juxtaposition
unrelated
extreme
north and south
black and white
the relationship seems binary
but the color doesn't stay inside the lines
it bleeds
all over the room
it gets on your shoes
soaks into the carpet
it fills the air
you breathe it in
it seeps into your veins
your heart glows softly at first
then like sunbeams, light bursts from your chest
and you understand the dissonance
and you feel
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
just let me go
just for a minute
ill be
right back
come with me
or stay right there
ill be
right back
if i could stay
away for good
i would already
be gone
but when a dolphin
breeches high
with the intention
just to fly
it comes
right back
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
when a train honks its horn.
on a calm quiet night.
the sound is less like sound waves.
but sounds more like light.
it sends a wave of ruckus.
that bounces here and there.
then somehow switches on so brightly.
it illuminates the air.
it fades just light a sunset.
so loud and then so soft.
and when its gone the insects play.
in darkness as you loft.
a firefly of some sort.
the train now passes on.
to bring with it a light so bright.
i had to write a song.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
right left right left right left right
we walk this path from day to night
front to back and side to side
these blinders keep us calm inside
inside; a beat that we walk to
what does that beat mean to you?
to pump the blood that keeps you well?
or does it prolong your living hell?
if that beat began to slow
until they said there was no flow
then all the things that were ahead
would vanish with the words "he's dead"
if you could look him in the eye
the younger you just might cry
and ask you why you didn't even try
to be that "motorcycle guy"
it's too bad but it seems to be
dreams have become idiocracy
full of nos and won'ts and can'ts
because you bought some big-boy-pants
and with them on you chose to be
the you that lacks originality
to take yourself so seriously
defines a loss of dignity
so sold on how these things must go
you photocopy the status quo
embrace all that you can call you
the fun, the weird, the nerdy too
let it pour out of your soul
onto a canvas; break the mold
until the day when you decide
to let your heart shine from inside
and be the you that lives with ease
accept the flaws; the insecurities
you will walk down those same streets
a miracle stripped to a monotonous beat
so look within to find that passion
it's up to you to take the action
just believe; call this the start
just believe; follow your heart
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC
if i had to guess
i'd say you're thinking of me too
somewhere across the sea
maybe way passed the moon
you sit and think and maybe you write
but its me you think of for most of the night
you don't know my name and yours nor do i
but i promise one thing, i'm a hell of a guy
no i don't know exactly where you are
but i bet we're looking at the very same star
from your room where you write in your secret notebook
a poem about me that you wish someone took
and you know you should sleep but the words leave your hands
as the tunes cross your ears from your favorite bands
their lyrics tell you to keep going on
even if this poem takes you till dawn
you're new to this and so am i
but writing in a mirror sure explains why
i hope you are in fact writing about me too
i just wonder how long until i find you
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
i set it down right there
in the middle of the room
a ripple crossed the surface
as if the ground had shaken
filled to the brim
it sat so serene
a glass of juice i had just poured
from a carton now half empty
my taste buds tingled and my mouth watered
causing my lips to pucker a bit
that feeling of refreshment
just moments away
i guess it could be called excitement
the longer i waited
with only my own will keeping me from the glass
the more intense this feeling became
but the instant my lips touched that cool cool juice
that feelings was gone
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
if you told a baby bird
he couldn't fly
he'd walk around
and wonder why
left foot right foot
left foot right
a flightless bird
envys a kite
to let the world
determine fate
is wearing the nose ring
that bulls seem to hate
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
i chased you for so long
gave up all i had
was so hard to do
but without you i went mad
yes i felt invincible
once i made you mine
what was before a shadow
the sun now chose to shine
my skin began to burn
sweat dripped from the heat
oblivious to the sun
as the concrete burned my feet
stranded in the open
no willow here or there
refuge under my own shirt
an act of pure despair
a man becomes a fool
when all that can be seen
is greener grass and then forgets
to bring his own sunscreen
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
my dreams are real, not that yours aren't
but mine have been grown from the soil of heart
to be heard and be felt from the voice from within
a tune for the ears to raise bumps on your skin
just to hit you so hard that you fall to the floor
not from the punch of my fist but my truth you adore
not a quest for riches not a quest for things
not driven by fame or by diamonds or rings
an arena with thousands won't do the trick
if the words that i spread make my conscience feel sick
just a stool and a mic, an acoustic right there
in a bar just half full with most who don't care
the best part of all are the few who show up
not to drink and get drunk but just sip from their cup
as they laugh and converse about sports and the news
i sing on my own to my old fashioned blues
my most valued possession some may think is odd
not a possession all, but a smile and a nod
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
Like a friend with bad intentions
Voices silently shouting no
When you’ve got a spark hope
The flame is smothered to a glow
Don’t you listen to yourself?
There must be more to life than this
You’ve grown so weak and cold
Your mind a deep and dark abyss
Inside youre dying slowly
but you're dying thats for sure
As comments cloud your every thought
And slam each open door
There must be more than this
They all said it would be fun
Like an orphan in a home
You hope you’ll be the one
So you’ll change you say?
Theres nothing stopping you
You’ve got the things you need
Just start at one then two
The time to change is now
Do it now before youre dead
Don’t become defeated
By the voice inside your head.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC