No matter how big and no matter how small,
No matter how wild or under control,
There's always one mad man who goes to far,
Who drinks to much, then heads for the bar,
The comedians fall back which guarantees laughter,
The joke of the night, a conversation starter.
Who's attempts to be tactical are squandered at once,
As the hand misses the mouth it turns into a punch,
With a pale white face and now a black eye,
Our poor drunk friend is starting to cry,
And every one stands there points and laughs,
And its only because this time, its not us.
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 9:55 AM UTC
Don't stop me.
Not that I'm unstoppable
It's just improbable,
That you'd stop me.
I'm saving you embarrassment.
Can't you see!?
I'm not just anybody,
I'm that somebody.
The one in the back of your head
The whisper on strangers lips,
I can't be controlled.
You can't contain me.
You've never seen me,
But somehow, you think
You know me!?
You know of me.
I'm shown as a shadow
A broken reflection,
Of what I'm able to be.
I bring change,
I force advancement,
I am the future.
Free me, then
Help me free yourself.
Change is inevitable
Not non-negotiable
So unleash me, and use me
So you can live,
Like you deserve.
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 8:41 AM UTC
This will make no sense.
It cannot be broken down.
Into metaphors and meaning,
Because there are none.
I intended this to be dull,
So please just leave it.
I don't want some scholar,
In one hundred years time,
To dissect each line
And decide what I'm feeling.
There is nothing here.
It's a literary cul-de-sac
And as empty as Green Land.
So do not read on
In hope of revelations,
There is no dramatic turn
Or cliffs from which to hang.
So goodbye and I'm sorry,
You've wasted your time
But you should have known anyway
Because real poets can rhyme.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 10:42 AM UTC
I'm lazy
I'm tired
Bed is here
Bed is good
Invites me in,
Thank you bed,
Lets me stay,
Thank you bed.
Drunken Duvet
Locks me in,
Poetic Pillow
Shuts my eyes,
Memory Mattress
Holds me still,
Makes me sleep.
Morning's come,
Alarms frustrated
Disrupts the peace
Bed's not fazed.
Pillow whispers;
Turn it off
Five more minutes
Duvet Calls
I oblige.
Bed's so kind.
Mattress shakes
I'm awake
God look
The time!
Duvet laughs
Pillow sniggers
**** you bed
You made me late
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 10:19 AM UTC
He's whispering in her ear
The kind of things she wants to hear,
Of how he'll never leave her side.
But one day he falls to the floor
Those promises won't keep no more,
And those whispers, they turn, to lies.
So he sits there watching from above
As the earth takes back his broken heart,
And his love, she slowly slips away.
He follows her across the green,
And down into the blackened streets,
But nothing looks like it did before.
Though suddenly she doubles back
And jumps into a strangers arms,
There are tears but they're no tears for him.
The stranger holds her oh so close
Immediately the curtain falls,
And from behind he now can see her lies.
He can't believe she stopped his heart
Once through life, once through love
Finally he knows that she's to blame.
But still he follows where she goes
Knowing that her twisted words,
Never meant to her what they did to him.
But his discovery, its come to late
Now he's trapped by his hollow fate,
To follow the girl he thought he knew.
So he sits there gazing from above
Forced to watch his esoteric love,
But knowing love, and being loved are not the same.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 10:15 AM UTC