i know its probably the weirdest thing
you've ever heard of in your life, but
this man so smart and so attractive,
it hurts. he knows about Star Trek and
hes a bibliophile and he drink green tea
for fucking fun. thats fucking amazing.
he served in the Coast Guard for 20+
years and he has nine children.
he has double major in Physics and
Education. i just really want to kiss him
so hard and feel his facial hair just rubbing
on my cheek and with his really nice hands
all up in my hair and maybe i better stop
because im in school and this sexual
frustration is killing me. dammit.
sweet, sweet boy
i've seen you a-sittin' there
waiting for that older girl
with those bright eyes
and kind smile.
now southern boy
dont you drop a penny
cause she's a rich girl with class
and yer not gettin' her chastity
and yer not takin' her money
cause yer a proud son of an ass
and broken boy
why you still not takin' no bandages?
cause yer stubbornness is breakin' er
when yer the one who's bleedin'
oh, i can see it all repeatin'
what you dont know is she loves you
and yer in love too
but all this time you been thinking its sympathy
got this idea that you mean nothing to nobody
boy it's hurtin' er
it's hurtin me
cause baby boy
i see you as my own
im a-thinkin' you need to take a stand
she might be a stunner
only one who don take you as a sinner
but youve been forgettin'
that though shes a fine woman
y'always been a real good man
seen you cryin' tears
shes paradin' round
with a polished fella'
but why you aint been askin' her
"whens the weddin'"
when you think its comin'
honey, no girl in love
shows up at some lib'ary
when theres a man who orders sherry
im a-sure you feel
but you don see it
and sure as nothin' do you believe it
waitin', waitin' boy
how long you gon be sittin' there
that girl gave you time
but you didnt use it
and now im crying'
i can tell theres still love
but shes been takin'
and now yer a drunk
lost, lost boy
im a-beggin' here
cause i know its not her fault
and she thinks it was
and now we both afraid
cause you not even tryin' a-hide it
but yer becomin' yer father
and he was filled with hate
hes a gone, gone boy
im a sinner with a prayer
that her husband dies
an he drops the liquor
and they both survive
but, hes an old, old man
i cant hold a god damn cigarette and i dont need to either.
my best friend choked when she smoked in front of me
and i dont care who was looking,
it didnt seem romantic.
my family is bundled inside a cigarette pack and
my brother doesnt come with a filter,
but hes fucking honest.
when my mother was small,
her best friend and her smoked at a camp site
and when her mother found out,
they both had to eat the whole carton and they never smoked after that.
i am sixteen my lungs are still pink,
my heart is still beating and my teeth are not falling out yet.
my brother couldn't give a shit.
his lungs will be black by the time i am seventeen and he will have his first heart attack at thirty six and i will visit
my best friend in the hospital and write poems about her funeral.
my father will still pronounce her last name wrong like he has for the past six years
and i will hold my own hands and break my own heart
thinking about it.
Hes so perfect,
By the words he says,
The way he makes me feel.
The love he gives me,
The way he tells me he wont leave,
The promises he makes.
Hes the perfect guy for me,
Cant you see ?
The one who would over use i love you.
The one who fights,
Just to stay,
The sad thing is... I drove him away.
a dad is for life
not just for christmas
yet here he comes again
pretending everything is business
as usual hes missed the subtle hints
that Ive been giving him
pretending im a virgin birth
coz father christmas is a myth
Wake up in the morning
Hes slammming on the door
I yell im up so he could hear me
He screams back and i just ignore
I step out to go and make food
He gets angrier and yells louder
"Do a work out, Lose weight"
I blow it off, dont let it bother
I hate you!
The reason I hate life?
Its a day of thanks
A day of family
it really stinks
tell me this is trickery
I cant go anywhere
I cant do anything
I cant be me
without your disapproval
I am thankful for her
she always makes me smile
she lights up my world
but you say im too attached
I spend too much
too much time
too much money
too much effort
But you would thinks it too much
She wants me around
A day of thanks
or a day of pain?
a day of her
or a day of you?
Go ahead and scream
It doesnt phase me anymore
Around you im in a bad dream
to me you are no more
A boy holding a blade to his wrist
Pondering on whether he should lacerate his skin..........
who wants me here?
who cares about me?
who accepts me for who i am?
so why sit around to pretend i'm ecstatic about life
when i am being contused?
Contused about having rainbows in my brain
getting beat by my dad
he says hes going to beat me until all i know is straight
until i stand straight
until i am straight
i thought he loved me
i thought he accepted me for who i am
i have been abandoned by the ones i thought was friends
unaccepted by churches
treated differently by teachers
i have been referred to as "it" numerous of times
at times i feel unusual , like i'm not human....
Society dosen't care
they don't care
When i am lying on the floor
blood leaking from my cut s
my body has discontinued the flow of oxygen and blood
when i am cadaverous , deceased, vanished
that's when people will start felling attritional
that's when people will understand
But its to late for that.
i am dead
because you couldn't open your eyes and realize what i was going through
I wanted to know you understood me before my life was non-extant
Bigfoots a jack ass
He pured us both
We talked about darwin,
And Goodals new book.
But now hes trying to kill me!
We thought he did.
But now hes trying to kill me.
Its getting dark
I cant smell the cave anymore.
His brown face sounded like a
I was just another elk
With them I slept
Like white bones.
the hard face
sunburned remnants of a man
allways loudspeaker for his intent
announces to the empty room
of his arrival
his field of landmines eyes
wander the crowd in the empty chairs
looking for the face
that will conquer or capitulate
looking for the ever present weak link
most days you can find her
in some park feeding ducks
some real some not so much
dont really make much difference these days
most days you find a smile in her heart
all of em real but not always so quick
most days nothing changes
but sometimes everythings gotta go
and she got no fear putting it on the line
he walked the carpet hall
with the framed pictures of three piece suits
and the victories they had over the outside the line desperado's
sunburnt remnants of a man
he walks with his shadow upright hand in hand
he walks in the darkness of the bright sun
looking for a face in the crowed emptyness
looking for someone that will conquer or capitulate
hes looking for her
but shes looking for you
cause she loves you
and the kitten you carry on your shoulder
most nights shes on the hood of her plymouth
drawing pictures in the dust of the road
sketching echoes out of the nights song
most nights shes driving a backroad with rockabilly
smoking her speakers
most nights you can find her in your arms
but not tonight
not this rainswept night
where we goin
why should this kind of thing happen
why take from someone never done you wrong
why do such things
is it any wonder you never see my face no more
is it any wonder im far away
most of the time
there was little bull a friendly little thing
he would dream off bull fights and being in the ring
he pictured all the matadors that he had to fight
waving there red capes in there suits so bright
he dreamed he run around and the crowd did roar
from this little bull the crowd they wanted more
he would tease the matador as he waved his cape
straight in to his eyes the little bull would gape
he was only dreaming of what he'd like to do
maybe when he;s older his dream just may come true.