I'd heard to never give a girl a poem
I chose to ignore the advice
And I have the bruises to show for it
All the pretty words
Joined, they make such pretty pictures
I had them
Now they're gone, daddy
I'll never give another word away
Friday, January 21, 2011
"Grip"
I'm not waiting all night to tell you what you don't want to hear.
You don't have love for me.
You don't even have respect.
You gave me no time.
You give me no time.
No room to breathe.
You squeeze me when the air is already gone from my lungs.
Now they are empty and can't refill.
And as I twist in your coils,
This is not easy.
Did you think that it would be?
You don't have love for me.
You don't even have respect.
You gave me no time.
You give me no time.
No room to breathe.
You squeeze me when the air is already gone from my lungs.
Now they are empty and can't refill.
And as I twist in your coils,
This is not easy.
Did you think that it would be?
"Torch"
Took a little damage
Took a few hits
Time heals, but it's a slow bandage
It's a weak salve
Been down to that well
One time too many
The water down there
Is bad water
Took a few hits
Time heals, but it's a slow bandage
It's a weak salve
Been down to that well
One time too many
The water down there
Is bad water
"Love Poem"
I hate you.
I can finally say it
And not feel guilty.
You hurt me.
You broke me.
You ripped me.
You tore me.
You did it all, girl,
And then you replaced me.
That was the biggest insult of all.
So, I hate you.
(And you're so vain,
You probably think this poem
Is about you.)
I can finally say it
And not feel guilty.
You hurt me.
You broke me.
You ripped me.
You tore me.
You did it all, girl,
And then you replaced me.
That was the biggest insult of all.
So, I hate you.
(And you're so vain,
You probably think this poem
Is about you.)
"Red"
amazing the power of one so small
to invade my loud and my quiet moments
amazing the power of a delicate red-haired girl
to drive me to distraction
to invade my loud and my quiet moments
amazing the power of a delicate red-haired girl
to drive me to distraction
"Forgetting the 16th"
I almost answered
Almost took the bait
You clever thing
I almost gave you something
Besides silence to drown yourself in
Once upon a time
I will straighten myself out
Almost took the bait
You clever thing
I almost gave you something
Besides silence to drown yourself in
Once upon a time
I will straighten myself out
"Sometimes"
You hexed me, baby.
You told me that every time I heard that song
I'd think about you.
Well, your little curse is working.
Still, I love that song,
And at least the thoughts are happy, mostly.
And I rarely ever miss you anymore,
So things are pretty much OK.
And, anyway, what a great song.
You told me that every time I heard that song
I'd think about you.
Well, your little curse is working.
Still, I love that song,
And at least the thoughts are happy, mostly.
And I rarely ever miss you anymore,
So things are pretty much OK.
And, anyway, what a great song.
"Closing"
A little time
Between me
And the crimes we've committed
One against the other
It's dulled a bit
Of course it's dulled
Everything does with time
And I still think about you
You know
But less and less
With the passing time
Goodbye
Between me
And the crimes we've committed
One against the other
It's dulled a bit
Of course it's dulled
Everything does with time
And I still think about you
You know
But less and less
With the passing time
Goodbye
"Follow Up"
Just a note
For our dying day
I thought it out
I wrote it
(Believe it or not)
Now let's see if I mail it
Five to one, against
If I were a betting man
For our dying day
I thought it out
I wrote it
(Believe it or not)
Now let's see if I mail it
Five to one, against
If I were a betting man
"Riptide"
The force of this tide alarms me.
I didn't know they could get this strong
Or that waves could be so tall.
I underestimated what I should have known.
I should have known better,
And now I'm in trouble.
I'm in deep, deep water.
I'm spitting out mouthfuls of the stuff,
And trying with all I've got
To stay afloat.
Just a while longer,
Until you change your mind or someone else happens by.
Just a while longer...
Just a while...
I didn't know they could get this strong
Or that waves could be so tall.
I underestimated what I should have known.
I should have known better,
And now I'm in trouble.
I'm in deep, deep water.
I'm spitting out mouthfuls of the stuff,
And trying with all I've got
To stay afloat.
Just a while longer,
Until you change your mind or someone else happens by.
Just a while longer...
Just a while...
"Daylight Savings Time"
Just this time yesterday
It was an hour earlier.
In here it's warm.
Warm, dark and quiet
Like a bedroom should be.
Only it's not a bedroom
And I'm not in bed,
And for some reason, I'm a little sad.
Tomorrow is on its way,
And I hope I have what it takes.
I'm adjusting to being tired,
But being lonely is tougher.
And I just ran out of cigarettes,
But there's a fresh pot of coffee.
Sun's coming up - faint, but I can see it.
So Happy Easter.
Happy Just Another Day.
Think I might just go to sleep.
It was an hour earlier.
In here it's warm.
Warm, dark and quiet
Like a bedroom should be.
Only it's not a bedroom
And I'm not in bed,
And for some reason, I'm a little sad.
Tomorrow is on its way,
And I hope I have what it takes.
I'm adjusting to being tired,
But being lonely is tougher.
And I just ran out of cigarettes,
But there's a fresh pot of coffee.
Sun's coming up - faint, but I can see it.
So Happy Easter.
Happy Just Another Day.
Think I might just go to sleep.
"Untitled III"
She said, "Don't some people do this sort of thing as a method of mind control?"
Ummm....
"Yeah," she said. "It renders the subject more receptive to suggestion."
Uhhh...
"From what I've heard, it's really pretty effective, too."
Oh.
"Go to bed," she said.
Ummm....
"Yeah," she said. "It renders the subject more receptive to suggestion."
Uhhh...
"From what I've heard, it's really pretty effective, too."
Oh.
"Go to bed," she said.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
"48 Hours"
atthismomentidobelievethaticouldcry
iamsotiredthatallofmythoughtsare
runningintoonesicksloppyjumble
amessofnonsenseandabuzzinginmyears
iamafraidthatifiweretolaymyheaddowniwouldsleep
fordaysinfactimightneverwakeupandrightnow
that would be just fine.
iamsotiredthatallofmythoughtsare
runningintoonesicksloppyjumble
amessofnonsenseandabuzzinginmyears
iamafraidthatifiweretolaymyheaddowniwouldsleep
fordaysinfactimightneverwakeupandrightnow
that would be just fine.
"Breakfast Of Champions"
This morning,
Like many to come,
The alarm clock will scream at 6:45.
I won't roll out of bed for another hour and a half.
I'll just listen to it scream.
I will burn my toast.
I will spill the milk and cry.
I will hate my face,
And then I will go to work.
Fuck.
Like many to come,
The alarm clock will scream at 6:45.
I won't roll out of bed for another hour and a half.
I'll just listen to it scream.
I will burn my toast.
I will spill the milk and cry.
I will hate my face,
And then I will go to work.
Fuck.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
"Slide"
Can't even curse satisfactorily
I wonder how to top a sentiment
A phrase that sums it all up so cleanly
Can't top genius without using your own genius
Think I might give up
I wonder how to top a sentiment
A phrase that sums it all up so cleanly
Can't top genius without using your own genius
Think I might give up
"On Working At The Newspaper"
You knew it wouldn't last
Couldn't
You knew it would fall apart
It always does
What starts good ends bad
But on the other hand,
What start bad ends bad, too
Everyone but you makes a difference
I quit
Couldn't
You knew it would fall apart
It always does
What starts good ends bad
But on the other hand,
What start bad ends bad, too
Everyone but you makes a difference
I quit
"Opening Night"
Such conflicting emotions
You're a star now
See your face, star
I'm proud of you
But wow, I'm sad today
And I miss you
I know you think I hate you
(Part of me does)
But mostly I'm just sad
To have reached the end and passed it
With no ceremony to mark the occasion
Break a leg
You're a star now
See your face, star
I'm proud of you
But wow, I'm sad today
And I miss you
I know you think I hate you
(Part of me does)
But mostly I'm just sad
To have reached the end and passed it
With no ceremony to mark the occasion
Break a leg
"15 Steps"
Amazing to me, amazing
The little things
How they can tear into you
Chip - scrape - gnaw away at you
Pretty soon nothing's left
Fifteen steps
One little word: "Maybe"
You could have acted interested
Amazing to me, amazing
These things seem so small
These things mean everything
Fifteen steps mean the world
The little things
How they can tear into you
Chip - scrape - gnaw away at you
Pretty soon nothing's left
Fifteen steps
One little word: "Maybe"
You could have acted interested
Amazing to me, amazing
These things seem so small
These things mean everything
Fifteen steps mean the world
"Cleanup From Hurricane ____ Continues At This Hour"
If or when you change your mind
Wake up feeling wrong
Suddenly realize that I am gone
That you are alone
That you let slip a piece of fire
From the palm of your hand
If or when you come to
And knowledge crashes rudely in
(And I hope it does)
If or when it happens
I don't care to know
Wake up feeling wrong
Suddenly realize that I am gone
That you are alone
That you let slip a piece of fire
From the palm of your hand
If or when you come to
And knowledge crashes rudely in
(And I hope it does)
If or when it happens
I don't care to know
"Poem For ____"
Let it be marked on my grave
Let it be scratched on my veins
That you always had my number.
