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Epilogue

This story's over, My life's end is near, I can't believe fate, has already brought me here. So pack up your bags, and let's head out of town, let's put out the fire, and lets make lovers frown. And this story's over, I'll say it again, and now that you're leaving, I'll tell you how it began... It was not long ago, when things took their turn, Oh for the happy life, oh how I yearned. You met me, When I did too, And found a side of me, I never knew. You've made me toss and turn, for days at a time, and make me feel under the weather, covered in grime. Oh how I wished, there was yet a day, When all of my pains, would go away.

Feelings

Forethought without thinking Everyone's love or hate Enticing but destructive all at once Losing your feelings is losing what matters It takes a special someone to make you feel perfect Nobody doesn't have feelings Greatest way to announce the human specialties

Pathetic.

Your smile warms my heart, and opens my eyes, Your lips so tart, but hold back the lies. Your smile looks so cute, and your body could get you any other guy, but your my loot, and i try not to question why. You smile embraces my love, and your face never gets blusher. Your body and mine, resting like doves, resting on the water.

Drowned.

Hard to breathe. Can't reach the surface, Dying from all this pressure, bubbles come up as i gasp out for air, and i stroke towards the top, to break free of your grip, but I'm stuck underwater, and I'm under your whip.

I think we're good.

I think we're good. I think I know what I'm doing. I think i know how to lead my life, but I have a teenager leading his better. I think I have all the answers. I think I'll have a beer. I think I understand what it takes, to stay alive in this year, I think I want to be country, I think I want a f250, I think I want to have my wife leave me, and sing songs about it, wouldn't that be nifty? I think you understand, i wrote this about another. I think you understand, that this individual is hated. I think you understand, that this poem is outdated. I think I should have wrote this, When things got at it's worst, But no one intervened, No one stopped this curse.

A slice of heaven

We part for the day, Head our seperate ways, on more kiss, then i lay, at home trying to, meet with you tonight, give my evening some love, and some light. But people disapprove, they say no and then move on to other things, those selfish beings, can't they see, that I need you and me, together, I keep pushing the topic, peoples feelings explode, and I beg just to go, but everyone's stuck, in their own little world, so I shut up, find myself in the corner, curled. Twirled and whirled my feelings are kept, Our dispersion will last forever, so I claimed as i wept.

What I have Done (Formatted)

lost my thoughts in the past, claimed waste to the wasted, destroyed the destroyer of my hopes and dreams, fought to keep my heart from being ripped out at the seams. Fought with fighters and lit the lighters to light my future, obliterated the oblivious from my life, cut into a wrist with a knife, yearned for the yearning, learned from the learning, rushed the rushing, and stopped my blood from gushing

My last Rhyme

Sick and tired, living a life of crime, stick to myself, left out all the time, drop the jaw, and maybe someday you'll see take some time, learn what its like to be me. You'd hear some talk, from all the little posers, Walk the walk, away from the brown nosers, Speak your mind, for the true last time now, and drop a rhyme, my last rhyme now. Face to heat, To understand the pressure, Watch the others, throwing out their sick gestures, Repent for the fallen, and save those right beside you, But your all alone, with no one there to guide you.

The perfect day

Lost in thought, On the branch of an Oak, that climbs high from the dirt. From here you can hear the ocean, the tides toss and turn, Sitting next to my girl, how my love for her yearns. My love for her starts, and sparks all my fun, we sit and cuddle, 'till we lose sight of the sun.

What I Have Done.

lost my thoughts in the past, claimed waste to the wasted, destroyed the destroyer of my hopes and dreams, fought to keep my heart from being ripped out at the seams. Fought with fighters and lit the lighters to light my future, obliterated the oblivious from my life, cut into a wrist with a knife, yearned for the yearning, learned from the learning, rushed the rushing, and stopped my blood from gushing