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Poetry
you ever wonder why you get those looks?
why guys look at you and whisper?
i don't.
i think you're beautiful
but you do not see it
please listen to me
for i fully believe it
trying to figure out why?
don't even try
i speak only the truth
i'm that kind of guy
what do you see when you look at yourself?
your thoughts are astray
you're looking too far away
you need to look closer
to see yourself clearer
what i want you to do
is for you to look nearer
because of this
i've provided a mirror
for you to look at yourself
and look at the truth
care to see someone attractive?
someone who should know it?
you already are
is it becoming clearer?
the person i speak of
is now in the mirror.
i'm speaking of you
and nobody else
so take a good look
and please your own eyes
and not mine for a change
i think you're wonderful
and you should too
so know this one thing
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Find yourself
Open the door
Were you there?
I thought not.
One such as thee is not come across so often
As one like you would hope to believe.
Fair as day
Dark as night
One so varied
Does not exist.
Everything you've come to know
Is not what you think it has become, and never will.
Free of spirit
Free of danger
Free of sin
You're not so perfect.
Why do you continue this futile search
For somethin you know cannot exist in you?
Give it up
You are not there
The one you seek
Is not of this world
You continue your search, continue until the day you die
Only then will you find what you're looking for Top
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Love
A serene gesture towards another
Makes you feel all warm inside
You wish that it could last forever
But sometimes
It fades away
But when those moments
Do arise
The ones that make you
Warm inside
They linger on
And slowly fade
Until the next time it comes to stay
For a while
In you lay
A feeling that is like no other
And dormant still
Yet wide awake
Every moment
Does it take
Your breath away in aw
Slowly now
Does it consume
Your ever passing conscious thought
And while it does
In every way
Sadly this feeling goes away
Until you're empty
Waiting still
For it to come
Come and fill
Your thoughts again
With innocent bliss
And then again
How good you feel
All warm inside
And deep in thought
Forget you not
It never goes away
Though sometimes it may seem this way
But it is dormant
In you lay
Deep down inside
In every way
It reminds you
In every day
That you truly feel this way. Top
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A thrill seeker to the end,
Willing to follow every trend,
Although he may seem gullible,
This drunken lad is not at all,
Tall and thin and drunk as sin,
Upon his face lies a drunkard's grin,
He meets up with friends,
True friends they are,
They have the need to go somewhere,
So they look around, and find a chair,
To Mars will they go, a trip of some sort,
And when they get there, they will build a fort,
A fort of cheese and tiddlywinks, and other fancy stuff,
But no he says, not him today,
For he will run, run far away,
And build an empire,
Out of a tire,
And he will rule Mars with an iron heart,
Enslave his friends, and keep them apart,
With rows of corn and teddy grahams,
And no gloves get they for their swollen hands,
And in the sky, stockings fly,
With wings of gold, and bread that's rye,
But not today,
No, not today,
To himself he thinks...
Not today,
For first he must walk,
Much walk to walk,
From Iowa to Mars,
It shouldn't take that long,
Not with his long legs at least,
And don't forget his giant feet. Top
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Again and again, and again I am hurt,
But I'm just a flirt it means nothing to me.
My feelings come second to all those around me,
It's too bad the people are too blind to see,
That though I'm a flirt,
It means something to me.
Feelings that I put aside just wander off, and run, and hide,
But low and behold it does not hurt my pride,
For I am a flirt, it means nothing to me.
To see one so happy, so vibrant and fair,
When she smiles she has to pull aside her hair,
Though I'm just a flirt,
This means something to me.
If I like someone they like someone else,
I cannot be happy, it is nothing to me.
Happiness is what the heart makes of it,
Though usually all I can do is quit,
But what does it matter?!
It's the world to me.
Though I know I'm not special,
Skillful, or proud,
And it takes such courage, to say aloud
Everything that I wish for and dream,
It bubble inside me `til I want to scream
But I keep it inside,
It is nothing to me.
My feelings mean nothing,
My words, they are empty,
My emotions are hollow,
But they are quite plenty,
But none of this matters,
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Things to ponder while you're sleepy.
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered with my whore
She said, "Baby I'm getting sleepy..."
And I said, "Baby, give me more!"
And she said, "No bitch! Get Elenore!"
And I'm like, "Never more!"
So in the dungeon
Of my castle
I find a piggy
And I wrastle
With the piggy
And the horse
But a horse is a horse,
Of course
Of course
And then the black
Of the night
Gave little miss horsey
Quite a fright
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(A Monologue)
Deme. I dunno Morrigan… my life's just been dull. I mean, for the past few weeks I've had one bad day after another. I'm going to lock myself in my room, I really am! Never gonna come out for nothin! Don't want to deal with people…. I hate people…. They get to me… They make me none too happy to be outside. I like my life, and I am pretty happy most of the time, don't get me wrong, it's just the people I'm forced to come in contact with! At school, not at school…. Hell, in ANY social situation. I could be at a concert and there'd be this gigantic group of people I know. Sure I'd try to mingle and join a conversation, but it would just never work. Eventually I'd just sit down and if I'm really really lucky, someone will talk to me. I just hate it, I can't stand people. Life is simple, people make it complicated. And of course I'm too young to move out, but I'll be in college soon. Both of us will be in colleges and more than likely separate ones. I think I'm going to join a frat house… get me a buncha designated friends… you gonna join a sorority? Or will you be GDI? Oh well, whatever happens happens and hopefully I'll find some people to hang out with. But until then I'm stuck in my room… alone as usual… so how was your day? Top
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I'm the one who kills the laughter
I'm the one who spoils the fun
You're the one with slings and arrows
But In my head….
I have the gun.
It points at you
But you don't know
That all I do or mean to do
Is in itself…
It's just a show.
It points at you so you will see
See what you have done to me
All I want is for you to be
In position
Then you'll see…
Outward appearances and happy thoughts
That is what I seem to be
But deep inside it's what I hide
How much I hate
When you laugh at me.
Torments and afterthoughts
Things I should have said and done
And all this time all I have left
Is "what if?"
What is it I should have done?
Freedom of thought and freedom of choice
The right to choose to remain this way
I'm not depressed, sad or despaired
But it bugs me
That you bug me so.
In a crowd I'm odd man out
In a couple I'm the only one
When I'm alone
I like to listen
Problem is, I'm the only one.
Smiles and laughs
That's all you see
And that is all you will ever get
And should expect
To get from me.
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