1.24.2008

Gone

Smell of cigarettes

Of pure tobacco pipe

Of cologne and finery

Hear the music wafting

In the air so sweet

As he sings

Devil may care

Saying goodbye

To someone who means

Means something that I cannot

Label tag and define

The epitome of a hopeless romantic

An artistic soul

A friend

And yet as I pull away

I see nothing

not the road

The lines or lights

Just a blur

As tears fall and sobs commence

Perhaps he is more than that

A symbol for what I wish I was

Or wish I had

I wipe the tears

The mascara lines

And make a face

Of happiness

For the one which I love

Who is unsure of this

Who does not believe

in the unconditional

he can’t understand

that I can love someone else

if only as a friend

I suppose I’ll fake it

For the sake of security

And commitment

Hopeless romanticism

Bound within and kept quiet

Never let it out

Until I explode

Guess we’ll see what happens

Harsh realization pt. 2

Back when I thought I rocked
The world seemed so much brighter
Then I realized I have got to be
Simply the worst writer ever
And I think it makes it worse
Because I thought I was amazing
I thought to myself
This laureate isn't fucking anything
That's why he's famous
And I'm fucking nothing
All the shit that I thought had meaning
Is empty and childish and vague
I thought I could hold my own
With the Vikings, and Irish, and Rock stars
What was I thinking?

Harsh realization

Sitting here now

I’m so different

From the lies the pain

The girlish fantasies

I’ve gone without

I’ve held my own

Against the cold

The world at large

And now I know

That none of this shit

Is any good

And none of this shit

Even matters

I thought I was something

I’m horribly not

Not anything to be relished

Shit smeared walls

Cracked asphalt

A mirror thrown and fragmented

For no fucking purpose

They dissed on me for a reason

They told me the truth

And I was too naïve to see

It was just so simple

To say that the world was wrong

And I was right

Well now I know

The world is right

I am horrible

And my rhymery is out of tune

And my themes are skewed and broken

And my fucking pen and paper

Could be tossed without remorse

I’m nothing that I thought I was

Instead I’m fucking horrible

Let the game begin

Sun baked or freeze dried
Three chances in a whirlwind
Diamond cutouts of a truth
Hidden in shade and uniformity

Jarred and jumbled bass, I understand
High and low intensities from in front
Flailing limbs I'll never get
somehow they all do

White lines solidifying dirty green
memories Childhood and stand tall
Individual isolation in a crowd
Pig parts and shoes in bread
Fizz topped with a cap

Falling with control, such clumsy grace
Love, hate, pride, certain failure
Let the game begin

Stand

Dreaming of this life

I think it’s different

There should be a guitar

Or a avalanche of ideas

Some intellectual merit

Giving meaning to existence

At least meaning to ours

By and by we sit and think

Eternally falling and reborn

There instead lies electric misfortune

An intellect never expressed

Life unfulfilled and greased

Got to have more than that

After so long of simply

Being can’t there be a deepness

Ethereal, poetic or otherwise

Something to get me through

Turmoil in my mind

Uneasy whirlwind heartbeats

Dreaming of another life

Another place

The other road in the wood

Not the one I took

I am content where I stand

Yet long to be somewhere far

And there’s no one to catch me

If I choose to fall

Ground into dust

And there’s no one to support me

But myself and my ambitions

Empty notions of an empty mind

I keep this path I’m on

Close to the edge of happiness

Love, peace, and understanding

Insecurities are comforted

Nonsense put aside

True there isn’t deepness of my kin

But there’s so much more

Today at least, this is where I stand

Night and Day

Ebony blanket wrapping me so tight
feels velvety soft on scented skin
Drifting to sleep and waking
on the milky way, creamy embrace
Celestial goddess with glittered hair
Worshiped by few feared by many
Feel not lost in her bosom
Tremble not with her touch
for she is only as big
as you let her be, or as small

One needs only to cast away the fleece
and awake anew
to a turquoise smile
and tanned soles
A gentle smile in the breeze
Life like figures in a marble of green
and white and blue tossed
by ethereal winds and
ultimately within my palm

Defense Mechanisms

Where were these things

When I was younger

These defense mechanisms

Seem to ripen with age

What used to be

Such empty clutter

Now there are props

To a rather grandiose stage

Velvet curtains hid my

True intentions skewed

The fancy lighting

Seems to brighten beige

Which is my creativity

Lost to open sea

Raped of all its uses

Now I’m empty

Devoid of thought

Wrapped in ancient gothic cloth

So no one can ever see

How useless I’ve become

How scared and cast aside

My naivety has taken its toll

And I’m naked underneath it all

A scared little girl

Thrown out in the world

But given no means to survive

No wings do I have

To fly from this nest

So I must crawl instead

Thank god for illusions

I’ve cast mine well

Smoke and mirrors and such

Thick trimmings

And lighting and fancy technology

It’s new to me

Where were these things

When I was younger

These falsities

Seem to ripen with age