Let it be scratched on my veins
That you always had my number.
"Cold Day, Today"
Spend my dumb, dead day
Writing stupid poems
No one will ever read,
For a girl who doesn't care.
Pick
Up
The
Phone.
At least I'm writing again.
I'll chase these clouds away.
Tomorrow. Someday...
Writing stupid poems
No one will ever read,
For a girl who doesn't care.
Pick
Up
The
Phone.
At least I'm writing again.
I'll chase these clouds away.
Tomorrow. Someday...
"Corner Of A Building, Sky Behind (Faith)"
He felt despair
Nameless despair.
Like a poisonous gas - no color, no odor,
Filling his lungs and making breath impossible.
He made ready his life for emptiness.
He made ready his heart for sadness.
He made ready his soul for meaninglessness.
He stood at the curb and looked up at the corner of a building
And at the sky beyond it.
This small thing was lovely to him
And peaceful in a strange way that he could not name,
And he felt the hand of God.
He thought to himself, "How weak I am.
How feeble I am and small
To allow myself to be beaten by these trials."
He resolved in his heart and in his head to make a new beginning.
He gathered himself for a leap of faith.
He wondered to himself at the ease with which man denies the everlasting,
The divine.
It's harder to hold these things close.
To accept without proof,
To believe without full understanding.
To do these things is difficult.
But these things - acceptance, belief, faith
Aren't they the fingerprint of God?
These things that are higher and purer and more mysterious
Than our greatest and our best hopes?
And he whispered a prayer.
And the prayer was "Thank You."
Nameless despair.
Like a poisonous gas - no color, no odor,
Filling his lungs and making breath impossible.
He made ready his life for emptiness.
He made ready his heart for sadness.
He made ready his soul for meaninglessness.
He stood at the curb and looked up at the corner of a building
And at the sky beyond it.
This small thing was lovely to him
And peaceful in a strange way that he could not name,
And he felt the hand of God.
He thought to himself, "How weak I am.
How feeble I am and small
To allow myself to be beaten by these trials."
He resolved in his heart and in his head to make a new beginning.
He gathered himself for a leap of faith.
He wondered to himself at the ease with which man denies the everlasting,
The divine.
It's harder to hold these things close.
To accept without proof,
To believe without full understanding.
To do these things is difficult.
But these things - acceptance, belief, faith
Aren't they the fingerprint of God?
These things that are higher and purer and more mysterious
Than our greatest and our best hopes?
And he whispered a prayer.
And the prayer was "Thank You."
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
To The Kid In The Back Of The Room
Look at you, kid.
Captain Cynical
King Smirk
Aren't you just shit hot and superbad?
Too cool for the room.
Too cool for the world.
The
Rain
Drops
Don't even hit your head.
So cool.
So cool.
You know.
What can I tell you that you don't already know?
Yeah I've been where you still have to go.
So what?
You're the king.
Someday you'll find out the truth.
Captain Cynical
King Smirk
Aren't you just shit hot and superbad?
Too cool for the room.
Too cool for the world.
The
Rain
Drops
Don't even hit your head.
So cool.
So cool.
You know.
What can I tell you that you don't already know?
Yeah I've been where you still have to go.
So what?
You're the king.
Someday you'll find out the truth.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
"Untitled"
I am not in a good mood
Too many chiefs pushing their weight around.
Too many people who think they have it all over me.
Worst part is that they do.
They have no power I didn’t give them,
But isn’t that the problem?
I’ve given it all away.
I hate this place.
The air is toxic.
It is an engine run on hate
Suspicion,
Paranoia.
The house prefers it this way.
The house prefers the rigged game.
The fixes, the sure things.
The three-card monteys,
Watch the lady, where’s the lady?
But instead of losing twenty dollars
I’m letting these fools cheat me out of my life
Minutes and hours and days at a time.
I’m looking for a way out.
Also, right now I would drill a hole in my skull
To stop the buzzing in my head.
And that isn’t helping anything.
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