Here are some things I've written. They're not great but I like them. I hope you do too.
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behind your eyes
underneath your smiles
are you thinking of me?
have you forgotten?
because when i was 1, 2
and you were 3, 4
5, 6 wasn't us so why did we care?
and then 1, 2 would
look to 3, 4
underneath his smile was a smile
and 3, 4 would see 1, 2.
was the miracle mile in his eyes
not enough?
now that 3, 4
is
5, 6
and as 3, 4, 5, 6
looks down to 1, 2
as he rates him
debates him
annihilates & hates him,
i know it wasn't.
Last Will & Testament
Unknown and unborn
Years ago I sat in the womb,
Waiting to explode.
Like a bomb, I
Lit the workd,
Some stared in awe as others
Ran for their lives.
I know, I know, I know
I've made mistakes
I've crossed some lines.
You know, he knows, they know
So has everyone else.
What did you expect?
Perfection,
Is the answer, all too often.
Why? Where would perfection
Take you? Far from true happiness.
I was happy.
I exploded, maiming trees,
An anthem of shilouetted paranoia.
Collapse.
I know, I know, I know
I can not make everyone happy.
I didn't expect to see everyone smile.
You know, She knows, They know
That even in knowing so,
I did try.
Perfection,
How unfortunaly impossible,
Is what so many expect, and
Thrive for.
Not me.
Collapse.
The explosion was barely significant.
Nobody was hurt, but they were still scared.
Like a bomb I
Lit the world,
And if that fire should burn out,
Know that I did try.
I did try.
Know that I did try.
13 Ways to Look at the Storm
I
Pause.
Think back.
Remember five years old,
When the wind could carry you away?
II
I sat, a blank gaze
Piercing my window.
I watched the pearls collide.
III
Pink this morning as a rough tide rolled in.
More orange now, I'd say,
As the evening calls it back out.
IV
A ship, stained with rum,
A flock of sleeping sailors,
Engulfed by
The ancient monster
Below it.
V
The wind is hungry to paint,
The sea it's canvas
"Devastation" hangs in the gallery
What's your inspiration, Mr. Magnificent?
VI
A crisp august evening.
Thousands ignore the warnings-
They'll float by morning.
VII
Gallons of salty chaos:
Mysterious, lyric, strong.
Prime real estate for thousands.
VIII
A ripple in an ocean so vast;
Waves crash, tearing
At the silence.
IX
A stream runs through the woods.
Where has this water been?
Did it once thrash in Bermuda?
It seems a hypocrit,
Running so peacefully.
X
The power of the storm
A hurricane, perhaps,
Dripping towards the coast,
Nothing less that Earth's revenge.
A nation holds it's breath.
XI
The passengers of lost flight 147,
Now praying and floating among peaceful waters,
Knew it wouldn't be long until
The sharks were at their feet.
XII
Odd, isn't it
History tells the tale and takes it's toll
Millions of casual casualties
Owe it to the storm
(The storm where water,
The one thing we need most,
Responds.)
XIII
Remember, now,
The wind that picked you up?
Our mother could kill us all in an instant.
Let's be kind to her.
Yesterday's Nightmare
i had a nightmare yesterday.
i finally woke up when i fell asleep that evening.
in the dream i found myself in a room.
no windows doors carpet exit.
just flourescent light and a bed where i sat, but never slept,
passing my time wasting my time
wishing and searching for a way out.
i never found one.
all the time alone
i was watched
each move noted
each breath recorded.
everyone in the world was
watching. noting. recording.
but everyone was wrong.
they recorded the wrong things!
i could sit and scream all day
and all they'd record was
a smile! a laugh! a joke!
all i wanted was for the
flourescents to burn out.
for a door to appear.
for everyone to close their god damn eyes.
for an escape. yeah. an escape would have been great.
but i wasn't stupid enough to get my hopes up.
i had a nightmare yesterday.
i finally woke up when i fell asleep that evening.
Faster Than Time
ticktock. ticktock.
will you please
take my hand?
run with me
faster than time?
we can make it.
ticktock ticktock.
can we ride
into the sun?
will you paint
without a canvas?
let yourself go.
ticktock. ticktock.
take my arm
never let go?
lead me home-
leave me undiscorvered?
we will escape.
ticktock. ticktock.
will you hold me as waves crash below?
as the salt water erodes our smiles?
can we kiss while the wind blows us away?
will you fly with me?
let's walk towards the moon.
this way the sun will never rise.
ticktock. ticktock.
With The Stars In My Palm
nine times
i woke up last night.
tossing and turning-
my eyes shone discomfort.
eight times
i fell back asleep.
and i slipped off the earth
forgetting everything.
(me,you,Vodka.
FUCKVodka.)
i held the stars in my palm.
eight times
the stars were ripped from my hand
as i awoke
swimming in the sheets. my sweat.
you sleeping soundly next to me.
yeah, you still had your stars.
you always would.
the ninth time
i woke up, still drunk,
i looked to you,
but you were gone.
shit. i guess that's what
i deserve.
(FUCKVodka.)
how could i sleep now?
the stars had all burnt out.
Among The Dust And The Love
our eyes locked
our fingers touched
i pulled you in.
we undressed our thoughts
and there, under the
plastic stars and ceiling fans
between the sheets of uncertainty,
among the dust, and the love
we found perfection.
i could smell your cologne in that moment
that could have, should have lasted
forever in that moment,
in which i could have lived
happily ever after, in that moment
we found ourselves and
eachother we discovered the truth.
and amont the dust and the love,
at least i had you.