joseph-l-miller
American
Hey there, my name's Joe Miller, and, at 20 years old, few things give me more joy than to spill out some good writing. I used to be a little worried about posting my works online, for I was afraid they might get hijacked, but I really don't care anymore. For me, there's significantly less enjoyment had when I boggart my art, and if folks feel inclined enough to "steal" my writings, well, then I must've done something right. My works definitely are for myself, but not solely; They are for anybody that wants them- anybody that needs them. My works are for the world of readers; those that drink language, and savor style. My works are to scratch that itch that you may, or even may not, know existed. I can't force you to enjoy, but maybe you will. Good luck.
Groovin' along and I hit my head
Things seemed great
Now I'm bleedin'
Always appears worse than it is
Like it'll never end
But at least I'm still
Attached at the neck
When you're alone
Being accident-prone
Can hurt way more
But it's better than having
A heart of stone
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
'Beware of heart'
Should be the sign 'round my neck
The part that burns
And the part that yearns
The one singed by the fire
Afraid to reach out again
And the one whose ugly tentacles
Would crush others to death
The part too shy to let you in
Until the hand has acted
Whose evil twin
Then grasps at straws
Preying, praying
And suffocating
Both parts wanting
To be held close
Both parts needing
Room to mature
Beware of this heart
Stay as far as you can get
Before you wish
We had never met
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
Sometimes thoughts in my brain
Are like burning buildings
I can feel their heat
From so far away;
Ever-present
I open the door
Hoping to make everything better
The backdraft engulfs me;
Consuming
Then I am nothing
But singed and disfigured;
A monstrosity
Nerves sizzling;
Nerves singing
It's like swallowing fire
What I need to understand
That sometimes I must
Leave things to burn
Until they are no more
Than ashes on the floor;
The best place to grow again
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
Mercy, humility, friendship, and good faith
Gullibility, insecurity, sadness, and heartbreak
Give the world an unmitigated chance
And be bitten by the snake
Or constricted by the snake
And choked until your eyes explode
And all of your bones break
I'd rather be a ravaged corpse
Than a survivor any day
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
Crawling
From the cradle to the grave
I may learn to walk
But I'll be seen
On my hands and knees
Embarrassed, fumbling
Through something new
I shouldn't be ashamed
When I don't know
What to do
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
I set out into the field of life
My thoughts are my shovel
With some I uncover the greatest of things:
Shining gems of beauty and wonder
With others I work my days away
Hoping for some kind of answer
And when I've found myself empty-handed
I dig, and I dig some more
Like I'm at least trying to get to the other side
But really I just increase my chances of a cave-in
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
I'm trying for you
To be the best for you
To work hard for you
And make a world for you
I want to be there for you
And always share with you
I'll hold your hand for you
Because I care for you
I'll draw a picture for you
In a notebook for you
To show my feelings for you
Or to be silly for you
I'll always smile for you
Show my pearly whites for you
And never argue with you
But only fight for you
I'll make books for you
Like I wrote this poem for you
And create universes for you
Out of inspiration from you
My heart beats for you
And I get out of bed for you
Because the sun dims in comparison to you
And the world is bleak without you
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 8:33 PM UTC
For all of my friends, my family, and loved,
I am sorry.
I am sorry for the lies,
For the betrayal and back-stabbing,
I am sorry for it all.
I am sorry I wasn't always there
To help you when you fall.
I am sorry for the hurtful jokes,
The prodding, and the pokes,
I am sorry for not caring
When you needed me the most.
I am sorry, so sorry, with all of my heart,
That instead of helping you,
I only fell apart.
I have never been so sorry
For the things that I have done
As I am at this moment,
Because I want to feel the sun.
Sadness and apologies
Can cloud a person's life.
They'll breech you and mistreat you,
Causing only strife.
I want to live within a world
That is free from torment and woes.
So, the only thing that I can do
Is take on these invisible foes.
To build a world where no one is sorry
Is to build a purely altruistic world.
So the best place for one to start
Is simply with themselves.
I want to help my fellow man,
But must first conquer myself.
So, I am sorry for ever apologizing.
I'll never hurt you again.
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC