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Jan 2014 · 569
Bees
Jason Cirkovic Jan 2014
When I walk in the park,
I hear the bees whispering their secrets in my ears.
They tell me all of the juicy gossip from the winds that blow their way.
They are telling me about your beauty,
They talk about your green eyes that stand out in the murky fogs of San Francisco,
They tell takes of the wars scars you wear on your arms with pride.
Sure these Bess were telling me these stories until I meet you.
Jan 2014 · 10.1k
I Am a Nerd, Hear Me Roar
Jason Cirkovic Jan 2014
I Craw in the Urban Jungle night after night, making shadows my best friend
Because my pale skin would get sunburn in the day time.
Many of you have read about me on the internet,
But don't know if we exist like the Yeti or Bigfoot
Every now and then you see photos of me and hear stories about our existence
But here I am, White, Nerdy and…. Nerdy

Nerdy like the Nerds falling out of the box and skipping on the floor of my lair
(or my parents basement whatever you call it).
Some moments you will find me praying to my shrine for my savior, Weird Al Yankovic

Many of you may call us “ Losers”
But let me take a moment to tell you why you are wrong, in every way.
First off, We are not losers we just win at things that you don't care about
Like the Rubik's Cube, Dungeon and Dragons, and Larping
We don’t care about making friends, getting the poo tang, or getting high off of our *****
No we are too occupied trying to plan how we will survive the zombie apocalypse,
Or debating on if Star Wars is better than Star Track.
We are too busy reading comic books, Leveling up our one handedness
On Skyrim of course.

You think that we are hideous,
But in all reality, my acne improves my defenses against mother nature,
My braces are actually tools that government uses so they can reflect solar flares back to space
I'm ugly because god decided to make me pick up girls on ******* mode because before you Meet me it was way too easy.

Many of you think that we are weak
I may have spaghetti arms, no abs, but you know what, no problem,
Because if you look at my shadow, you see someone that 10 feet tall and bulletproof
I am a nerd, hear me roar.

My roar breaks your paper thin confidence
As it just floats in the wind like leaves, leaving the tree in October
My roar will rock your house with all of your friends leaving you alone because in the end, you May be popular but lets be honest, who are your real friends?
Call me weak, I dare you

Being a nerd has taught me many things
Like don't eat cake because it is deceiving
And that Neo should of taken the blue pill
Because that movie series was terrible.
And that DC Comics is the best, ***** Marvel
But the one thing it taught me the most is that be proud of myself.
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Thanks....I Guess
Jason Cirkovic Jan 2014
Dear America,

I will like to thank you for a couple of things
that i have noticed for a couple of years

Thanks for destroying humanity
I really want my kids to know that panda bears are from Chinese restaurants
and that Taco Bell originated from Mexico
all Asians know how to handle a Rubik's cube
like the curves on a women.

Thanks for posting these skeletons in magazines that we call models and telling everybody that this what beauty is, so girls can put your fingers down their throats
and guys can juice themselves up
because lets be honest personality doesn't matter, right?

thanks for killing creativity with your genocide
and lynching our education system
because our minds are the like the assembly lines for your standardized testing
if you don’t fill out the right bubbles that means that you are not smart like the rest of us
you see we are robots
if you don't fill out that bubble that you were not programed like rest of us
fill in out that bubble because
that bubble is going to determine if you go to a good college or not.
and remember community college means you are a failure.

Thanks for destroying our free time
Instead of stopping and smelling the roses we stop and take a photos for instagram
instead of going out and meeting new people,
we flash around our privates on the internet like it’s public property
because **** the love I want to get naked right?
because she only needs to loved for that one night?

We don’t have free time because we have to work on
Our Grades
Our Sports
Doing community service
So we can have these perfect resumes
and go to that perfect school
so you can go to that perfect job
and get married to that perfect love of our lives
and have three perfect kids
Retire and wait until your body decays into the earth
at that perfect timing

but wait life isn't perfect right?

Sincerely,
Voiceless Stranger
Jan 2014 · 649
Where Are You
Jason Cirkovic Jan 2014
Where are you?

I cant seem to find you
In this darkness that lurks around me
This torch that I'm holding feels like it is useless as.
All I can see around me are the people don't matter to me.
When I call out for your name,
all I hear is the echo of this cave that I am in.
It feels like the cave is mocking me
because it shouts out the words that I cry.

