To each their own
A selection of poetry
By Michelle Dalton
Date: 3-22-09
Every life has a story…this is mine.
First of all, this book goes deeper than standard poetry. These words are my soul filling out onto this page. This is the free spirit in me. The thoughts, the minds, and yes even the moments are written in this book. I have poured every emotion, every thought, and every heartache and I’m ready to share it with the world.
This is a book I dedicate to the free spirits like me. I ask you to enjoy my life. I ask you to embark on a journey of confusion, hate, spite, indecision, and love. I’m ready to expose myself to the world.
One last dedication I have is to the person who inspired me to make this book. He was my first love and my first heartbreak and changed my perception of life, as I know it.
Thanks for the wake up call.
Enjoy!
Men
The beauty of men,
Is like the beauty,
Of a flower.
Everything looks beautiful,
The scent is intoxicating,
Bringing a fresh feel,
Into a dull surface.
But flowers die,
They lose their scent,
And leave a mess
For the other to clean.
Less
Thoughtless,
A person with out thought,
Dreamless,
A person without dreams,
Forced to go place to place,
Without a soul?
WHAT IS A SOUL?
Souls are spirits,
Lost in the abyss,
Souls simply don’t exist.
Young girls dreams,
Are simply dreamless,
Blank like unused canvasses.
Just like her thoughts.
As for her soul,
It doesn’t exist.
Everyone lives his or her life like this.
Dark, depressing, filled with dread.
Even writing this causes pain,
SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK!
Simply quiet
The house is quiet now,
No stirs to be heard tonight,
Peace is not here,
Just quiet now.
No doors slamming,
No dirt poured out,
On the love stained floor.
Just that spot,
That empty spot that’s black,
Laughing at me in the night,
Choosing to leave me breathless,
Leave this hole again,
Just like the night before.
Lay face down into it,
Rub my face in the past,
And the never agains,
Breaking every part of me.
I’m already limp,
Worse than a wet noodle,
Just keep reminding me,
Of why freedom isn’t free.
But I can’t make a sound,
Even if I wanted to,
Because the memories,
Swallow my screams of regret.
Men are dead
As far as I’m concerned,
Men are dead,
They tear your dreams apart,
Leave you alone,
All alone.
Men are dead.
They find your weakness,
They leave you exposed,
And when you find the one,
Who brings you a home?
You’re still alone.
Men are dead.
Dearly beloved,
We gather here,
To say goodbye,
Out of growing near.
To all the men, Who let me die?
But never fear, because men are dead.
Boy…girl
Girl,
Color yourself hypocrite,
“I hate men!!!”
Crying it out to ears,
That honestly doesn’t care.
Gushing about a new man,
When you’re not even done with the old.
Boy,color yourself hypocrite,
Show her off around town,
Like she’s not going to break your heart.
You missed out on a good thing,
And now your so-called happy?
You all make me sick.
Ghetto dance
Tiny dancer, tiny dancer,
Please shake that booty!
Surprised I said that,
Get use to that.
I am g-e-t-t-o-e fabulous….
That’s right with an e,
Sorry but that’s just me.
Believe
Ring in the bells,
A new year has begun,
Shout a chorus of hallelujahs,
Sing a bit of amen.
“AMEN!” you scream,
Louder each time,
How loud does it have to be?
Till your so-called God hears your praise.
You’re all dogs to me,
Following your master,
Begging for a treat,
All for a good boy.
How many times did you roll over?
Read a book written by a man,
Beg and plead for hypocrisy,
How sad can you be?
The only thing you can believe in is yourself.
Slang, would Shakespeare giggle?
If he heard our slang?
A foreign language,
Like his greatest works?
If thee equals thou,
And you equals aye,
Why do we say,
Past slang is whack?
They mold the language,
Tell us what’s what,
If it wasn’t for them,
The forefathers of our past,
We wouldn’t know the beauty,
Of our crude language system,
And life would be lame.
Ah…. sweet bliss…why would I be writing this?
