High School

Lies spin in the air

cutting through the laughter with a shrieking silence.

Some people are blissfuly unaware,

others hide the secrets behind a smirk.

Their own plans are the only ones they have in mind,

we provide the pieces for their game of life.

Two say they didn't, but I know they did.

If it's something you have to keep from everyone,

then you probably shouldn't be doing it in the first place,

I think.

The party looks dismal from my seat in the dark corner,

weary and defeated.

I see the girl who tries to mask the cuts on her wrist with 

her million-dollar smile.

The boy who cheats puts an arm around his girlfriend,

winking at his friend.

They are all laughing, having the time of their lives.

Isn't this the best party?

Maybe if I take another sip, I'll be happy like them.

You make your way over to me

through the webs of deceit and the facades of normality.

I guess I don't participate enough for you

in this game of make-believe.

I'm growing tired of trying to open your eyes.

You understand the depths of this life,

I know you do.

They say that only fools rush in.

Makes sense, I'm no sage.

I guess we all have our gifts.

I have a knack for putting truth into words,

and you have an impressive ability to break my heart.

Shattered into a million pieces,

like the beer bottle that plummeted

from the hands of the tipsy girl on the porch

onto the cement next to the glittering pool,

the pieces waiting to be swept up and thrown away.

Reviews

[Chris]

Coment/review/coment/review - a silent view... a coin presents three choices: heads, tails, and edge. Which is the road-less-traveled here... Review. Sigh

Review: Cliches are nonetheless real for the common-ness. But, you are taking some good thoughts and wasting them. This isn't sarcasm or satire or even observation. So where is the bite? What are you TELLING me and WHY!!?!? Do you want to come back and read this? Should I?

I'm not being mean or bullying. I'm really just asking... Read it aloud - I did, 3 times. Stutters happen - thats life. Cliches of words and thoughts happen. But there isn't a taste of emotion and hence the good thoughts and pretty words and fine phrases fade into obscurity as you say them. I want to remember YOU - that is why I came... and you HAVE the skills... and the mind, and grasp of word and phrase.

I'm not great by any stretch but YOU could be.

Chris

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

It's been a while since I read your work, but this seems more frustrated and rant-like than some of your other pieces. I like it, though. There are a lot of poems written about high school, and I think this falls into some of the frequently-used cliches, but unfortunately, all of them are true. I wonder sometimes if I'm the only person who ever thinks that our teenage lives are spent pretending to think unimportant things actually matter, just because we don't know what else to do. Excellent flow, as always.