You're Not Here

Take a ride, take a ride with me,
And maybe at some point you'll see
That it doesn't matter where you go,
Everyone will just see you as a hoe.
They want to light your fuse,
Use and abuse,
Make you cringe and cry,
While they wave goodbye.
Is it just a business transaction?
Maybe someone should take action.
No, wait. Take a step back, I say to me.
Maybe this isn't where I should be.
Take a step back now and rewind.
Rewind 'til you lose your mind.
Just look.
Don't judge the book.
See it for its entirety,
Not your wished reality.

Another Lyrical Day, I Say

No longer, no longer
What you ask.
Strange steps...
Heels turned black
The cinders, the cinders
They light the path,
And the strange steps
Take us back take us back

Flow sweetly, hang heavy
You suddenly complete me.
You suddenly complete me.
Flow sweetly, hang heavy
You suddenly complete me.
You suddenly complete me.

No wonder, no wonder
Other half, strange steps
Heels turned black
The cinders, they splinter
And light the path
And these strange steps
Trace us back, trace us back.

Haha. Slacker.

Well, after having no creative thought what-so-ever for the past four or five days, I wrote a poem.
About zombies.

With a very uncanny appetite, the creatures moan and groan,
Wanting to devour squishy brains.
They roam.
Their stomachs churn and yearn
For that which they have yet to earn.
Slowly, they more towards their prey,
Trying to eat that brain that's gray.
Their rotting skin falls in flakes
With flesh their crazy hunger slakes.

Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 4

And, when he made a friend,
They made him ascend
To be in Salamander
With boys lackin' candor,
But they traded him because
Insubordinate he was!
Even though he made a draw,
No one cared at all.
To Rat, Ender went,
And he was utterly spent.

Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 3

Now cast aside from other boys,
This was an important ploy,
For Ender had to be alone.
Only games could be his home.
His favorite was The Giant's Drink.
It made everything be interlinked.
By showing his deepest fears
Of being Peter. It brought tears.
Ender just wanted to be nice,
But these boys were full of vice.

Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 2

Yet, when his monitor was gone,
He was left like a fawn.
No one could be his aid
In this intricate masquerade,
But he proved his crazy worth
And finally left home; Earth.
Bound for a place so cruel,
I'm sure they ate lotsa gruel.
The place was called Batteschool.
Oh, yeah, it had to be cool.

Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 1

Ender was an epic man.
No! A boy. Oh damn.
Only six years of age,
It was hard to gauge
If he'd be like Neo,
The one with no ego.
But, before he was a third
And often called a turd.
His parents were embarrassed
As if they were some terrorists.

Gr

Her beauty was hidden
Deep beneath her eyes
As if it were forbiden,
'Cause her body told such lies.

Deep beneath her eyes,
Compassion could be seen,
'Cuase her body told such lies.
Yet, none would intervene.

Games Aren't Tame

I never fool around with suicide.
Those people just don't like the ride.

Haggling

We've been doing this dance for a long, long while,
But that's okay. It seems to be our style.

When Here You Were Horribly Young

We don't really want each other?
To each, we're a constant bother?
It's an image in our heads
Created from our words and threads,
But they're just words. Nothing more.
So what's all this talking for?

BAM! Lol.

HE DOESN'T LOOK A THING LIKE JESUS. DAMN.
I've no words to rhyme with Jesus, man.
I'm runnin' outta shit to say
For this shitty ass day.
That's okay!
Nay,
Today,
I write about banana boats,
Cuz the other half of me said to.
So I write 'bout how they float,
Cuz I've got nothin' else to do!
And I wish I had a goat
To drown in a fuckin' moat.
Alright, this poem's dead.
"Thank god..." she said.

[Props to Blondie. 'nough said.]

It's A Lyrical Day

I'm sick of seeing you cry
And wasting all your time
On someone who will never care enough.
Does it make you feel loved?
Does it make you feel safe?
I would drop my life to take his place
To show you just how good
Being touched could be.
Commit these words to memory
For when you find yourself
Pinned under his demands,
I am still an option that you have.
So carry me around
Like a picture in your purse.
Pull me out when things are at their worst.
You can show up at my house
Completely unannounced.
We'll have that movie kiss we talked about
Where there are no words
Just a soft and gentle score.
Our ears will ring from all the strings.
We'll let the screen go black
And watch the credits run
And see the names of every one
Who we ever met
And who we ever missed.
Each one had a role in this.
It's just another film that won't get made.
I'm sick of seeing you cry.

Jack-Shit Todayyy

I can't help it I'm speakin' in rhyme.
It's just a good way to pass the time.
I see the beauty in this big mess
Of writing poems. Oh! What a test!
To pull forth words that we all use
We can make such a lovely muse.

