Thursday, February 17, 2011

i like to write poems...

here are a few older ones... :)


The Birds

The birds are flying away from the nest

And the leaves are falling off the tree

They are like me

They are separating their selves from what they are told to believe.

That old wooden cross is now just two pieces of wood

When once it is where I proudly stood

But now I stand, unsteady

On natures evolving hand.

And I don’t feel as free,

But I do feel more alive

And I’m no better than a tree

We’re both just trying to survive.

A Rant

You always told me I would grow out of only writing about sad things.

So I tried being funny but it just wasn’t the same.

Cause I still cant make you laugh.. turns out I don’t have a better half.

But I do have 4 quarters; hows that for some change?

I used to have empty pockets..

but now I just have deranged… dreams and convictions.

I have ideas and predictions.

Not about the stock market or weather.

More like the definition of forever.

And I know you say I rhyme too much

and I know I say you don’t care enough.

I think were both right but we’re more stubborn at night

and I guess putting up a fight hasn’t been worth the flight.

But love takes flight.. that’s what I heard once.

And I just try to do what my heart wants.

But you see it’s as bi polar as me and no one has me.

To call them their hippy or drink from my hands.

I guess this was not in our plan.

But did we even have one.. or was it all just illusions.

I know how they all work but I’m stuck in delusions.

You give me reason to write sad thoughts..

you give me a reason to connect the dots.

But in the mean time I have become disconnected.

From the kites I have collected.

All the strings tied to my wrists.

An anchor with out gravity and a million unclenched fists.

This makes up for my lack of self esteem when it comes to being seen.

I guess you could say I have been lying.

That I don’t really want to become a bird.

So I can fly far, far far away from here.

But I would like to have wings and maybe a lover here.

I live in a state shaped like a pan.

Its land locked and cock blocked. And doesn’t believe in yes we can.

But for now its where I am and for now its who I see.

Not that you agree.

And although I’m blind in one eye I can still see every color shape and size.

But the lack of two eyes results in no depth perception.

Meaning I live on uncompleted interceptions.

But there is one exception.

I have a slight sense of direction.

North east south west.

Being in the middle, or suffering from cardiac arrest.

Either way; my heart stops beating.

But I can’t bite the hand that’s feeding.

Me corn on the cob and seasonal depression.

And I save all my money, and I ignore the repression.

But my black market is doing fine.. and the watch on my wrist isn’t for keeping time.

Its for keeping score.

And I think that I’m winning.

And if not then that’s okay, because the room isn’t spinning.

Like it used to. When I thought of you.

all these tie dye dreams that made me scream

and all those paint splattered streets that I never crossed.

Because all my intentions were forgotten or lost.

Its true I have my regrets.. I should have never made a bet.

But I guess I didn’t have much to lose.

And I’ve never been afraid of abuse.

But yeah I have my doubt.

And I have my curiosity.

But most of all I have my generosity.

I’ll give you everything for nothing in return.

But I should warn you about the burn.

I will make an appearance in all of your dreams.

i’ll be dancing to all your screams.

But you won’t get a reaction.

And it will drive you wild.

I should have told you that before you made me smile.

But you did. so it will.

And I cant. So you wont.

But we could. But we won’t.

And he doesn’t. but he should.

And I have seen. What you never will.

And you think. But he does. You weren’t. But I was.

A Man in California (A twist to the song: California by Led Zeppelin)

Spent my days with a man that’s kind,
Smoked his stuff and drank all our wine.
Made up my mind to break a new heart,
left California with a shaking in my start.
Someone told me there’s a man out there
With tears in his eyes and maggots in his hair.
Took my chances on a tiny jet plane,
Never let them tell you that I’m not insane.
The mountains were blue and the sky was clear,
Wondered how yesterday could ever follow me here.
The ocean and the shores started to fall and break
As the demons in my mind began to make.
Seems that the face and doors
Got a punch on the head and it started to pour;
I think I might be floating.
Throw me an anchor if I’m going
Ill meet you down there where the path
Runs crooked and low.
To find a queen with two kings ;
They say she plays unfair and dances and sings .
ah ah ah ah
Ride a black mule in the footsteps of night
Tryin to find a man who’s never, never, never seen light .
Standing on a tree in my forest of dreams,
Telling myself its not as real, real, real, as it seems.

