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 taken
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
Hot kiss in the cold rain.
A steady beat of a pulsing vein.
The fearful calm of the never the same.
The sweet aftertaste of your whispered name.
Two extremes inside one heart.
Living in the bewitched twilight of the after dark.
Made a little brighter by this perfect counterpart.
This perfect flame started by a lover's spark.
The relearning of what it means to mean.
Finding the greatest things on earth in the in between.
It's the transition of real life into a dream.
The infusion of love in this neglected bloodstream.
The perfect play of light on the perfect pair of eyes.
The look of which expels the bitter taste of goodbyes.
It's the safety rope for the deepest self dug holes.
Shes a harbinger of love, the savior of souls.
The North Star, that brightest bit of day.
That little feeling inside of you so you never lose your way.
A radiant hope in this desperate living death.
Every inch of her a place to catch your breath.
Made of the stuff of heaven, part blind trust
and perfect mixture of both love and lust.
It all boils and burns into left with only this...
A simple hot kiss,
in a cold rain.
With love flowing in every vein.
Leave her alone
she is obvi annoyed
shut the fuck up
go play with yourself
like u probs do
shes my best friend
don't call her names
she may be cute
but shes scary as fuck
mess with her
you mess with me
mess with me
you're dead meat
don't call her names
don't say shes fat
shes not ugly
shes just fine
she always makes me laugh
leave her alone
she doesn't need your bullshit
you fucking assholes seriously
GO TO HELL
Emily is always right
when shes right she is right
when she is wrong she is right
is it hard to understand???
do not correct me
do not tell me im wrong
just pretend im right.
seriously this isnt a joke
i hate being corrected
it makes me feel dumb
i will find out eventually
just leave it alone
i know i make mistakes
its the thought that counts
So if i get puncuation wrong
or spell a word wrong
just seriously tell me im right
i don't care if im wrong
i know how to fix my mistakes
i dont need your help
don't fix my mistakes
the remnants of a broken down villain
he's waited here in thick silence
with his elaborate plans
drawn on the wall complete with corrections
stick figures in the halflight
crude illustrations of the vocally frustrated
small errors in life represented by
five burnished monkeys cast in bronze
lined up in order of smiles on his mirror wall
the surface of his words
are reflections of the rain
which never comes but stays
in the golden gilded cages of his mind
shes so sweet rides up on her mystery wheel
and starts to strip off the layers
but stops when she reaches her freshly washed skin
and she dose a little dance just for him
shes been trying to get him off this
diesel gas fumes kick he's been on since vietnam
and the burnished brass monkeys break into song
something slow with a nice backbeat
something about the middle east
and the wires that join us all in prosperity
she sells sex in plain brown paper bags
on the street to support the tragic train
they say shes weak but we all know its just makeup
she wears and shes the strongest man alive
she isn't drawing grand designs to conquer the world
but its something shes well on her way to doing anyway
with her backup band
five burnished brass monkeys
each one with a hand on a bible
swearing allegiance to the madness
found in stick figures carved with loving care into
the walls of a madman's eight inch mind
Everyones looking for wealth and always have they hand out for more
but what's a dollar to success if you morally poor?
what's the point of being a king without respect for the throne?
why say you independent, when you can barely hold your own...
ya called me out and said "He stopped writing with passion"
"He's writing for a deal, hasn't been the same since "They Keep Asking"
Mentally I'm basking...taking in the sun
closing my eyes at night, dreaming about what I might become.
I'm figuring out all my mistakes while drawing a few plans
strengthening up my posture, so I can be the model of a grown man.
Life's a bitch and I'm patiently waiting to met her, imma dress to the nine,
with pistol when I greet her!
cause she's taken every bit of my sanity and soul
shes left me for dead at the end of casualty road
but this I definitely know, I hate her but owe her one
it was her challenges she threw me that made me who I've become.
I'm in touch with my demons and have conversations with the monster
any obstacle in my way, I so easily conquer!
Look up when I walk, confident when I talk
got up from the crime scene and cleaned up all the chalk.
Refused to settle for death even when there seemed like no return
God sent me here to guide all who is lost, teach those willing to learn.
Just worry about you, don't live life waiting for others to approve
remember we was built to win, but born to lose.
Society will pick and choose
Very rarely is it acceptant
Forget them and their bullshit, look up and accept your reflection.
- Dougie Simps
My best friends name is Mya
Shes a beautiful wonder; a saint in disguise
But she hates herself
She let's out forgiveness but breathes in resentment
It gets changed somewhere inside
Afraid to stand in a crowd afraid of the looks
She thinks people give her
Tries to starve the ugly out
But girl, there wasn't any to start
Used to cut her wrist let flowers spill
She quit that dangerous addiction years ago
But it still haunts her mind/thinking should I? Should I? Should I?
Should I again give into the unforgiving blade?
Shes so hungry but won't let herself eat
Traded in her pain got a different kind
I love you I love you
I'll say it untill you love yourself
The day I first met you,
Is a day I will never forget.
I was 10 years old.
Even then I thought that you were beautiful.
