If I were famous

Ha! Not a single human being would be able to match the words I spew out daily.
They will faintly be a former,  former fragile shell of themselves cracked as I step all over 'em.

If I were famous

I will have not only the amateurs but the professionals lapping up my words begging to be fed the wisdom I conjure but hehe I will only feed them the bones.

If I were famous

I wouldn't give a rats *** 'bout what you saw, who you saw, why you saw, What you gonna do about it, Nothing cause you a wimp ;)

If I were famous....

There was a time when I would care
There was a time I didn't bother with caring
Now i just don't know

there was a time when I would cry for being hurt
There was a time when I would force the tears back and just keep moving
Now I have no idea

There was a time when I would have loved to be in your company
There was a time when I hated being near you
Now I just don't know

There was a time for everything
There was a time for nothing
There was a time
Then There wasn't a time

Eat the Fruit.

But I rather taste the bitterness of ignorance than sweet knowledge you promise

Eat the Fruit

But, when I read those lips I see malicious intent not the concern you softly present

Eat The Fruit

But

I wish I could do it over again.

And we past each other in wal-mart
well more he bumped into me when I rounded the corner.
I was with my mother
He was his mother.
that instant I saw him , hell I was heels over head, shoot me I'm dead
Him, me, bed, but to my mom he was just a friend.

"Um, Hey mark"
Hey mark? Is his ***** tangled into knots or was there something I forgot?
Oh yeah.....the closet.
"errr Derek how your project?"
"good"
"good"

but in those 10 seconds
i felt them hands
his mountain hands hike through my hair
I felt those thirsty lips lap up every nail from the closet door.
I heard him say I love you

But that was a week ago
Now it's a week later
the present

to his mother
to My mother
we are just friends

I count the stars in my sleep.
with my eyes closed I find the North Star
but wake up heading south.

Crashing of the morning rain
Harshly Bruised the window pane.
I lie in bed only to rise at the bellowing of thunder.
Clarity has run off at the bellowing of thunder.
Only when I gaze out the window
Do I realized the morning has been
Dry and silent.

It was in a moment
Between
         the pause of the clock's tick.
          the exhalation and stalling of your breathing
          the pumping of blood before the next beat of your heart.
It was in a moment I realized

                           *It's time to wake up

I run
My fears struggle to clasp my arms and hold me in place
Drizzling rain coats me
The world's problems are gone for a moment, drip off my hands and into puddles
A breeze greets me with a touch so gentle
Lost in the moment where love seemed to reach me

It's time to head inside
*But I rather stay out

And it was as if the sun was enjoying the cruelty he bestowed on me.
Denying the warmth he could give with just a single a touch.
And it was as if the moon was trying to tend to my need.
Reflecting the sun's love with a straight face
but
it wasn't the same.

you asked
your questions
One after another
but I could not answer you without
my tongue (trip)ping over themselves.

A drop of rain but not from the sky is caught by a leaf but not from a tree
Its a tear and a finger you see.

And everyone you see, everything you see is off-limits.
Don't kid yourself for it's holding onto the tails of clouds
as they are spun into the distance.

Mother wipes the sweat
From her forehead with her forearm.
In her fist are pine needles she must spread around a tree
As if she were wrapping a towel over her wet child.

Father rubs his palms against his jeans
As he examines the garden bed for weeds.
He spots one and digs his fingers ‘till he feels the roots.
He pulls as if he were plucking lint off his child’s clothes.

The light petals of love's flower
spin in the air
dance in the air.
Entertaining all who watch them make their way down
into the hearts which are hungry for a piece of love.


They land gently
softly.
They land.

Devoured
Eaten
enjoyed.

When I was born I was a blank canvas
You outlined with words carefully placed with a soothing voice.
You drew out what you wanted with rights and wrongs you forced onto me.
You colored me in once you felt satisfied.
I don't want to be your canvas anymore.

Sometimes it's not my friends who make me smile
Nor the guy I like
but being able to see the leaves dance with one another
Being able to taken in the autumn air
Being able to watch nature do it's thing
That makes me smile.

The hall grew quiet
We were alone, he and I
I stop, look at him
And say
“I think I love you”
My breath is drawn and I wait
“I know I love you”
   He said.
He came close to me
He leaned in close and kissed me
“I know I love you”

Once upon a whisper, while hiking in the woods
I stumbled upon a decay stump misunderstood.
worms layered in earth it hacked
and delicately brittle leave it retched
"Take your hands and shred my roots
These days are lonesome when I am not dead."

I once hid amongest the shadows.
I hid with them for so long that
the Shadows became friends, family, everything I needed.
They understood my pain and made it theirs.
Cried when I cried.
Screamed when I screamed.
Stayed silent when I was silent.

They even understood the storm that was brewing inside.
They used their own darkness to cover the storm
so when I looked within it was black.  
But I was with the shadows out of fear.
Fear of the unknown.
Fear of reality.

One day I grew and left the shadows comfort
each other no longer afraid but sometimes
I long to live amongest the shadows again.
For they were, after all, friends, family, and everything I needed.

I escaped

the truth of reality
for a wisp of lies
         if not for a moment of peace.

my room tinted in shallow puddles of gray
        assured tranquility
                                  if only for a moment.

I escaped
            
             If  i return is of no consequence to me.

