Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Photographs Again
Thursday, December 23, 2010
WhatsHerName
We do these things
Not because they’re easy but because they’re hard
But since when is it easy
To leave each other broken and scarred?
As I continue to search
For what’s-her-name?
I look on at those around
Already enjoying the game
The paper money falls
And our boxes start to wear
I’ve passed go countless times
But still no one is there
I watch as they come together
And then close in upon me
I watch as they fade into
A lime-lit obscurity
But I don’t appear to them
Though I’m not quite nothing
And since when did noticing
Mean you had to say something?
The 3rd wheel’s getting no grease
But I’m not antsy for attention
And if I didn’t think it would kill you
I’d ask for an honorable mention
Now there’s an internal conversation
That’s bred from an internal conflict
Now there’s an external situation
That’s making me feel sick
Dry heaves left me questioning
Is it me? Or is it everyone else?
Can I go ahead and blame the world?
Or have I just done this to myself?
Out of the cold grows a weed
And it bears resentment from it’s stem
So I’m not going to ignore it,
But I just might ignore all of them
And I have all the time in the world
To sit, hear, and wait
While you figure out what’s wrong with me
Before it gets late
But if it isn’t obvious yet
Then it’s something you’ll never get
Hello what’s-your-name,
I don’t believe we’ve met…
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Change of Heart
It was just another day in a colder climate
As I found myself once again questioning my fate
I kept going over and over what I said and what they said
When I saw myself standing outside my own head
So I walked in and saw myself waiting for me
And all I said to myself was “Is this really how you want it to be?”
It was just another day surrounded by snow too deep
When I called upon her to soothe me back to sleep
I keep going over what it is they say and do
And wonder if I’ll ever stop wondering, “Where are you?”
You gave light to a page that I had yet to see
And all I said to myself was “Is this really how you want it to be?”
It was just another day near lukewarm hearts
As I found myself hating how they all got their starts
I wanted nothing more than to have one that did smolder
And I might tell you one day when you’re older
Just tell me as soon as you see what I see
And until then I’ll keep asking myself “Is this really how you want it to be?”
Dedicated to a feeling that’s no really there
Dedicated to finding a start
Dedicated to the only one who seems to care
Dedicated to a heartening hart
It was just another day in which I wrote another tale
I stood by the same old product and tried to make a sale
I kept repeating what they all thought needed to be said
And then I saw you standing beautifully inside my head
So I ran in and saw myself suddenly set free
As you explained that these words aren’t for them, but just for me…
Monday, December 13, 2010
Out of Ink
Trying to figure out what I was thinking in the first place
I wait for another wanderer to call
My thoughts wander, and boredom creeps in
As I think anything would be better than staring at these 4 walls
Listlessly these words appear as if to taunt me
But only when I’m not standing still
The moment I stop and try to write it all down
Is the moment my creativity is suddenly killed
So I babble, I ramble, but most of all I rant
I wait, I long, I continue to hope it won’t last
It’d be nice if this could mean something, but it can’t
And soon these thoughts today will become part of the past
I’m afraid you’ve heard it all before
You’ve listened to my voice as I played this game
My heartbreak, my angst, and everything in between
You may not have know what it meant, but you kept reading all the same
So without any further ado, a hiatus is in order
The writing will disappear from the eyes of the reader
I’ll discontinue my thoughts, take a break perhaps
And return when the muse in my life is sweeter
A thank you to you all, the few that saw my many
A thank you to all of those who continue to look up
The view from up here is no longer that clear
And with that I will say enough…
Half Asleep, Half Alone
I’m wide-awake and presently speeding
Catch me if you can, it’s what I’m needing
A turn for the worst, without any evidence
I guess this wait just adds to the suspense
I’m wide-awake and presently seeing
That the thought of you is so freeing
But you’re restricted by the powers that be
And I won’t say anything, because I’m me
I’m dozing a bit, but I won’t quit
Not until I can no longer get away with it
I’m wide-awake as sparks abound
I look around, but no one is found
In a matter of days it will all be gone
In a matter of time I might be done
I’m wide-awake, but nobody thinks so
They all keep telling me that I should go
Go here; go there, I don’t think they really care
Just so long as I’m not one more they have to bear
I’m dozing a bit, but I can’t quit
Not until I can no longer get away with it
I’m wide-awake and spewing out nonsense
And I’ll continue at no expense
Seriously stop me or I’ll end up dead
Seriously, find me, or I’ll go out of my head
I’m wide-awake and yet my eyes are closed
They have been for sometime, leaving me exposed
I don’t want to continue without you
Wake me up!! So that I don’t have to
I’m dozing a bit but I can’t quit
Not until I can no longer get away with it
Half asleep; half awake; in an inescapable pit
Longing for your heart to pull me out of it
Friday, December 10, 2010
The End
Cool and collected, he walks on unprotected
With each step he takes, another fire wakes
He looks to his right, as the missiles take flight
He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left
He lights up a smoke and takes in this cruel joke
With wreckage around, there are few to be found
Amidst the commotion, he walks in slow motion
He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left
He enters her sight, as day turns to night
And he walks along, just trying to stay strong
The buildings are falling, she trapped and she’s calling
He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left
For help she yells, as the ash clouds swell
The sky’s raining fire, as he loses desire
The world’s coming to a close, and this he knows
He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left
He ought to be dead, but still there’re thoughts in his head
Wandering aimlessly, he awaits the end patiently
There’s nothing he can say, it’s all fading away
He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left
It’s then that he sees her, in a state of great danger
As he hurries to her support, she offers a retort
“Save yourself. Get free. Don’t worry about me.”
He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left
As the world decays, he kneels beside her and stays
He looks to his right, but there’s nothing in sight
He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left
They lock eyes; they kiss. Nothing left but apoca-lips.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Stark Raving
I wanted to do this last night, but that was yesterday
And if I had said it then, you wouldn’t have liked what I had to say
Now you tell me to spit it out, that I must be in a stupid funk
But I’ll stop being so daft, if you stop being a f—ing punk
It’s time you looked around and gave your life a start
Instead of acting like you’re different by playing a different part
You’re not out of your element, but I wish you were out of mine
And if you could just shut your f—ing mouth, I think we’d be fine
But you have to twist the knife; you have to go that extra mile
And I’d be okay with all of it, if you didn’t wear that damn smile
So keep listening to my radio while I tune you out of my head
I’m not passing out; I’d just rather go to bed
It’s a matter of respect, which you clearly don’t seem to have for me
And when I look at you, I can’t understand what he sees
There’s definitely something there though, but that’s not for me to say
I won’t comment on what ought to be, but on how you ought to go away
Seriously, you irritate me, and the sad part is you think it’s comical
But don’t worry about alienating one; you’ve still got them all
So I’ll slink off like a mau5, because I’m as tired as the dead
But the truth is I’m avoiding you, because of what you said
Prepare to be immortalized, in a stanza that no one will see
Least of all you, but that’s all right with me
I won’t listen to your jaunts; I will no longer be affected
It’s not my fault that those mushrooms got your personality infected
You can talk to the rest of them; you can eat, drink, and be merry
But you won’t hear a word from me; this conversation I cannot carry
I, (insert name here), swear to be of sound body and mind
No drop of intoxication in my present self will you find
And I (name above), hold to all I’ve said above
And I (name above), will leave you, with no loss of love
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