I was the new girl.
The teacher told me to go sit down beside of a little girl,
With sandy blonde hair.
The teacher knew she was the only one who would be nice to me,
Who wanted to be friends with the new kid?
Apparently she did.
I got to know her,
And soon she became my best friend.
I made a promise to her that we would be friends forever,
No matter what.
We were friends for a little while after,
But then something changed.
That something was me.
We hit middle school,
And all of a sudden I was too good for her.
I ignored her,
And when she'd come my way,
I'd turn and walk in the opposite direction.
This I regret,
She did nothing to me,
And I treated her like garbage.
The only girl in fact,
Who was nice to me then.
After middle school ended,
I had a change of person.
I left everyone,
And was homeschooled for a year.
I found myself that year.
I also found out that it was ok,
Ok to accept myself,
And be me.
I came back this school year,
5 years after we first met,
And something happened.
I fell in love with a girl,
For the very first time.
I tried to ignore,
And deny it,
Even though I already knew what I was.
She is in my English class,
I sit beside her,
And every day I feel that we get a little bit closer.
Nearly a month ago,
She told me that she liked me,
I told her I felt the same,
And then before I knew it,
We were dating.
She was my girlfriend.
My old bestfriend,
The one who as a child I thought was beautiful,
Is now my girlfriend.
She seems to love me,
I catch her every now and again just smiling at me,
I look up and smile back.
We hold hands,
And say I love you...
But as teenage girls,
That's typical behavior.
I want to be out,
With my girlfriend,
And not be shamed.
She says she loves how I express myself....
How is that so,
When I cant even express how I love her?
Kissing and loving her,
At least shes mine.
This is the story of how I fell in love with my bestfriend from 4th grade.
This is the story of my girl.
This is the story of us.
Lectures by the river side
My my, my poor unfocused mind
Lost in the summer sun
Why, why do you run
Dynamic falling but into what and where
Too big to small
Flood the door
Weather the storm
And ones extinct
Yelping from the ocean floor
Nautical and aviated creatures
Joining the jig
Go by the prophecy
is out of time
stories missing their plots
lungs give out
as you give in
how do you do
who’s got the pudding
tales of greed and trade
tales of gluttony and shame
fabrications of a hard days work
cabbages and kings
take a walk
we’ll share a talk
into the dark
a loaf of bread
to bide his time
while I devour
you are mine
weep for you
oh I could sing
of cabbages and kings
oh mary ann
she isn’t home
but she would be
but she cant
the gloves are lost
as she grows large
cant believe shes back again
slithers down the chimney
shrieks in fear of her size
smoke the monster out
toast the rubbish
spark the fuse
back to small
it still comes
the flower bed
roses daises daphadils
an astonishing scheme of bright colors
tulips joining the 4 part harmony
in the golden afternoon
music to my ears
growing dying seconds and years
morning glories and butterflies
taking up my time
but I don’t mind
ill sit and smile
I’m a common weed
sit and relax
vowels and syntax
I see what grace meant
Looking back on it again
I’m three inches high
One bight can only take you so far
Of a mushroom
And its spores
Now that’s right
But what is left
No where to go
But some where to get…to
Striped and smiling feline
Seems like he’s hiding something
Points me in all directions
For no way is bad
But every which way
Is surely mad
364 days that aren’t mine
But ill cherish them like they are
Because I can
A loon, a hare and a rat
Teapots and party hats
Blowing the candles out
Making your wish come true
Feed your head it’s the thing to do
I never got to sip my tea
What a pity
Speak in riddles
Tease in rhymes
A few tears here
A realization there
Do I ignore
Or continue to care
The roses are faux
So that she wont know
Oh the color red
Spilled blood of the dead
A place where they hail a crown
A place where heads roll around
A nonsensical monarchy
In a vast world of anarchy
Of with my head
Put me on trial
So ill be dead
In awhile, good
Nothing but a dream
Yes yes but what could it mean
Day dream of silliness
A place where somethings amiss
I dare not go back again
Gaze through the looking glass
To see the wonderland
her magical mind
sets sparkles to wing
and the hard words are softened
in their respective faces by the touch
of her silken favours
as she weaves me through
her ideals with craftsmen's knowledgeable hand
adept at the use of her wares
but even knowing this
i cave in
because within my own
demon of futility sitting on his
pile of rust manufacturing great and small
mouse traps of the mind
throws me into the confusions
of trying to recapture that heady love affair
that torrid romance so filled
with such fulfilling joys i thought it could never end
but it did
and now my heart has revealed that
it has secretly grieved for the loss of her
delicate body next to mine
that my fool heart has wept for the loss
of her looking up into my eyes
and sweetly softly whispering i love you
her magical mind has won again
and we make love
i am enraptured of her beautiful details
of her in notion of her in concept
of her in every way conceived
as she breezes in
on her comfortable conversation
fascinated by all the aspects
of her faster beautys
her velvet smile
cannot be dimminshed
it gives a soul warmth
that is deeper than
it breaths me
and when shes exhales me
i am sated