Poor Shakespeare can’t handle such a realist.
Offensive
So you want something original,
How about fuck you?
Oh so your offended now?
I’m sorry that you’re sensitive,
Waiting for your dream boy,
To scoop you away,
So you can cook his hot pocket,
Into your toaster oven,
And turn your life around,
Into a suburban wasteland?
Is that what it’s like,
To be an American,
Conservative living the dream.
Thank god for liberals,
May we continue to offend?
With one fuck you at a time.
Yea we’re crazy
“God you’re so beautiful.”
GOD YOU’RE SO FAKE,
Try to twist me up,
In your satin and lace,
While she sits at home,
By the phone,
And all the while I wait.
Toy with my emotions,
Do you think that’s all it takes?
Am I really that predictable?
Well its time for a change,
Pick your choice B or A,
Because if you play this game,
Then I’ll go insane.
They don’t call me crazy for nothing.
A kiss
A kiss,
A kiss,
Sweet,
Tender,
Kiss,
Tears to my eyes,
Not a normal kiss,
Everything that I have wished,
All held up,
Within a kiss.
Giddy Girl
Giddy girl, giddy girl,
How you smile,
By a touch,
By a word,
By a thought,
Of the one you love.
Your so crazy giddy girl,
Just don’t let it all,
Go to your head.
New skin, old crutch
Feeling like a peasant among men,
Despair drips like a melting Popsicle,
Every time I work my way up,
You bring me back down again.
I wear my scars like a banner,
Why bother hiding the sadness,
There’s no point in smiling,
As long as you’re in my life.
I can’t have you back,
You’re too involved in new skin,
I feel the pain every day,
Moving on feels like a chore.
Although I love someone else,
I still can never stop loving you,
So I’ll lock myself in my ivory tower,
And brush my long hair again.
Girl...girl...girl
Girl girl girl,
Color yourself hypocrite,
Cause everything you say and do,
Only seem to sound like shit.
Girl, girl, girl,
You might as well just leave the world,
Stupid girl,
Stupid girl!
Everything you ever wanted,
Was in front of you,
And you destroyed it,
Again,
And again,
AND AGAIN!
Attempt to make the best of it.
Oleander
Slight cigarette buzz,
Lifts from my head,
As I read stories,
Of a past life.
Pain, love, trust,
All flooding away,
Like dandelion seeds,
On a windy day.
I cannot relate,
To the pain,
The regret,
Or the remorse.
But simply beautiful words,
Leave her pen,
As she writes about pain,
Pain can be beautiful.
Exquisite pain can be sheer bliss.
(Dedicated to the author of my favorite book)
Pretty Girl
Pretty girl,
They drop over you like flies,
But in your eyes,
They cannot see your life.
They watch your every move,
You give um a wink,
Maybe a bit of love,
But you’re not that type of girl.
Don’t keep them for the night,
But you’re ok,
And that’s all right,
Your girlfriends can have the fun tonight.
Things are not always what they seem,
So adding to the gleam,
Can you tell what’s in between?
Pepper Ann
Your name says pepper Ann,
But I don’t see red hair,
All I see are dark features,
And dark eyes.
Oh pepper Ann,
You see a box,
As a way of survival.
Serve it to me with a little salsa.
Chat life
A bottle of liquor in one hand,
Shades on the eyes,
Bet your imagining your tongue,
In-between my thighs.
Little miss innocent,
Sarcasm is your tone,
Do you really know?
If your man is all-alone?
People come into your life,
As quick as they go,
All you can do, Is telling whom you know.
Idiotic moments
Oh honey,
You tell me,
“Don’t judge a book,
By its cover.”
But how will I be able,
To tell the book,
I’m reading?
Didn’t your mother,
Ever tell you,
Think before you speak?
The battle
I’m so sick,
Of this life I lead,
Depression has engulfed me,
Like a salmon swimming upstream.
I’ve loved everyone I trusted,
But trust comes with a price,
Things that brought me joy,
Simply makes me think.