Apt 256

would you let me stay if I promised to clean the mold out of the coffee pot

and always kept the sink empty.

would you let me stay if I promised to stop crying

and didn’t get mad at you for spying.

will you let me sleep at the foot of your bed

if I promised not to snore or roll around

will you let me live here,

I promise I dont take up much room

and I dont make much sound

would you let me stay if I promised to always turn out the lights

would you let me stay if I was immune to fights

would you let me live here, I’ll clean out the closet and make it my home

so I could still hear your heartbeat when everything else is quiet

would you let me stay if I didnt insist on singing along with everysong

especially the ones i dont know at all

would you let me stay if i never lost my keys

or my phone or my wallet or my mind

would you let me live here if i pormised to remember everyhting i did

would you let me stay here if wasnt still a kid

would you let me live here if i didnt have fits of rage

would you let me stay if lived in a cage

you always said i was your bird

i would sit on my perch and never be heard

you can clip my wings

and lock my beak

but would you pet me at least once a weak?

tell me my feathers are pretty

and im your favorite dove

feed me worms made out of love

would you keep me if i was a basset hound

one that didnt trainging but was always around

i wouldnt bark and i wouldnt shed

id use your dirty laundry as my bed

would you let me stay if i was a drum

you could beat me as i listened to you hum

would you let me stay if i was your favorite place to sit

id carry your wait and never want to quit

would you let me stay if you could put me in a picture frame

you could look at me and i’d always be the same

not like i am now… always different than what you expect

built with out a mind and impossible to define

would you let me stay if i was you

always saying things that are true

would you let me stay if i was a wax candle

one that didnt burn you and didnt come unmantled

because right now im all over the place

and i dont seem to fit

and the look on your face tells me that your ready to quit

making more space for me to stay.

but maybe i could live on the patio

and youd never have to know

that i always kept my ear to the door

listening to your live a one man war

maybe i could be a welcome mat

or your gray hat

or your iphone

or your flannel shirt

or your shadow

or maybe I should just leave.

Driving

You know I usually hate to be alone

When I’m alone I don’t really feel alive.

But sometimes, I just wanna find my keys, get in my car, and drive.

And so I did that ( Maybe I needed to feel a little less alive)

And I drove around in the town that I live.

And thought about why it is I’m here.

I drove around listening to music loud; with my windows cracks and my guard down.

And I didn’t mind waiting at red lights… because I wasn’t in a rush.

I guess that’s a sign.. that you aren’t really driven− just nervous.

And uh… I saw a cop… I intentionally drove 12 miles over the speed limit.

Just hoping he’d pull me over−

Cause I couldn’t wait to say what I wanted.

When he gave some smart as comment−

Like,

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”

I was gonna say the most honest thing I’ve said in weeks,

“Nowhere.”

I was picturing the puzzled look he’d have on his face−

Wondering why some girl would drive around at such a speed

When she had no one to meet,

Or uh no deadline to make.

Just driving and driving… and I couldn’t wait−

But that black and white cop car just drove right past…

And I wondered if I was invisible

Or he just didn’t care right now…

And I didn’t like that−

I wanted someone to be concerned that I was driving around

At 1 o clock in the morning… but he let me down−

You see I drove around with a cigarette in my mouth

And I don’t even smoke…

Just wanted to do some damage I guess

Just wanted myself to know−

That I need something different in my life…

Something that doesn’t make me want to drive in circles

That doesnt make me want to drive away.

2 comments:

  1. Apt 256 hits me in the face; you have real talent. Have you submitted some of these anywhere?

    I think it might be easier to process these poems if there were only one to a post, but that's just my opinion. It's good stuff.

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  2. One of my favorite poems is Nemesis by H.P Lovecraft. Knowing how you feel about space I thought you might enjoy this.

    Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
    Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
    I have lived o'er my lives without number,
    I have sounded all things with my sight;
    And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

    I have whirled with the earth at the dawning,
    When the sky was a vaporous flame;
    I have seen the dark universe yawning
    Where the black planets roll without aim,
    Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.

    I had drifted o'er seas without ending,
    Under sinister grey-clouded skies,
    That the many-forked lightning is rending,
    That resound with hysterical cries;
    With the moans of invisible daemons, that out of the green waters rise.

    I have plunged like a deer through the arches
    Of the hoary primordial grove,
    Where the oaks feel the presence that marches,
    And stalks on where no spirit dares rove,
    And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers through dead branches above.

    I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
    That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
    I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
    That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
    And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things, I care not to gaze on again.

    I have scanned the vast ivy-clad palace,
    I have trod its untenanted hall,
    Where the moon rising up from the valleys
    Shows the tapestried things on the wall;
    Strange figures discordantly woven, that I cannot endure to recall.

    I have peered from the casements in wonder
    At the mouldering meadows around,
    At the many-roofed village laid under
    The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
    And from rows of white urn-carven marble, I listen intently for sound.

    I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
    I have flown on the pinions of fear,
    Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages;
    Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
    And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.

    I was old when the pharaohs first mounted
    The jewel-decked throne by the Nile;
    I was old in those epochs uncounted
    When I, and I only, was vile;
    And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.

    Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
    And great is the reach of its doom;
    Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
    Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
    Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.

    Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
    Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
    I have lived o'er my lives without number,
    I have sounded all things with my sight;
    And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

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