Mango's blog

Bubbles
Floating from
The surface
Of the water,
Sinking
Into my skin;
The sent of
Lavender
I never want to
Disappear.
My legs stretch
Out under
Water,
Smooth and
Beautiful,
My mascara
Is waterproof
And the
Color of
My lips
Matches the candles
Lining the tub.
I cap the
Bottle of
Nail polish
And sit back,
Feeling so
Wonderful.

It's good to be a girl.

The door bell rang,
I didn't come.
The world could fall
And I would hover
For that moment,
A chick
With wet wings.

His voice called
From the other
Side of
The wood.
My name.
My name.

I think.

Too much to think
About.
I bit my lip
Until it bled
And ran up the
Stairs,
Leaving his
Anguished cries for
Me
Behind.

I tried to tell myself
I was too busy
But all I did
After I locked the door
Was watch
The tears fall
Down
My cheeks
In the mirror
And wonder who
I was.

There is evil
In the eyes
We hardly
See,
Bordered by
Thick mascara,
Never easy to
Forget.

There is beauty
In the lips,
Red as hot coals,
Burning
Forever.

But worst is
The evil beauty
Of the words
That escape the
Mouth,
Biting
And leaving internal
Scars.

People tell me
The world is
My
Playground.
People ask me
How I do
What I do;
Find things
Find places
To go.
How nothing
Stands in my way.

What they don't see
Is the wall
On my toes,
Building taller
Every second,
Bruising my skin,
Spinning my stomach.

My eyes see
Only footprints
Ahead,
Footprints
Of my very own
Feet.
I've been everywhere
I go
And I fall
back
As I move forward.

Words.
Muck.
Mixed like:
Wet cement,
Heavy and thick,
Like:
Poisoned
Air.
I want to breath,
I need to breath,
But I won't
Allow myself,
Won't fall into
That cycle
And come out again,
A big bird
Under a wire.

Our present
Becomes our
Past,
And our future
Is made by history.

It's all connected,
We're all connected,
And if we can't
Change the present,
We will die
As one.

Here's the script,
I'll be the girl,
You be the boy,
Caught in my swirl
Of poise and beauty,
Flashing your smile
Like it's been a while
Since you saw me...

Our love is a story,
Front to back,
Just a book in the stack,
And it's all going black.

When will we realize
We don't fit,
Maybe a page or two
After the bit
Where I slam the door,

Oh,what did you do that for?

*chorus*
Here's the script,
I'll be the girl,
You be the boy,
Caught in my swirl
Of poise and beauty,
Flashing your smile
Like it's been a while,
Since you saw me...

Here's a thought,
Why don't we skip to the end,
And try to pretend,
Nothing ever happened.

That way maybe,
We will be,
As close as the sea and the sand,
Part of a circle,
Part of a story,
Part of a love story...

*chorus*
Here's the script,
I'll be the girl,
You be the boy,
Caught in my swirl
Of poise and beauty,
Flashing your smile
Like it's been a while,
Since you saw me....

I feel your hand
Around mine,
Always,
Like a shadow,
Warm as the sun, comforting
And loving.

You bring me strength
When I have none,
You remind me
What this world is,
What it can be.

If only,
I could see you.

You're there,
You're always here,
In my past,
My present,
And soon,
I'll find you.

Now that the
Sun
Is shinning
Again, over
The fields
Scattered with
Golden flowers who
Seem to shine
On their
Own,
I find myself
Thinking,
Remembering

You.

The way you would
Kiss my cheek
So sweetly
so sweetly
As we lay
Together
On the grass,

The way you would
Pick a flower
And put it
Behind my ear,
In my hair.

It seems
I'll be laughing
Alone
This year,
Out in the
Sun,
And singing myself
To sleep
Under the
Moon.

"Morning George," I whispered as I approached an old bronze statue; a man, mounted upon a beautiful steed. My fingers traced the marble base where the name washington had been elegantly carved. It was smoother than the morning air around me, into which a young starling had begun to send her sweet song. I breathed in the wonderful smell of the dogwood trees around me and watched their petals drift sleepily to the ground.
From the base of one tired old willow, a few geese honked expectantly at me, black eyes unblinking. I flung them the rest of my buttermilk biscuit and watched the birds gobble it up greedily. Behind them was a tall sign, nailed to the willow. don't feed the birds. I smiled.

Day after
Day,
Night after
Night,
She sits
In the kitchen
And scrubs
The old pans,
Rubbing and
Rubbing,
Covering her skin
In fluffy bubbles
Until the
Skin is raw.

Hour by hour,
pot by pot.

She stepped
From the
Room,
Lined with glass
And flowers
Sprung up
At the touch
Of her bare feet,
Adding to the
Brilliance of
The
Purple fabric,
Drawn
Elegantly around
Her.

We were laughing,
The sun was shining,
A breeze was playing
With your auburn hair,
Like a cat with
A tangled ball
Of yarn.

You were running,
I was smiling,
Watching
As your voice
Was carried to me,
Half laughing.

I saw you
Look back at me,
Trip
And fall.

Vanish, from my life.

I smiled,
But you couldn't
See me,
You were miles away,
You were gone.

I shouted,
But you couldn't
Hear me,
You were miles away,
You didn't care.

I ran,
But I couldn't
Reach you,
You were too lost
To be found.

In the begining:
I was happy,
She was lonely.

In the middle:
I was angry,
She was content,
He was mean.

In the end:
I was sad,
He was gone,
She was dead.