You Fell For The GirlYou Fell For The Girl10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's sitting in the corner on the floor
She can't hide the tears in her eyes anymore
And still you deny them, and tell others your lies:
"She's not crying, she just has sparkling eyes."
She laughs, attempting to cover her wrists,
People catch a glimpse, wonder why so many cuts exist.
You imagine a perfect home, with a new kitten.
The same fake home she wished she lived in.
Welcome to the real world:
You fell in love with the girl
Who's falling apart.
Still, she stole your heart.
Welcome to reality:
She's the only one you see,
And still she's the one who's broken inside
Her body's still alive, but her soul's already died.
You fell in love with the girl
Who's falling apart.
She wants to pretend that everything's okay
So she smiles and laughs, no one knows she's a fake
And that's the way you'd rather leave it be
Let her appear perfect, when it's already what you see.
Last night she wanted to try a new kind of game-
Last night she played a game, and suicide's its name.
She took a few too
I Want a Bowler HatI Want a Bowler Hat10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I want: a bowler hat
A 14 mile 'nana
And a soft-spoken polar cat
And to know - who is Brianna?
I want a friend named Charlsey
Pennington Brighton McToot
And a little sprig of parlsey
On each side of a barbecued boot
I want to finally realize
That I was right all along
And to wrap all my fingers in twisty-ties
While I hum, if not sing, you a song
I want a pet heffalump on a string
and a loop and a moon and a name
I want to change 'most everything
But have it all stay the same
I want tubes and tubes and tubes and tubes
Of the craziest crazy glue
I want a word to rhyme here that's not "boobs"
So I won't be offending you
I want to grow a set of gills
And learn to play Parcheesi
I want to go listen to "Hollow Hills"
I want springtime to make me less sneezy
But mostly I want to not miss you so much
And not have to dwell on That
And then I would be all contented, and such
With just a new bowler hat
UnconditionalUnconditional10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't care how exasperating you are,
I don't care how much you get on my nerves.
I care about always treating you the same.
Love is always patient.
I don't care how you treat me,
I don't care if you're mean to me.
I care about how I am to you.
Love is always kind.
I don't care if you're with someone else,
I don't care if your best friend isn't me.
I care about your happiness.
Love is never jealous.
I don't care if you love me or not,
I don't care if my love is never returned.
I care about your well-being.
Love does not seek its own.
I don't care if you tease me,
I don't care if you won't let me forget my mistakes.
I care about forgetting yours.
Love does not take offense.
I don't care about how I've been wronged,
I don't care about what you've done to me.
I care about what you've done for me.
Love does not store up grieviances.
I don't care about reputations,
I don't care about who you're said to be.
LullabySing to me a lullabyLullaby10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That is so pure it makes me cry
And every time the morning breaks
It makes me hope I'll never wake
I'll sing to you another song
A hymn that tells of something wrong
If angels gave their life for me
I'll tell you that they died in vain
I'm serious and deadly so
I don't want all your words of hope
Hope's made one more fool of me
And made my life a mockery
So take me to another place
A land far from this human's race
Where nothing really matters more
Than getting your foot in the door
A land where cash and SUV
Are sins to have where all can see
And my meek and lonely face
Can be the king of my own space
And my cool and darling love
Will not sit perched as mourning dove
But in a field of daisies lay
Just like children perched to play
I look at hope away from here
Close to mistrust, closer to fear
But here I stand, a dreamer still
Even though my dreams have made me ill
My mistakes are made, they're set in stone
And my chosen path is walked alone
I'll stop my sight and
RantWhy must a poetRant9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
In all of their works?
It is assumed that
Even if a poet is
His/her moldy sandwich,
Or a freckle on a
will appear from
in between the words.
But we all know what happens,
when you assume,
if I want to write
about how you can
never ever get the
last drop of
Arizona's Raspberry Iced Tea
out of a 460 ml canŠ
is it required
that I have
to include how
the greedy want of a humans,
just so all the other
can bob their heads
"Totally Deep" and
WHAT IF I
DON'T WANT TO BE DEEP!!!!
Sure it's nice to be considered
But what if
I just happen to enjoy
my stupid moments?
But what if,
I enjoy being human
along w/ all
the other mortals?
What happens if I
Don't know all the
What if I enjoy
that express my joy
in my fuzzy blue
w/out any hidden meanings?
"Just Talk""Just Talk"10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
...I wrote a p o e m...
Where in I fell asleep.
I woke up in a life like mine.
But everything important was removed.
No show was playing at the venue, no one was talking, the wind wasnt blowing
It was constantly raining.
[My parents were there.]
Nagging away and I got into my car to go to work.
Yet I found myself going towards the highschool.
On the way I got into an accident and died.
I wrote it as a memoire of a dream I had,
but it ended up being more then that
I tacked it to my wall
In reading it later I got out my paint and just . . .
Covered it up...
[You can only read the word rain.]
I dont know why i did it.
Why I even really wrote the poem.
It was a horrible dream.
An even worse poem.
I never THOUGHT about painting over it..
I dont remember painting over most of it.
Tomorrow or tonight,
I'm going to paint over the black paint with blue.
So it will be locked inside my wall.
Under the coats of paint ,
In silent fury.