Flowing

Rest In Peace is our mentality,
But really it RIPS our reality.

Tailored Hell

I'm so bruised and battered
And nothing really matters.
The snow's a pretty white,
Covering me from sight.
My body is shaking,
And frost is my taking.
This tailored Hell
Is something I made too well.

Don't Break A Pinky Promise. That Shit's Legit.

Promise is an interesting word and thing.
People make them as if they were a fling.
I made one here and there and everywhere
But only to the people that I had care
For. I wish we could have kept them.
But, somehow, we were condemned.
We joined reality and played their games.
We left our dreamworld to become tamed.
Part of me wished we had stayed there.
We should've just stayed in our lair.
Now, I'm looking back at us,
And I must confess
We're still a wonderful mess.

-

"Before I go, promise me one thing? You won't ever get completely sick of me... nor will you ever truly hate me... for anything? That... when you want out, you won't fuck me over...?"
"I promise if you promise the same thing."
"I promise. I love you...And I'd never do that."
"I promise."

The Cat Meowed

I'm writing this fucking poem, because
I promised to my dad I would. So I pause
My reality to write an epic poem I never
Read in class, since it never, ever
Got written. And it never will. Fuck
The cat. He's full of bad luck.

S P A C E

Today, I was scared
Of space. I stared
At the lack of it.
I threw a fit.
In the dark, I cried,
Wanting to go hide.
He wanted me to crawl
In, since I was small.
But I just freaked out
And began to shout.
I was with confusion
From my own illusion.

Maybe, Baby.

Today my phone broke, and I had a divorce.
I guess I'll just let things run their course.
Today I got drunk, and I threw a fit.
I guess I'll just pretend I don't hit.
Today I was alone, and I felt it to be home.
I guess I'll just forget and be on loan.
Today I went to bed, and I felt for your hand, dear.
I guess I'll just regret not having you near.
Today I wrote a poem, and I wrote it for you.
I guess I'll just agree that what she said was true,
Which was, "Maybe because deep down she is lovable."
Then, why does she seem so goddamned untouchable?

Her Space

I'm picking up the phone and putting down this pen
To let you know I'm writing you again.
But it's not the same. The names have all changed,
And my best friend and ex-girlfriend aren't to blame.
I did this myself. It's a sick cry for help,
But it doesn't mean the situation's clean.

And you don't know me
But you owe me
A little time
To find some piece of mind





It's such a shame that the blame has somehow shifted to you.
We're both aware through the years that I've been messed up too,
And I shouldn't talk. I should stop. I'm digging deeper holes.
It just feels strange that I sing songs for another girl.

-

[Lyrics from Her Space Holiday - My Girlfriend's Boyfriend]

I Look So Rad

Plaid is one of my obsessions.
I admit this without question.

Precisely Purple

I bought a bracelet for
You.
It's my favorite color.
Do you know what that is?
Magenta, Lime Green, Navy Blue.
None of these are true.
It's purple.
Precisely so.
I wonder, did I tell you
Before I had to go?
I really don't know.
All I remember is
Your constant calling me of
Miss.

[ALL CREDZ TO SORCHA!]

Never Guaranteed

There's nothing for me to say.
I mean, all we've got is today.

Withdrawal

I hate to admit it,
But I can't overcome this shit.
You're manipulative.
You're demanding.
Ugh, and never understanding.
You're beyond high maintenance.
You're self absorbed.
You're cunning.
You're smart.
I often wonder where's your heart?
But underneath all this,
There's something people miss.
You're terribly scarred
And insecure
And always unsure
And afraid
And nonchalant about living
I'm sure you're fed up with giving,
But I'm here,
Not there,
Not anywhere.
I'm here,
Because you want me to be.
And soon, you'll be done with me.
But I love you just the same
As if we weren't playing some game.

Drink, Drank, Drunk

Drinking is something I love and do.
No, it's more than that, my friend.
It's a sick addiction to keep my mind off you.

Bad Luck

I heard a couple stories today.
Both were full of sadness and pain.
The first was about a child,
Whose spirit was quite wild.
Yet, somehow...
Something happened to her.
A stroke; a spinal one.
God, she was only seven.
Isn't that the age of heaven?
Where innocence is an all time high
While parents just smile and sigh?
Speaking of parents, I know a daddy
Who's big and strong and tall,
But something took that all.
Around here, we call it Black Lung.
It makes men wish they'd been hung.
Slow and painful is its game,
Leaving loved ones to watch
Their withering remains.
It's an emotional roller coaster that no one's prepared to ride,
But all any of us can do is just be by their side.

Secrets

A symbol is something a loved pair
Always shares.

Go Figure

You said eyes that are blue
Are beautiful. This is new.
I wish it were true
That my eyes were that hue.

