Thursday, February 2, 2006

Is this a gift?

I would show you myself
But as a gift,
Would it be welcome?
I would beg for love
But would my pleading turn you cold?
How do I get through to you
You’re so aloof sometimes.
Yet I know
There’s a mischief-filled grin
And a unique soul
Under your quiet exterior.
 
© Rosalie Miller 2005
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Saturday, January 7, 2006

Impact

As I read the words of others
As I am moved
I can’t help wonder
How others read my words.
I wonder
Do I move you
As I pour myself out?
 

© Rosalie Miller 2005

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Saturday, November 19, 2005

Is it wise?

I want to say I love you,
Though you’ve probably already guessed.
I need to say I love you,
Though it may not be quite best.
I somehow need to tell you,
Though you may not need to know.
You see, I need to tell you
Just how I love you so.
 
© Rosalie Miller 1998
 
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Inside of Me

No one can see me crying,
Though I know I am inside.
My lips should taste salty -
But they don’t.
Why can’t I say
Exactly what I mean?
 
No one can feel my heart break,
Or hear it shatter in two.
But I feel,
I hear.
I break apart with it.
 
My head pounds
And I scream through my tears.
I collapse
- All inside of myself -
And shut myself in.
Do I still look the same?
 
© Rosalie Miller 1998
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Insecurity

I watch them talk so easily,
Laugh so naturally.
Why can’t I be like that?
 
I laugh so harshly,
Talk so bluntly.
I just can’t really react.
 
I blurt things out, not taking the time
To think things properly through.
And then I feel I’ve committed a crime,
By acting the clown in front of you.
 
I want to sink into the floor,
To run away and hide.
I wonder how you’d all react
If I just sat down and cried.
 
© Rosalie Miller 1996
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Inexpressible

A searing joy is burning through me
I want to laugh and cry at the same time
I choke on my words,
But not because they are bad.
I want to share what I feel
With the whole world,
To make them believe.
 
© Rosalie Miller 2000
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Inadequacies

Do I dare to bare my soul?
It looks so inadequate.
Can I show myself?
I look so small, naked for all to see.
How can they accept me
With the little I have to offer?
Inadequate words
Show but a fraction
Stumble over each other
Cover but a fraction
Of the inadequate soul they
Struggle to hide.
 
© Rosalie Miller 2001
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In the rules

Stay between the lines,
Don’t rock the boat.
I choose to be constrained -
It means I don’t have to think.
Give me rules please
I crave the direction they give.
Maybe if I follow all the rules
I’ll be good enough.
 
© Rosalie Miller 2004
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Identity Crisis

I look at me
And at my life
And try to work out
Who I am.
 
I look at the millions
Who’ve gone before
And wonder
Whether it was the same
And wonder if they
Went through all I’m going through.
 
If anyone figures out
Who I am
And what it is I’m meant to feel
Could they let me know?
 
© Rosalie Miller 2000
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