AJ - Hello Poetry

AJ Aug 2014

Oh Boy

Jesus Christ.
Look at this character.

AJ Aug 2014

I just feel really guilty.
I feel really sad.
I feel really pointless.
And when I used to get upset
I just wanted someone to hold me
And comfort me.

Now I don't want that.
I don't want to be tragic.
I don't want to be anything.

I finally feel again.
And everything is so temporary.

Do you know what my mother
Told me the other day while
I was at her house?
She thinks the apocalypse is coming.
My mother is logical and wise
And smart and has never once
Said anything of the sort.

And she was completely serious.

And I'm not saying I believe her.
Because I don't,
We all have our own beliefs,
And I really respect that.
Mine aren't solid, but mostly scientific.

But that is not the point.

The point is that nothing is solid.
Everything is changing and temporary.
But change isn't a constant.
Don't ever let anybody tell you that.
Somethings always change,
Somethings never will.

Everything is a great big mess.
I am a great big mess.
And this is my ramblings.

I think my cat is dying. For this reason alone, I'm feeling increasingly guilty about leaving home.

AJ Aug 2014

The Wrong Clichés

I don't have much left for you to take, but I swear, I'll give it all.

Really? Because you said you'd give me the moon, but I guess you don't recall.

I've poured my life into this mess, can't you give me one more chance?

You made promises you never kept, and I'm expected not to take a stance?

You're a ***** and a mistress cruel, but I just can't stop loving you.

Begging is for dogs, but I guess your true colors must bleed through.

All these trips and traps have steered us wrong, but I'm alright if you're with me.

You set all the traps. I did most of the tripping, besides you over your feet.

Don't you remember that one day? When we were joined in the eyes of God?

"Till death do us part", well now I'm dead on the inside, and you're a fraud.

If you truly hate me so, then I'll just have to be on my way.

My things are packed, and my flight is booked. So actually, you can stay."
It's hard to think this is goodbye. Will we ever meet again?

Hopefully not. You were always the wrong clichés.

Collab with the lovely Spencer Dennison, linked below.
http://hellopoetry.com/spencer-dennison/

If you could not guess I was the heart-breaker.

AJ Aug 2014

The Old Gospel Choir

I bet your mom used to brag about you
Being a good sleeper,
When you were two months old.

You never sleep anymore.
You just play video games,
Wander the streets at midnight,
And have mindless meaningless ***.

All of that would be fine,
If your life wasn't as meaningless as the ***.

"Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a *****"

AJ Aug 2014

No Really, You're ****** Up.

You were a heartbreak.

Mothers in waiting rooms of the ER.
Fallen ice cream cones.

Didn't know whether to cradle you,
Or revolt.

I chose both.

AJ Aug 2014

Look, No Hands

I'm not even allowed to be upset anymore.
This is some 1984 *******.

You used to be the only shape I prayed to.

Jezebel

In addition to a song I wrote last year, "I Need To Use Both Hands". Inspired by Iron&Wine;.

AJ Aug 2014

Uppers

No one will play you like I did,
Honey bee.
You're fine, but you used to be great.