Algebra IILearned to run before I could walk,
Learned to sing before I could talk.
Embraced the advanced, forget the basics,
Teetering precariously on an unsteady basis.
Content with the Pythagorean theorem,
Yet stupid mistakes throw me into the other room.
It's kinda sad and oh how bored,
As the teacher sprawls old math across the chalkboard...
There was a time when I once surpassed,
Almost the entire class.
Now I'll have to claw to the top,
Ensure that the stupid mistakes come to a stop!
Learn to study, haven't done that in years...
Homework burring me up to my ears,
It's going to be difficult, but I must do it!
Otherwise I might as well just say, "screw it..."
Take up a job at the fast food joint...
Rot away, have life lose all point...
But no! I refuse to let that happen,
There is no way I'll allow my life to sadden.
There must be a way for it all to work out,
A social life/studying, there is little doubt.
I leave now on a happier note,
Hopefully it stays, this flash of hope.
LifeIve seen the world with these two eyes.Life8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A movie played inside my mind.
Ive traveled the seas in half the time
Without ever leaving home.
Ive spread my wings but didnt fly
Ive touched heaven, but I didnt die
Had the chance to ask God why
Without ever receiving an answer.
Ive count the stars and made to ten
Lost track and had to start again.
People laughed, but thats how we make friends
Without ever knowing their name.
Ive loved completely and watched them leave
I tell the storysome dont believe
Let them go or did you flee?
Without seeing what tomorrow brings.
Ive cried like I would never smile
Walked in darkness for half a mile
Saw the sun in the distance for a small while
Without ever feeling its rays.
Ive walked the beachestasted the breeze
There was a time that Ive felt free.
Touched my soul and let life be
Without any regrets to hold.
Ive laughed until I could not breathe
Gasped for air a
If I Were A LineIf I were a lineIf I Were A Line8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I think Id be curled,
billowed and swirled,
and slowly unfurled.
Id sweep over a page,
if I were a line,
with the wind in my hair,
and my heart laid bare.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a line.
If I were a spot
Id be round and fat
(now how about that?)
like an old, well-fed cat.
Id have drizzled and dropped,
if I were a spot,
pittering and pattering
with a slight hint of smattering.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a spot.
If I were a colour
Id be a rich red,
like a painted deathbed
or a sword to the head.
Id lunge for macabre,
if I were a colour,
made oh-so dramatic,
my thoughts all sporadic.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a colour.
But I am a human,
so pale and flawed,
and easily bored,
(wishing I was adored).
I twist and bend
(these hinges, you see?);
my shape is no other
than the one I can be;
My colour, it changes
because I am a human:
a human thats me.
Sex.Love is lustingSex.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
if you do-
is a vex;
for the worse.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Like the word unheard.
and with luck -
But those who care
Those who live
But what is life
A goddamn vex.
I dance in clown shoes.I dance in clown shoes.12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You compose your conversations.
Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,
ending arguments with a flourish.
Make a point, now whirl, quickly.
Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.
You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:
One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.
You leave me confused and two steps back,
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.
And if I catch up, if I make a point,
you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust
as you make your escape.
And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,
Ending your sentence with a door.
And I must follow you, my thuds down the stairs preceding my statement,
trying to catch up before the page break.
Now I capitalize a W, and follow with an a, i, t.
And you pause, spin, speak, gesture, spin, continue.
A waltz to counter my four-four.
You don't dance your words-
you speak a dance.
You speak a dance Baryshnikov couldn't follow.
You rapidly reverse the rhythm,
changing tempo in a blur of sound
The Mad Hatter's SerenadeThe Mad Hatter's Serenade10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and then the hatter said, to the tree
'life is the colour you want to see.
black or white or blue or red.'
and then he stood upon his head.
'The world makes more sense upside down,
so now, when I'm happy, I usually frown.'
'I wear many hats, none of them are mine.
I keep them to sell, so please get in line.
Buy them for cheap, and take this mask for free!
Use it to hide the faces you don't want anyone to see.
'tis a neverending tea party, this life, my friend!
time is frozen still, and this will not end.
not joy, nor sorrow, nor love, nor hate
the most you can hope for, is to get a clean plate.'
I watch the hatter (mad), and then I smile
not so much in years, yet quite clearly senile
I shed a tear for his sake, and then I look away
I do not need to hear what he has to say.
and the hatter said to the tree,
'they never really listen to me.
but if they stopped to look they'd find
i'm not completely out of my mind.'
the hatter (mad), he says to me
'we are both the same.'
tiny little pawns,
deathdeath12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at the station
one exhausted passenger
the train on the track whistles
you have to obey
get on it
and ride away
one exhausted passenger
the trip ended where it began
The Truth to LifeDo we have a purpose, is a question one will often askThe Truth to Life11 years ago in Open More Like This
Is there a higher power out there, some greater task
The truth will hurt many, not only a few
People have a hard time dealing with that which is true
There is nothing greater that watches your back
Deal with it, stop crying and build your own stack
You are responsible for the life that you lead
It is not someone else's fault when you don't get what you need
If one wants the stars, they must be grabbed by one's own hand
Nothing in life is freely given there is no promised land
So the question remains, why are we here
For those without faith, the answer is painfully clear
We live only for today and if we are lucky the morrow
To us there is no afterlife, but that brings us no sorrow
Self improvement is our main goal and it starts in the here and now
We refuse to be filled with illusions of grandeur and get fat off them like a cow
The best of us seek improvement in every area we can
Without the proper balance of self there can be no co
Views All AroundViews All Around11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Riding In A Taxi
An Ambulance Drives By
Somebody Is Hurt
Or Is Going To Die
I Remember Thinking
That Would Never Be Me
That Would Never Hurt Me
Harmless What You Cant See
A Taxi Drives By
A Kid Looks At Me
As If I'm Going To Die
BoxBox11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On The Way Home
I Met A Friend
An Empty Burger Box
That Was Caught In The Wind
It Reminded Me
Of A Lost Puppy
Dancing Between My Legs
Then Waiting For Me To Catch Up
At The Time
It Was Annoying
I Stepped On It
A Few Steps Ahead
Something Was Missing
I Looked Behind
To See My Friend
Had Lost Its Rythem
I Shed A Tear
When It Was Still
In The Distance
A Part Of Me Died Today
Hall of MirrorsThrough the dark and through the tearsHall of Mirrors10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met you in the Hall of Mirrors
I didn't know you at all before
And now I seem to all the more
Your past, your present and your future
A story of time to hold and treasure
Of hopes and dreams lost and gained
Of fears and scars all sustained
A life that's neither good nor bad
A life of confusion that drives you mad
And somewhere along the journeys way
I notice our likeness day to day
And without thinking who is who
I realize; you are me and I am you
Complete with all my faults and fears
I found myself in the Hall of Mirrors
Angels?Have you ever seen an angel?Angels?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do you really care?
Not all come with shining clothing
Nor do all have golden hair
Have you ever been helped
By someone you didn't know
Have you ever been startled
By kindness a stranger did show
Have you ever seen an Angel
Would you know it if you did
If you did meet an angel
Would you do just as they bid
Angels are among us
They can help us in a wink
Yes angels are among us
At least tis what I think