At First Glance...

Not really sure what to do with myself,
Every moment the heart leaps into the mouth,
I see you and hide and blush,
Take two glances and flinch,
Sneak a third glance and disbelieve,
I want that letter to drop through the mailbox and to hear the great sigh...
Four spectacles to meet through the dimness,
And to unite wearing green coat, scarf and gloves,
These that keep us warm through the cold winter months.

Pippa x

Be-Bop!

Jupe! Jupe!
I wish I had a skirt that went out at the waist,
And a hot hair curler with some greasy hair paste,
Be-bop! I wish I had a jukebox that played Buddy Holly,
And that goodtime record 'Good Golly Miss Molly',
HA! I wish I could dance the Charleston and the Hop,
And learn the Doodlebug, the Twist and the Bop!
I wish I could live in an art-deco home,
With a 50's radio and an old fashioned phone!
And have Elvis posters on my wall,
And carry a book satchel to my school,
And date people with cadillac cars,
And frequent done ragtime bars,
Tie the ribbons in my hair,
bleach my teeth like a total square,
And stay late at the diner,
Just drinking milkshake, none the wiser.



heh, this is kind of random off-topic for me but I had fun writing it and it's HAPPY!!!
Pippa x

Pretty

I want to think pretty thoughts
Butterflies, fairies, humble ladybirds
Flitter, Flutter

Serene and beautiful and peaceful
If only it were

Alas, things are not so
Thoughts are cramped, disturbed
Even lost

What is a girl to do?
Where should she acquire extras?
Extra sugar and spice and other nice things?

Should she give up pretty and nice?
Should she resign herself to blandness?
Should she wile away her life watching others?

Shouldshe shouldshe shouldshe?
No, she shouldn't.
Pretty thoughts are not real, not substantial

Not always. They are fluff
The candy floss of brains
To be eaten or thrown away

What to do?

-Trish

Tight woven ball of emotion in my stomach
It must be guilt I think, or maybe it's dread
An unexplained gut wrenching feeling
Fighting at the ropes of restraints
And the contraints I face every single day of my life

When you put pen to paper it sounds so depressing
But when trust is broken the danger runs deep
I wouldn't have to lie to you if you didn't ask me so many questions
Let me be independent and free
But thats not gonna happen if you don't trust me!

Its like one of those evil cirles you hear about
Winding round and round your neck
What if I want to be a different shape?
I want to be a zig zag or a squiggle instead
But I'm back to where I first began, ready to start this all over again
That dull feeling in my stomach there to stay.

xx *A* xx