Answers
By Tina Guler ©2009
Tell me mister, is it true,
that when your heart dies, your soul does too?
I'm not sure that I have one,
I feel so apethetic,
but something deep inside me is breaking,
I don't get it

Can one lose what they never had?
Can one smile though they are sad?
I've certainly tried
to beg and borrow
Is it better to surrender
I wonder and wonder

I'll pick up my heart off of the floor,
and put back the pieces
I've broken and torn
but my soul still has a hole I cannot sew
I cannot sew.
 

Anonymity
By Tina Guler ©2009
I'm too real to be your fantasy,
Though I wish you would invent me
and spare me the trouble
of doing it myself

You see, I don't know who I am and
I've always subscribed to the belief that
I'd rather be everything
rather than nothing

Crying over spilled milk,
Over things that can't be changed,
never helped a dying soul,
but surely it must help me

But crying and trying to be something I'm not,
never got me anywhere worth being got,
I'm at a loss for words and pictures
Write me a story with a happy ending

Wow, I haven't written anything in about a month!
Been too busy really. But here's a little something I put together today.

Mixed Emotions
By Tina Guler © 2009

As much as I want to say less is more,
I know that it's not,
and there's still an empty place in my heart,
where you should be but you aren't.


Bless the child,
La da de da da dum
Bless the child,
La de da da dum
Kiss me goodnight and tell me goodbye.
Morning light brings tears to my eyes.

The hesitance is killing me,
the pulling close to push away
I catch the edge in your voice,
and once again, I feel ashamed.

Bless the child,
La da de da da dum
Bless the child,
La de da da dum
Kiss me goodnight and tell me goodbye.
Morning light brings tears to my eyes.

Life is full of disappointments,
I wish I wasn't one.
I thought you were here,
but now you have gone
Away.

Bless the child,
La da de da da dum
Bless the child,
La de da da dum
Kiss me goodnight and tell me goodbye.
Morning light brings tears to my eyes.

Wrong
By Tina Guler ©2009

Sometimes I stop and ask myself how I ever managed to survive
Pushing the brink of insanity to it's ever changing limits
Never knowing when to keep going or give up and quit

I'm just a wrong place wrong time
Wrong kind of girl
Born on the wrong side of the tracks of the law
Waking to each new broken day
on the wrong side of the bed.

Teach me a lesson
and I'll quicky un-learn it
Punish me once and I'll say I deserved it
Forget your name and I'll quickly remind you
None of this was meant to last

I'm just a wrong place wrong time
Wrong kind of girl
Born on the wrong side of the tracks of the law
Waking to each new broken day
on the wrong side of the bed.

I push and you pull
You ask and I'll give
Ever the victim of my own self-made tragedy.

I'm just a wrong place wrong time
Wrong kind of girl
Born on the wrong side of the tracks of the law
Waking to each new broken day
on the wrong side of the bed.

Believe me, you dont want what I have to give.

Inadequate
By Tina Guler ©2009

Tonight I am inadequate
A boy looks at me and finds his dislike for me grows
and there's nothing I can do to convince him otherwise
So I sit in a corner
with my head on my knees.

I stare at a blank wall
that longs to be painted over with yellow flowers
and green grass.
and my hand trembles at the brush.
But then I am told it is not mine to adorn.

I lay at your doorstep
and wait for the sight of your feet at my head
of your hand to reach and lift me up
For your arm to pull me close to you
and your lips to gently touch my forehead.
But the days pass and you do not appear.
A man stops to tell me, that you have moved.

Stupid
By Tina Guler©2008

It was stupid of me really
to think that I was pretty
or smart or talented
When I know I'm really not,
Who was I kidding
It wasn't very funny.
To pretend like I had all the stuff I ain't got

Um?
By Tina Guler©2008

Where the heck is that shoulder of yours
you promised would always be there for me to lean on?
The pennies dropped in fountains were all to no avail.
Now I'm left poor, holding my head in my hands

Forever last but a few days in this mortal world
Here in Anyman's land
Anything comes and goes

I'd go back to where I came from,
if I knew how to get there.
but I'm holding a map I don't know how to read.
and there ain't no directions.

I thought I was moving forward,
but I was going in circles
Forgetting that I'd been here before