When I was a boy
My life was erratic
Volcanoes in Antarctica
Jungles in LA
Shouts and anger; quiet farmstead
As I got older
My heart was erratic
Kisses in the hallway
Bruises on the cheek
Soft words and embraces; angry thoughts
Even older still
My mind was erratic
Screaming at the wall
More clever than ever
Lucid, powerful arguments; raving paranoid delusions
And here I am
I am erratic incarnate
A bundle of sluggish energy
A sonnet written for one girl and an excuse for another
A coil of madness tight around the bright spark of genius
A purely mechanical soul-filled destiny driven fate-less wonder
Do I laugh for the irony or madness?
Whenever I look in the mirror
I'm not sure what I'll see
Because the person staring back
Isn't really me
The person in the mirror
Is nothing but a lie
Doing what people want
And mimicking those near by
The makeup that she wears
The fact that she's lost weight
All just makes her look like them
The people she used to hate
The way she acts and talks
The things she'll do and say
It's absolutely horrible
She's truly gone astray
Then the smile on her face
It's the biggest lie of all
Because I know deep inside
She feels like she will fall
So I ask you this question
And please, think it through
Is your reflection staring back
Still the real you?
Bus full of people breathing inside a small space
Face to face, eyes cast down and explore
A small girl that hides behind bangs
Long thin legs
Tightly fit close
That are shear and expose
And people whisper
But I remember what Teresa told me
A small man gets fired up
But can’t fight, he wobbles drunk
He wants to prove he is big and bad
That the girl who left him
Didn’t have his heart in hand
That he doesn’t bleed
He doesn’t hurt
He punches the next guy he sees
He makes him blue
Makes him bleed
And I remember what Teresa said
Two lovers hold each other tight
Teary eyes on a star lit night
Warm bodies fight the chill
Each wondering if they will
Be able to hold hands like this
Forever or if
Fingers fold into fists
As bitterness steals a kiss
Because the two girls don’t know why
People say they should die
They have always only loved each other
And I remember what Teresa told me
You say you could use a love like mine?
I've been waiting for someone like you
For too long.
Human being Human being
Why you sucha mess ?
Neither fully satisfied
Nor happy or stressed
You party and you cheer
And spend money on shores
Just think what you earned
Is this the way should go ?
And then again you blame
Not happy with work & fame
Tired exhausted and fatigued
You say it's same old game
You wish for nonsense thrills
When life is good to chill
But still you feeling bad
Coz no one to nosy and drill
When life is good, you tired
When life is hard, you tired
Am sorry but this is enough
Am tired of your desires
If I can get a change
A chance of some relief
I'd jostled my way out
From this bodily believes.
i see myself in you
in everything you are and anything you hate
in the nervousness of your pleas
that brings stiffness to your neck - and mine
- and hides tremors from your voice
i have more faith in you
than you know;
more trust, in the soft longing of your eyes
than any of the pains you've commited
and your broken smile, teeth baring hate
for every single time you couldn't say no
i stack every murder under one flag.
people always say "that was deep"-but what does deep mean, like blood coursing through veins?-could it be general pains or maybe even psychotic dreams-to be deep would be deep in thought, im assuming not literal-its like you're jones'n fora specific mental flow-almost like you lost track of what you had-psh...i guess that expression is true, you dont know what you've got till its's gone
but since were talking about the individual its definitely not impossible to find-i guess we can just throw a rope to the soul with a hope it gets caught-like fishing line we search for that rock bottom, because life is much sweeter when we crawl from our caverns-since we dig these ourselves we navigate them quickly-its the abundance that gets us, rather the dig deep-in our soul we search for this attribute that we have always admired-hoping to base our life around that fuel that fires us
(- This is originally a spoken word poem. Read aloud for maximum exposure.
-Asterisks indicate the necessity to pop your cheek with your thumb.
-Answer the two questions correctly and I will give you a hug.)
He fell asleep while traveling time
where a true name
becomes everything else.
So please give me a minute to explain myself
through the doorways
that I see champagne on a windowsill
walking across the room with blue
and fine china feet
saying again and again
the words become a song
singing and swinging the bottle like a dinner bell for thirst.
A kind that we've settled to quench
and somebody else's dream.
So don't pour my drink.
I'm trying to uncork it with my thumbs.
and I still have a tongue
so I will use it and I
I will use my thumbs to push back time
becomes a baby.
Dr. King becomes a baby.
Until the left and the right and every dead genius in between
Tiny feet trying not to crush the wet salad of the lawn
because it is green,
like my heart
that has learned
how to break fine china.
let me tell you
it's a lot more tiresome than a blue dream
but he fell asleep on a boxcar crossing Germany
where mustard gas
drowns you in your own lungs
and he tries to breath between the joints in the track
Asking again and again,
"Who killed me?"
"Who am I?",
until dinner was served without grace.
Until my head becomes stiff and bubble shaped
having been conditioned by
So we should tell all the baby hitlers,
that become children
that become us,
that a lie
is what you become
when abusing language to distort a reality.
And when you make a fist
you are handing lies out at random on a silver tongue.
But I still have one
and I still have thumbs
so sorry to burst your bubble but,
I don't mean to put
I know it hurts
to have something so precious as the world
But walls hurt worse
and through them only muffled sounds are ever heard
until your world is made of mute prisoners
that have forgotten what silver
really sounds like.
for I also have ears
so give me second place
and I will throw the medal against your walls.
the universe doesn't look like an ebony tub,
with knobs we can't ever see,
full of infinite shining marbles to everybody.
is a library of language,
so free will isn't a book written in english.
those know nothing infants trying to travel,
Belonging like this medal bouncing trying to sing
off your wall
Where again it will ring,
we've all been runner up
we still get annoyed when another doesn't enter our library
instead of trying harder
let me say grace.
Let me set l o n g tables
with the gruel that's been given
served on b r n.
with sterling silver.
Only few miles apart,
Its been a couple days,
Since I have seen your face,
All I can do is imagine it,.
I miss you to where my stomach hurts,
My heart skips a beat whenever I see a car like yours drive past,
Thinking constantly about your embrace,
The way you kiss my face,
You always tell me I am beautiful,
You say i'm your angel,
I miss your voice,
I miss gazing into your eyes,
Deep and blue,
My eyes are brown,
Not as perfect as yours but they see you so clearly,
I feel home sick even though i'm under the roof of where I live,
I am at complete comfort when you cuddle up to me,
I love the way you look at me,
You touch me so sensitively,
Almost as if you're afraid I will break,
Although you say my heart is strong,
I gave it to you,
Which is why it is that way,
You held it together with care and love,
I feel sick without you.
Why can't I smile?
Everyone else can?
So why can't I?
Maybe it's because my smile is crooked
Like my life
Bending in one direction
Simply screwing up something
that should portray happiness
So, why can't I smile
while everyone else can?
I think that some of those smiles
and laced with grimaces
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