So what if I win,
One round in the game of life,
And what everyone seems to miss,
Is that life is a battle! And I’m only 21.
To the free spirits
Free spirits,
Wild and untamed,
To be truly open,
To be free.
Being free,
Is harder,
Than being yourself.
But why does everyone say,
To be yourself,
Is to be free? Those people are hypocrites!
Legend
(Dedicated to Jim Morrison)
Red crimson,
Faded in a twist,
Of light and dark,
Heart skips a beat.
Insanity breaks the silence,
Into polyester and liquor,
Smoke and crying,
Heart skips a beat.
Poetry and love,
When the music’s over,
Someone’s lost,
Heart skips a beat. A legend dies…. and is born again.
Never forget who you are
Cascade of black and white,
A jailed man set free,
Bright lights, big city,
Drink till ya die.
Live the life I lead,
Party like a rock star,
Fall in love again,
Never forget who you are.
Never forget who you are,
Never forget who you are,
Live your life hard,
Love like your dying,
But never forget who you are.
My honest mistake
I felt love once,
And I continue to feel,
Something inside of me,
Something so real.
My heart belongs to one,
But after some time,
I met someone else,
I call him douche bag diving.
Somehow deep in my heart,
There’s has always been a part,
That always seemed to love him,
But ended at the start.
I shouldn’t have ended it early,
He was no part in my heart,
Yet something inside of me,
Says he still loves me from the start.
The man I flirted with so much,
When I thought I was in love,
The man who told me to get out,
Before it was too much.
It took such a long time,
To realize what I would lose,
I gave my whole heart to douche bag divine,
When I should have given it to you.
Typical workweek
Try to do the right thing,
Can’t get short,
Yet refuses to say no,
Forget the world you think you know.
I try to prove my worth,
Bending with a jerk,
Only to get screwed in the end.
I’m dammed if I do, and I’m dammed if I don’t,
Too hard to give up,
Too soft to let go.
I guess no one will ever know.
Maybe I’m the one, who’s slow,
Two years ago,
I planned to grow,
Went with the pace,
Go with the flow.
Did the job right,
Did the job wrong,
Give them a dance,
Sing them a song,
If this keeps up,
I’m gone!
First class
(Note: I have included a picture for the first and last first class in this poem. I actually used one of these stampers when I wrote this poem and I would like to keep it the same. I will atisk every first class I want the stamp. Thanks! )
First class*
Same people rise up
My ass.
May be a blast,
From the mofoin past,
But you use it,
Like a condom,
Just cause of the area,
That I come from.
I’ve learned a thing or two,
You think you’ve got me,
Well I think I’ve got you.
Same people rise up my ass,
No chance,
Cause I’m first class*
Let me explore you
Journey to the unknown,
You’re my first this time,
Everything about you,
Doesn’t seem to rhythm.
Your beauty is unexplainable,
Because you’re like a portrait,
Everything is out there,
But simply unexplained.
You’re the artist,
Explain why you’re so beautiful,
Why did you choose this look?
That drives me wild.
Baby, you’ve got it all,
(And with perfect taste)
You’re still a mystery…
But that’s the funny thing about mysteries…
The best mysteries are always the solved ones.
Bring it love!
My blessing…my curse
You all go down the same,
Same face,
Same eyes,
Same name.
And every time I claim,
I’m drained,
Insane,
And looking for someone to blame.
But it’s my fault,
The issue is I,
I can never say no,
Feels like there’s no where to go,
I can never be free.
I’m an idiot to my own accord.
I only do this to myself.
I know I’m a sinner going to hell…
But you’re all my escape,
Same face,
Same eyes,
Same name.
I can’t fall in love,
To many options,
To many temptations,
Too many too’s!
I’m so screwed.
Love hurts,
Debt hurts worse,
What is my blessing? Is also my curse.
Broken (part 1)
I’m so sick,
Of all the couple’s I see,
Wishing that could be me.
