An Early Morning Poem

Sometimes i get the feeling
and i am thankful for that
it lets me know i am capable
of feeling your hand on my back
and i know our love is growing
the same a way that a balloon grows
after every breath that i take
but without the limits we might compose
this poem is structured
not just a waste of time rant
it's supposed to make you feel good
instead of reminding you of what i can't
do or say to make myself happy
because only you can do that
but don't get me wrong, darling
i'm not dependant on your flattery
but i still feel guilty
even though i've done nothing wrong
except wrote a few poems
and sang an off-key boring kind of song
but this does not mean anything
like the way i might look depressed
i don't think that it's enough
to get our selves all stressed
my mind and my heart
they're both on you now
because i'm tired of thinking of me
and all the old ways how
i used to make you feel like shit
it's running me down
but you lifted me up
right off of the ground
# Posted on Monday, 19 November 2007 at 11:56 AM

To Be Happy

this poem started with an idea
and it ends in a sudden self realization
that i am not a poet
even though i want to be
just because i write poems every day
does not make me poet
it's how i want everyone to see me
but i can't portray my life
through written word
or spoken, or sang, or any other form
of expression that the charter garuntees
i have only spent 10 minutes on that poem
and i have already given up
but my body is too weak to keep this up
so i need my rest
there is no point on staying up
so i can write that garbage
that will probably never be recycled
just crushed like my dream...
i can't afford to have too many
so i have only one
to be happy
# Posted on Monday, 19 November 2007 at 11:34 AM
Edited on Monday, 19 November 2007 at 12:02 PM

Sleep Easy

i'm alone again
and where i used to be sensitive
is where you are now
i must have retreated
into my own despair
i guess we switched places
i guessd that you're mad
but i can't help myself
because it's just how i get
when i am alone
there is no reason for this
chaotic novel we are writing
full of tiny chapters
with no introductions
for our moods or feelings
and my eyes are watering
the plants underneath my feet
but i can't tell
if it's because i'm alone
or because i am dead
and the moisture is leaving me
i'm drying up
turning into a corpse
i will be alone in my coffin
i'll leave you alone
so you can breathe
and sleep easy tonight
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# Posted on Monday, 19 November 2007 at 11:28 AM

Dead But Still Breathing

This is a poem
For all the depressed kids
that realize that life is fucked up
and it's almost not worth living
but all these kids
are turning into zombies
eating eachother
and spreading the disease
they are all scared
just like me
we are growing too fast
like an uncontrolable weed
in the perfect garden
that our parents tried to raise
but me and these kids
we are blind
stepping out in to the street
cars pass by so secretley
like the hatred we have for eachother
things pass by
and we might feel it
but we will never see
and our hands are blistered
our backs are cracking
our feet are bleeding
and our heads are collapsing
we are dead but still breathing
being pushed like cattle
into a world that's too big
for kids like us
# Posted on Wednesday, 07 November 2007 at 1:32 AM

Finished But Not Completed

there is a noise
in the back of my head
just behind my ear
and it chases out all my thoughts
it is not the noise of loneliness
that is most often rooted in my brain
but it's a different type of sadness
that makes my sister cry
but i know that life is fucked
and this is not the first time
that i have been left mindless
like a zombie
who cannot read or write
his own thoughts
let alone poetry
it is the sound of the past
repeating it's self
killing everyone in it's path
so that it may find a way
to move on
away from this house
because we are done
finished but not completed
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# Posted on Wednesday, 07 November 2007 at 1:26 AM

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