final exams
as I wait for May to come.
© Lauren R. Walley
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| Just a List of Us
Hair Grease
Broken Headbands
Traded Sweatshirts
Rainbow Bracelet
Promise Ring
Laffy Taffy
Aut Bar
Back Seat of My Car
Your Overcrowded Closet
Hollywood Video
The Chair in my Living Room
Summer Nights
Winter Days
Four Hour Phone Calls
Camera Phone
AIM Conversations
Plane Tickets
Greyhound Trips
Countdowns
And somewhere in between
I fell in love with you for the second time.
© Lauren R. Walley
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| She sets herself back in time
thirties style in smokey jazz clubs
updo's with bright feathered hats
and satin gloves
that reach up
to her elbows
one, maybe two white Magnolias
rest upon the side of her head
to accompany a face
that is already beautiful and delicate enough
without them.
Pictures of Billie Holiday and Cab Calloway
hang suspended in the background
'Are You Hep to the Jive?'
as she shakes her way
up to the old radio microphone
she sets herself back in time
to perform this song
and her blessings make my ears smile.
© Lauren R. Walley | | |
| I’m not sure when I realized you weren’t perfect.
It may have been when you traded phone calls with me
for homework even though I knew you wouldn’t be working
on the homework anyways.
Or maybe when you had too many theater rehearsals
to squeeze me into your busy schedule.
Maybe even more seriously, when I realized what an
emotional wreck you were and how nothing I could ever do
was going to fix that. Or maybe when I realized that 90%
of your smiles are fake.
No, you’re not perfect even though you had me fooled
for quite some time,
but your mind
doesn’t allow you to see what’s right in front of you
when you’re “in love.”
Yes, I thought I was, but now I think I was just in love
with the idea of being in love. Because true love
couldn’t possibly be that dysfunctional, at least not in my opinion.
Nope, you aren’t perfect and thank God
I realized soon enough, it took
the shock and pain to finally uncover the veil
from my eyes...but I could finally see what had gone wrong.
Maybe I realized it when I saw the scars
on your arms from the years of you bringing
your emotional pain to the surface.
I can’t believe I sunk as low as to harm
myself as well, and I realize now how pathetic
I was for admitting to no one but myself that
it was just a cry for your attention. Now I couldn’t give a shit
whether I ever see or speak to you again.
And maybe I’m more angry at myself for letting
you burrow yourself inside of me and stomp on my heart
than actually being mad at you.
I’m just glad I finally did realize you weren’t perfect
before it was too late.
© Lauren R. Walley
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