I’m tired,
Of waiting on men,
Who screw me over again and again?
I can barely afford gas in my car,
The life that I lead is just a shard….
I’m just a little piece of glass.
Just a little piece of glass.
All the friends I trust and depend on,
Are lying,
Crying,
And dying all around me….
Am I meant to be alone?
I found a good man once upon a time,
But all I did was hurt and lie,
So I am meant to be alone.
I keep the smile on my face,
And attempt to push through the dust,
But even when I keep good karma,
Everything seems to go bust!!!!!!
And here I am,
Just a shard of glass, A little piece of glass, Broken
Broken (part 2)
SO BREAK ME!
But I can only be broken so small,
And only I know that,
SO CALL ME CRAZY!
I can’t stand the hammer anymore,
Pound on me when I hit the floor,
I may be just a shard of glass,
But watch your little ass,
Cause a little piece of glass,
Holds deadly consequence,
In the wrong hands.
Miserably happy
You manage to walk back in,
Despite all of my sins,
I asked you the ultimate question,
You managed to ignore.
But my eyes told the truth,
The words you couldn’t say,
Was shown in your face,
I exhaust you.
You don’t know what you want,
And I don’t like what you need,
I can’t just be your ho,
And I’m scared to be your girl.
Teeter on the thin line,
Casual is not the issue anymore,
I just want you to be happy,
Maybe you’re happy being miserable.
Exhausted
Caring is my calling,
Find salvation in god,
Call up an ex-lover,
When your old mans gone.
I’ve failed the tests,
Job is much stronger than I,
Make two dollars a night,
Don’t be a stripper.
Wasted yet whittled,
Worn yet torn,
Like the canvas at the art fair,
The shirt at the thrift store.
I’ve insulted many,
Loved by the few,
The ones who love me,
Never turned away.
Vomit at my door,
My toilet’s already full.
Rewards
Little child so fair,
What have you got over there?
Take a look,
In a book,
From the library you took,
And at the book you stare.
Little child so dear,
Your eyes full of fear,
So you don’t understand,
I’ll take you by the hand,
And keep you very near.
Little child so happy,
Makes my young heart feel sappy,
To help you excel,
Makes me feel well,
In a world that can feel so crappy.
My heart is a cold stone
My heart is a cold stone,
Unable to be penetrated,
By the love that you beg,
Yet you don’t plead.
My heart is a cold stone,
You cannot open it,
Once upon a time,
Was long long ago.
My heart is a cold stone,
Yet you continue to love,
Your love’s wasting away,
Love someone else…
Who’s not a cold stone?
My heart’s an open wound,
To someone who loves,
Someone who proves,
Someone unconventional.
But to you…
My heart is a cold stone.
Just another love poem (exposed)
I just want to help,
My dedication,
My talents,
My soul.
My chi is my belief,
My god may be yours.
Can I be your romantic?
I am your love…
But I am who I am.
Soft,
Delicate,
Lace,
Drapes around me,
Under the armor I wear.
I find you beautiful,
I can be your Roselyn,
Just don’t be my Romeo.
Be my author,
Be my prince,
Be my warrior,
Be my knight,
But please be yourself.
I’ll give you my whole heart,
Let you see the chiffon,
Set the armor aside.
I want you to see me exposed.
Locking the door
Everything you say to me,
Is full of fake promises,
You can’t even see,
When your own sister is drowning.
How can you be relatable?
To the people around,
When you’ve never lived like them.
How can you praise,
The glory of god,
Who wants you to care?
When you don’t care,
Just don’t care,
When someone is drowning?
I’m simply not listening anymore,
I’m no longer knocking at the door,
In fact I’m turning away,
And locking the door.
Hallelujah, hosanna,
Jesus saves,
Yes he saved me,
But do his believers see?
I’m so confused,
What does god see in you?
Hallelujah, hosanna,
I just can’t believe.
I’m simply not listening anymore,
I’m no longer knocking,
At the door,
In fact I’m turning away,
And locking the door.