Vicious Cycle

I sighed again as we left our home.
I was like a dog, and it was my bone.

Family and friends faded from view.
No, no, I didn't want to be like you.

Someone who runs from their life,
Who cuts family with a wordy knife.

No, I would break free
And be a person called...me.

Isolation

To be insecure is a constant in my world,
It makes my anger become unfurled.

When someone touches me,
I can't help but want to flee.

I feel I don't deserve to be,
But of course this I only see.

I blush and I look away,
So few have been able to stay.

I block them all out,
While inside I shout.

Anti Semitic Poem

Ignorant Redneck trash,
Just want things to go smash.
Tie wearin’ whores for cash,
Cause the market to crash.
Brainiacs with a huge ego,
Should go drown in vigo.
The snobby, bimbo blondes
Should drown too; in ponds.
The dweebs and the geeks
Wish they weren’t freaks.
The homosexuals are crazy as hell,
And isn’t that just fucking swell?
The whites, blacks, and spics
Are full of nasty tricks.
Asians, too, are the best at it all?
Hah, they’re so freakin’ small.
Oh, and the Christians and Jews
Are full of excuses and abuse!
Did I mention the Mormons yet?
They have more than one womanly pet.
Speaking of women, they’re such a bother!
It’s probably because of their father.
But men are worse in my mind.
They can be so blind and unkind.
But not I,
I see all with an equal eye.

Worm

I'm a thought in the recess of your mind.
I creep and I crawl,
And I'm very sublime.

Mercury

There was nothing could be done,
Save for making me numb.
I was enthralled, yet appalled
With all her personal flaws.
Her beauty was hidden
As if it were forbidden,
So malleable and cool.
A hidden poison; a tool.

Blah

I don't have much to say
About my life today.

In fact, it was terrible
Almost unbearable.

This Was Difficult

I Wrote This All For You
Wrote About War Peace Hate Love
This War Dies Just Has Others
All Peace Just Now Taken Way
For Hate Has Taken Me More
You Love Others Way More Dear

Screw You, Boohoo

There once was a girl I knew.
She made me feel quite blue.
She'd sing to me on the phone
And spoke in a nice, loving tone.

Her hair was cute and short,
But her mind was like a fort.
Her body was tall and thin.
Oh, man, I needed some gin.

See, her beauty was like a bite.
Oh, but it didn't start our fights.
We argued about everything!
From me to all her flings.

But I love her. It's true.
Us? We were like glue.
But I went away,
And she couldn't stay.

Why'd I have to cry?
Over some new, stupid guy?
Dammit, she was mine!
Fuck no, I wasn't fine.

I kinda tried to accept it,
But I wanted to throw a fit.
I mean, what was I to do?
I wanted to go cry boohoo.

I had to grow up and see
That it wasn't meant to be.
It hurt. No lie,
But I had to say goodbye.

A Moment

Love, I want to see you,
But I know I'll be blue.
See, our love has gone
Like a beautiful dawn.

My Turn

Do you know what I think?
It makes me wanna drink.

I see you with your lil' boys.
They don't even know they're toys.

Oh, but I see. I see how you act,
How you attract, impact, react,

How you run through the mazes,
How you go through these phases.

This is just another one.
Soon, I'll hope you're done,

Because I need my turn.
This is something I yearn.

It's All About AP Clit

My senior year was the beginning of it all.
I never knew Oneil would be my poetic fall.

Well, no. I lie. It was more like my rise.
You see, I hated it all. I thought it my demise.

But, oh! How I was wrong, for three people showed me
How I could write poetry with such crazy glee!

Kassie, Weng, and Oneil were full of poetic thought.
My god, and I just thought I was not.

There was this concept that Oneil had made.
Poetry Friday. God, it was like getting laid.

We wrote like mad men with crazy rhyme
Just to pass all the boring class time.

Man, it was a shit ton of fun,
But some just wanted a gun.

I think it's an acquired taste
To write poetry with such haste.

Through the year, though, I didn't write much,
Because, Jesus Christ, I felt this rush.

Plus, I wanted to be the best,
And that's just the test.

See, poetry isn't about all that shit.
It's about sayin' your damned two bits.

What can you do with our language in meter?
Or maybe you like poetry in a theater?

Regardless, it's everywhere.
It adds a certain flare.

But now, I've made it to the end
And made so many new friends.

I won't forget them or any day
When poetry reigned. I'll say,

"Were you here when Jack read Twat?
I mean, damn, it was pretty hot."

It's Goodbye, You Sigh

You're a million feet tall,
And don't think you're adorable at all.

Your handwriting's the worst, my dear,
But I, myself, read it oh so clear.

