Where Am I? (Hungover Revelation)
Morning has come and gone,
The birds have done sung their song
And moved on
As noon is my dawn.
The sun penetrates the windows in this place,
The windows in my face,
It races past the blinds, past my eyelids
Straight into my mind…
"Uuugghhh….where the hell am I?"
Ten straight times I blink
As I struggle to think,
And all I can remember
Is having maybe a bit too much to drink…
So I make my way to the sink,
And as I wash my face
I begin to recognize this place,
That part is becoming a little clearer,
But as I look in the mirror
And look at that man,
I realize I still don't know where the
Don't worry girl I ain't mad at you at all…
But I see how it is…
You had better have tears in ya eyes,
Otherwise, you'd never call…
And just name one time I haven't been there for you!
But I ain't hatin'
If that's how it's gotta be then that's how it's gotta be,
But what about me?
When I was at the end of my rope damn near out of hope,
I called you…and called…and called…
One more time I'm down by the river with a tainted liver
I called you because there's only a select few
I can talk to about what I'm goin' through
And one of them was you,
But when no one's got a few moments to
My Love Story
Yeah you could say that back in the day
There was nothing I wouldn't do for love,
I was a fool for love,
Had something I had to prove to love…
But worst of all,
I was so quick to fall
When there was nothing to fall into,
Like a blind fool,
Diving into a dry pool.
Believing I had half a chance at romance
With any girl that'd give me half a glance.
But every rejection, just added to the collection,
Added another tear to the mirrors reflection.
But on the flip side,
It added a little maturity to a child's complexion.
I was so sick of bein' alone.
Bein' at home, just me, my teen angst and rage,
Life felt like a
She had diamonds for eyes & silk in her hair.
I got lost in thoughts of her for hours,
And I don't even care
It's funny…it's hard to find the words to say…
The way that everytime today my mind began to roam,
It was thoughts of her that began to bounce around my dome,
And I finally feel at home with her wrapped up in my arms,
In this warm embrace, looking down at her face,
As she looks at me, then past me, off into space,
As she does the impossible and catches stars,
And reflects them back to the world
Bright as the lights of passing cars.
And as far as I can see,
This is where I wanna be.
But this thing called "we" will never b
I think I got office fever,
Man I swear to God if this job were a woman,
I'd wanna leave her
Now don't get me wrong,
Not that she did me wrong,
She's just not doing anything for me,
Hell, even startin' to bore me.
Sometimes to drown out the drones,
I just sit and draw, doodle,
Or drip drops of dry defiance.
On this paper
This poetry, just my time waster
That will never make me any paper.
So here I am.
Stuck at this desk starting to not give a damn
Gettin' damn drowsy
Close to comatose, so I throw back caffeine pills
So I can stay awake and pay those bills.
Cuz dreams make more sense
20 Lines Or Less
"What is poetry?" was the topic of our poem.
It was the poetry unit of my senior English class.
I quickly became obsessed. But my anticipation
To write was upset, when the teacher stressed
That it had to be written in 20 lines or less.
I object! Poetry is not meant to be confined within
The confines of numbered lines or time's limitations;
This would be an imitation, the incarceration of ideas
And quotations-Quarantining the meaning of expression
The oppression of one thoughts, the compression of his soul
But if your only goal was to make the grade, this
Was ok, as a matter of fact it paid, as you laid
Out your t
do you remember when you were young...
the way we actually used to dream,
how everything was so real
and exactly how it seemed.
do you remember...
when our spirit was uncontainable
our wildest dreams were obtainable
and pain was when you fell of your bike
not when you got tired of life or could stand the stress
and everyone was happy as long as you gave your best.
and the hardest test was over multiplication and division
not these surgical incisions and judicial decisions
and life changing circumstances just 6th grade dances
and goofy glances at the girl reading your note
circle yes or no...
ha ha...funny how that used to go.