A
taste
        in my
                      mouth
Reminds
               me of you
... again

And when he close his eyes to sleep away
He sees the glare from moments 'go.
It digs it's way to his dreams
And now he just don't even know.

What will tomorrow bring?
What will travel through the blinds
to wake him? What will 'morrow bring?
He tries to sleep with a shrugging sigh.

I have no idea whether I should stay put and endure whatever may come my way
Or seek refuge.
I have no idea if I should give in and let myself fade to nothing or if I should fight and struggle not to be led to the background
I don't know what to do.

And there was a time when everything made sense
But now that time is gone.
What was ordered in such a neat fashion
is now in such a jumble of a mess.

Picked the card I had
But you didn't pick my heart.
Out of all the magic tricks you could do
You have yet to pull my heart from all the hearts in your deck.

There once was a dog
who ran thorugh the fog
towards an on coming car.

Two Minutes*
That's all I need to hold on to you
To inhale the familiar scent of yours
To rest my head upon your chest  

Two Minutes
That's all I need to tell you that you are the only one that matters
To kiss your cheek and hold you tighter
To hold you and feel safe

Two Minutes
That's all I need to tell you I will always care
To kiss those lips with passion
To cherish the feelings I will have

All I need is Two Minutes

Life seems dull when ever i remember you

Life seems a bit less bearable whenever i think of you

Life in general gets more difficult whenever a thought of you flashes before me

I need to stop thinking of you
I need to stop
cause i need to get on with my life.

Stop but how can you
Only can someone else make you see.
Right not you are blinded by things that can never be
Right now I take a deep breath
You are not to blame. Its my fault I should have stoped it long ago.

There is no sense in trying to reason
In trying to talk
In trying to let you see my perspective

There is no sense in showing that I am have changed internally
In showing that I am not going back to the dark side
In showing that I am a new guy

There is no sense in trying
No sense in showing
In telling
There is no sense...

Maybe it should have been me and you holding hands
Holding each other as we sleep
But then again maybe not

Maybe it should have been us exchanging rings, saying "I do"
Till death do us part
But then again maybe not

Maybe this
Maybe that
Maybe we were meant to think of what could have been
But then again maybe not

When I close my eyes
I see you hazily
like when I take my glasses off
and only can make the general shape of things.
but when I open them
I see you perfectly
Like you are right up in my line of sight
and can see every detail clearly

I don't know which one is better
Only being able to see the good in you
or being able to enjoy the view but having to see everything that makes you

Arms around
Heat increasing
Drew Closer
Breaths merge becoming one
Lips touch
The world disappears
....
The world reappears
Lips Separate
Breathing is now two
Grow apart
Arms to the side
It was just a kiss

I can stare at you and feel the world slip away
It's just pulled from under my feet
and I fall not hard like the other times
but like a leaf being cradled by the wind.

I am who I am
I like what I like
I believe what I believe
I shouldn't be embarrassed 'bout it
The ones who criticize before looking at their selves
are the ones who should be embarrassed.

Circle Me with red
mark me diagonally with death
Take me heart and use it for your sacrifice
Just know I am already dead

Dear                                                                                 Poets,

Poetry is our home
Be not bashful to let it go
Poetry is our home.

Society's expectations are not to set foot for they will be our guest who will
                                                                                                                   Never leave.


be not bashful
  
P                 I
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HOME

I'm tired of feeling like I've been misused
Thrown 'cross the surface of "I Love you"
Only to skip ahead into the thickets and overgrown weeds.

Slowly the pain will slip off of you like the clothes you wear.
Slowly the pain will take off into the sky like balloons.
Slowly you will not care anymore and that's when they will need you the most.

Love's not but a word
Heavy yet empty on lips
'Till action taken

Well, Homework is calling
but I wish it was you
The dishes are beckoning for my touch
For my hands to cleanse them
But I wish it was you

My bed wants me to sleep with it
and wrap its warm arms around me
But i want It to be you

I close my eyes and things go dark
In my dreams I am with you

Time will heal the heart
But the scars will always be
Always there Faintly

The floor was spotless
The walls were spotless
but his heart was stained

No amount of cleaning
scrubbing
drying
anything
Will get rid of it

So he told me.
And against my better judgement I must take him at his word.
But someones word is a good as watered down wine
Unless the seller is an honest man
and we don't have to many of those in this place we call home.
but maybe in the corners of his circular mind he feels like that.
Then his word is wine aged to perfection
and I the content buyer.

The sun, the big ball of light up in the sky, warms me.
The breeze, the whispers of the world, cools me.
The trees, the elders with wisdom but can't speak, shades me.
The river, the playful one with it running, chills me.

The love flows with ease
As he wraps his arms round me.
It's as if it was ordained
By nature herself.

We speak the language
With tongues that taste the love as
It rolls off our lips.

Never have I felt
high such as this but with him
Forever cloud nine.

Death came knocking on my bedroom door.
Death was welcomed a long distant friend, so I let Death In.
Let death in with one implore
"Lead me to where I must be, Lead me swiftly to my End."

The yonder blue hills were covered in white.
I, I pulled the present closer and tight.
What lingered behind was bitter and cold.
All those memories dark tainting my soul.
The memories melted leaving me parched
like snow on a Sunday sometime in march.
The night before I 'tempted to collect
but like all my thoughts I tend to forget.

...Night is not the absence of the sun it's the introduction to a different state of light...