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Silk (Jason)
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Where Am I?
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
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By My Self
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! I'm waitin'… 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… But nope, One more time I'm down by the river with a tainted liver By My Fuckin Self… 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
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My Love Story
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
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Still I love you
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
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Office Fever
Office Fever 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. In silence. 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 Than t
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20 Lines or less
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
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myspace freestyle from 4-23-06
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.
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Kalmiya's avatar
I miss your poetry, and I hope you come back. o:
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sandi-sea's avatar
awesome poetry, i love your style

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faintofhearts's avatar
Thanks much for the :+fav:!
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ZyR0's avatar
no problem
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Revvu-Graven's avatar
Awesome gallery keep up the good work. I can't wait to see more of your works to come.

R.G.
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hopefully we'll see you in #kidswithguns sometime :)
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hey man, thanks for the add!
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