My Mouth

sorry i hurt your feelings
when i opened my mouth without thinking.
i go off half cocked alot.
i've tried to stop,
but like a ticking time bomb,
i always explode!

my mouth is my doom.
it brings me pleasure
and causes me heartache too.
i talk more then i should.
i say things that should never be heard.
my mouth tells lies.
my mouth tells truth.
my mouth opens and chaos ensues.

sorry i made you cry
when i said good bye.
i wasn't thinking of you.
i'm selfish and cruel.
i've tried to stop,
but like a bullet shot from a gun,
my triggers already been pulled.

my mouth is on automatic pilot.
i never know what it'll do.
i've prayed for God to make me mute.
i want to play well with others,
but my mouth interfers.
it utters inappropiate comments
and my mouth suffers from a foot disease.

i'm tired of always apologizing.
i have run out of excuses to give.
this is how i've always been.
i was late to speak,
but i haven't shut up since.
so tune me out or toughen up,
because my mouth will strike again!

The Frequency of Silence

i run behind on everything.
when i know the end is near,
i can count the frequency of silence on both hands.

akward moments of quiet.
stares fixated on the floor.
feet shuffling towards the door.
the beating of my heart fills my ears.
i'm in tune with the frequency of silence.

hushed tones when i walk in.
people trying to look busy.
their eyes avert mine.
the sound of my breath on the air.
i know the frequency of silence well.

i missed a class on how not to be an ass.
i can remember every faux pas
that resulted in no sounds.
i'm well aquainted with the frequency of silence.

Pretty I am Not

Pretty I am not.
a jester i had caught.
love and laughter self-taught.
but flowers you bring me not.

liar i am.
covered in i can'ts.
you only cheat.
but you i choose to keep.

inappropriate words i spoke.
took away all of your rope.
stole and hid your hopes.
offered you a coke.
but you choked.

filled with ego.
stoked your fires.
poked you so you'd go.
got it as good as you gave it.
but no one forgets it.

you had an itch to scratch.
i had sharp nails.
you gave me your back.
about gave me a heart attack.
but i kept coming back.