Oh well, I still love you, no doubt.
I just can't do without

Your voice, your love
It's something I think of

Often. Yes, often. A lot.
It's terrible. We fought.

But still, I love you.
I hope you'll say, "I do."

Yet, for now, I have to say adieu.

Things I Should Do

I wanna leave this town,
Go out in the world and drown.

I wanna forget all this shit,
Throw up my hands and just quit.

I wanna run from all my fears,
So maybe I can stop the tears.

I wanna erase this whole situation,
Since it's my cause of frustration.

I wanna forget I ever knew you,
'Cause it all makes me so blue.

I wanna hug you and kiss you and say,
Hey, love, I missed you today.

I want my dream to come true,
But that's hard without you.

Path To Mars

I promised to spread your ashes
Across the surface of Mars.
The promise came back in flashes,
For I saw nothing but stars.

They were blinding as light,
And my vision faded out.
This didn't cause me fright.
Yet, I know it's me you doubt.

I have an ability to see reality.
I see every branch and path.
I am what you call an abnormality.
I see all this calculated math.

But see, here's what you miss
Every path is the right one.
Each of them contain bliss,
But this is already done.

Whatever choice you make,
Is not what you wish to do.
Or is it? Here, you wake
And see what is true.

Dreams And Their Schemes

Are dreams what we strive for each and every night?
Are these ideas what make us wait? What give us our hope?
Or are they things that cause us to lose sight
Or forget how to funcion. Is this just how we cope?

Without them, what are we? Are we anything at all?
Without them, do we fall? Do we cease to exist?
I'd like to know if dreams are worth it, no matter how small.
I'd like to know if we need them. They're something I've missed.

Do you ever wonder, if you hadn't made that choice,
Do you think you'd be here? Or somewhere over there?
Would the woman you love have ever heard your voice?
Would the words you say now mean anything to that pair?

How many branches of life do we close off to ourselves,
How many opportunities do we miss and not see?
By making a choice, we put all those on shelves,
But this is what makes us all so free.

Love You, Miss You, Need You, Want You

I'm sad our date was cut short today.
Later, will you hear what I have to say?

"LMNW, my dear. Don't you remember?"
And you'll tell me, "Only an ember

Of what we had remains and even that
Will be gone is where I see us at."

And after my typical spazz of confusion,
I'll realize that our love is an illusion.

Next time, I'll say, "LMW, my dear."
And you'll notice there's no need here.

Will it upset you? Will you care?
I hope not, because I find it pretty fair.

Fed Up With This Stuff

What sucks about people all around?
Is it something that can be found?

They always have some kind of angle.
Some have a carrot that they dangle.

Others do more sinister things
Like hang you from strings.

I don't understand why they do it.
Can't they be honest, those shits?!

I hate guessing at their silly games.
Do they hope it'll bring them fame?

Of course! They wanna rise to the top,
But why can't they stop?!

They act like little machines in life,
Going through constant strife.

They're lives are so crappy
And won't ever be happy.

So how do you find those you can trust?
I'm not sure. It's hard for me to adjust

To looking for all the clues
That allow me to choose

If I want these fuckos near,
Or want them all outta here.

You Put Me In Reverse

"I'll never have a letter coming from you
Longer than a paragraph or two."

Was what she said to me.
I admit, I really disagree,

Because though I did depart,
Every day she had my heart.

She snuck inside my dreams and
It was something I couldn't stand.

I missed her. What can I say?
I still do to this damn day.

But sometimes we lose ourselves.
We have to put some people on shelves,

Come back to them later when it seems right,
'Cause we can be scared of what's in our line of sight.

And, I think that's why she had this to say.
But I wrote letters nearly every day.

Yet, never sent them 'cause of fear.
I guess it killed what happened here.

Harts, Stars, and Horeshoez

Heh and smileys and hearts and allusions
Are what bring me to this conclusion.

That this is something that cannot be said,
Nor mentioned for we'll both be dead.

It's a way to keep one or both going,
To keep our lives and reality flowing.

There can be I love you's and sighs,
But neither can say their goodbyes.

Dmamit, Jeffy Poo, I Wrote This For You!

I love to wear plaid,
And I think I'm pretty rad.

I dance provocatively around my friends.
And I don't give a damn about stupid trends.

I walk sideways up stairs
And get nothing but glares.

I sing aloud to my favorite songs,
And I attack people with thongs.

I'm spontaneously crazy,
And did I mention? I'm lazy.

I finish homework last minute,
And it really pushes me to the limit.

I'm a psychopathic pervert,
And the world's biggest flirt.

I have a passion for writing,
And sometimes it's exciting!

I dress like a boy,
And I like this dog named Oy.

But all in all, I'm just a badass wizard
Who loves this guy named Eddie Izzard.