sam-martin
American
I am 14 and I am an aspiring musician. I have played guitar for about three years, Most of my poems I post are parts of my songs. I strongly disagree with the music of my age but I feel there is not many people out there willing to make a difference. My older brother and I are currently writing music and hope to change a few things here and there.
haiku's are easy
but sometimes they dont make sense
refrigerator.
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 7:26 PM UTC
ah, now I see how you really feel
that fake loving surface is starting to peel
i've tried to be the best, all just for you
and i want you to know
I do all I can do
but you shove it right back
all in my face
and I think I could see me
somewhat replaced
cause I seem to make it worse
when you need someone most
you'd be better off speaking
to a ******* fence post
please dont get me wrong
I love you endlessly
but you seem to deserve
someone better than me.
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 7:39 PM UTC
"I am not of worth."
"I am not revered."
being talentless
is what i've always feared
"This boy
craving release of cluttered thoughts
puts pen to paper
but repeatedly jets out
uncreative inkblots."
I am silhouetted by the face of laughter and joy
all cavorted actions are just a decoy
what i'm thinking is I have no reason
everyone just seems so far
why am I here?
whatever you are.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
from my point of view
they showed not one sign of budge
these hands seemed so strong
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 12:40 AM UTC
Its horrible is'nt it?
when you wake up to a bed
a stable paid roof, upon your sweet head
bundles of clothes, its really the worst
when one of your shirts is'nt matching the first
you cry of your life
you'll never win
but you do not think
of what could've been
i am so weird
you might assume
cause' i live in a house
with only one room
dont wanna go on
cant tell the whole world
it will be in time
unraveled, unfurled
so awake your tired eye
make a grand cup o' tea
cause the room that i speak of
is a thing called adversity
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
Every night I lie awake
Every night I start to quake
Every night I ache for you
Every night, you know its true
Every night i am insane
a bursting mind, infected pain
I feel want to come to terms
When very night that she confirms
She will calm this rigid boy
On a shady path with no deploy
Now every night i lie awake
but every night there is no pain
No hurt no loss no kind of shame
I lie awake, and i am sane.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 12:14 AM UTC
Pull my thoughts from a crowded hat
I cant decide on this or that
that or this
touch or kiss
peachy keen or extra bliss
cant play this game
aint' a reigning champ
...so i'll fold my cards and shut up.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 11:17 PM UTC
though sandy beaches wave along the empty netted fog
happy days will flutter by
like the careless wings on a butterfly
when you return to me
my sweet dignity
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 3:58 PM UTC