Just something for marching band pay no mind
More band thing
If Only I Was Taller...There's something that I want, but its kinda hard to getIf Only I Was Taller... by ~Kthejaybee3
Its cause I am too shy and scared and not brave enough yet
I stare at it like a kid staring from the ground up
At a jar of cookies on the top shelf only reached by a grown up
The frustration in me causes my small fingers to spread
And I find the nearest thing so I can tear it into shreds
I wanted to throw a tantrum cause I couldn't get what I wanted
And my stomach and mouth grumbed as the cookies sat up there and taunted
But now I know that if I reached for them, or stood on a chair against the wall
I would shake and wobble and lose my balance and fall and fall and fall
and fall and fall and fall and fall, or tip them over and spill them all
So now I eat what I can reach and wait till I am tall
DragonfliesYou give me butterfliesDragonflies by ~Kthejaybee3
from your smile
to me eyes
I keep my secret
in the back of my neck
and the palm of hand
Close yet far
I don't know
who you are
about the way
you say your words
To others unheard
but to me
There is something
I am missing
What I cant
I never will
But why is no one else?
MotherMotherMother by ~Kthejaybee3
I have this mutual feeling towards you
I think you are a Nazi
I may as well be a Jew
Although we do take turns
trading positions from time to time
You are the best and being the worst
You enslave me with your commands
Bent crooked over a hot oven
And the broken fan above me
Slashes me with dusty wind
In this concentration camp
You gas me with your flesh-melting
And my body spazzes and fights to run
While my mind and heart turn towards you
That someone who....
Will never stop loving me
Even when i am free
Of this sweet suffocating cloud
It will still linger on me
Don't go, but let me be
Love on the Distant HorizonLove on the Distant HorizonLove on the Distant Horizon by ~Kthejaybee3
I watch from a distance.
I normally watch from a distance. Unless, of course, some mandatory group activity or accidental encounter forces me to get any closer.
I'm not stalking- stalking involves getting up and following. I'm simply nervous, scared, unsure of how to approach.
And I don't want to be seen. I want to stay hidden, undercover. A scientist observing nature first hand. Nature is beautiful. Nature is dangerous. Nature is unpredictable.
Nature has soft brown hair.
Nature walks cooly down the hallway and greets his companions.
His very being seems to flood the closed space. Everyone knows he his there.
I know he is there. I can see it from where I hide, shaded by my own shyness towards the world. A part of the world undiscovered that I am too scared to approach. It stays, untouched, on the distant horizon, backlit by the sun but faintly glowing with the longing radiating from where I am watching from a distance.