When I pick up my ukulele,
All I feel is pain and sorrow
Wrapped around these stings
That I strum Oh so quietly.
Quietly like your voice
when you are cuddle with me
with all of those nights.

When I play our song,
All I feel are the lyrics eating me up
Like the demons that rest inside my cursed soul

Let’s Cut out all the ropes
As you watch me fall
And now all of my love is wasted
Like the homeless man
Whose only means of medicating
Is ***** so he can hide
From all of the skeletons
That float around in his mind

No matter how many times I played this song in the darkness
All I can feel
Is loneliness caressing me
In her arms.
And sadly it is the only love I will feel for a long time.
Jan 2014 · 829
Do The Math
Jason Cirkovic Jan 2014
Looking at these scribbles right now,
Trying to solve this math problem.
ahh, its not right !
all of these numbers are just swirling in my head.
Lets me just rewrite this one more time

you take love and you and subtract the trust
and all you get is the one night stands with that cigarettes
still burning in that ashtray on that night stand
and a bottle of Jack hanging right beside it
but you if you take that bottle of Jack.
you add it to an average home,
it stains the story book of life
and now all we see is tales of a broken home.
Tales of fear and uncertainty

Now if we divide this broken home into our broken world we get a girl in her teens
staring into a pregnancy test.
She broken like that ****** the broke her dreams.
because we try to sweep up all of our broken traits into the dustpan called or minds but we don't get all of the glass in the dust pan
if we multiply that shattered glass and divide it into a broken home
we see a man sitting with that Jack,
jacking around with his family's money
because that bar stool is closer than the churches.

Lets take that Church and factor it into that teenage girl
praying to a god she doesn't believe in
because all of her friends aren't really friends.
you see, her friends are dealing with their own broken homes
and have a mother who is dealing with that bar stool
you put it all together and we don't get a math problem
we see our problems with coping and our societies biggest fear
admitting that we have a problem.
Jan 2014 · 910
The Ceiling is Melting
Jason Cirkovic Jan 2014
The rain drips off of your hair
you stare at me
As your smile spreads across your face,
I stare into your eyes
That reflect my soul
Like the puddles on the ground
Reflecting like the raindrops
Running down your pale cheeks
The longer I stare at you,
The more I realize that this is a good as it gets.
You hold me closely
As we sway back and forth.
I wasn't certain about this
Because I never knew how to dance yet.
yet we dance to the rhythms of the raindrops dripping on ground
Holy cow we are slow dancing in the rain!
you grab on to my jacket tightly
And you said don’t let me go

Yet, my arms start slipping away from you
Like to drops of the rain
Leaking from the sky
I try to grab on but it seems like it is no use
I seem to slip and now
You are stuck in the shadows called my past
Now I laying in these four walls
Looking at the ceiling
Knowing I made Mistakes
And knowing that
You won't lend out your hand to me
For one more dance.
And it feels like my world is falling apart,
Like the paint on the walls

heh its funny
I can compare my ego
to this paint,
More you peel me apart,
The more you see who I really am
When you break down my wall of insecurity,
You see how I truly am, fake, rude, selfish
Whatever you call it,
It’s hideous because it drove the only person
That really mattered away.

This Clock laughs at me
When no one is around
“ Cant get sleep can ya?”
“ Its because your conscious is eating you up”
“It is all your fault”
“ tick tock, tick tock”

You haunt my mind
When the moon shines up in cloudy sky
As this ceiling looks like it is melting off,
Like the candle wax in an old cottage

You don't just haunt me at night
The ticks from the clocks in class
Reminds me of how many seconds
You are not with me
If time flies,
I want it to fly away
And to never come back,
So I can just stare at this ceiling.
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Oh Boy
Jason Cirkovic Jan 2014
I want to be a father, that is strange coming from a 19 year old college student.
No not just to get laid or get the girl.
I want to teach my son the world.

I want to teach him that Laughter is the best medicine
I want him to prescribe a large dosage to all of the people who are down in the dumps,

I want him to call all of the girls pretty
Because it doesn't matter how much war paint they paint on their face.
No matter how many guys told her she is ugly,
She is still that princess that is sitting on that ivory tower and
She needs that prince charming to sweep her off her feet.
And when he finds the love of his life I want him to say,
”come on down you are the only contestant in my price is right.”

I want to teach him that Chivalry isn't dead
I want to teach him that politeness isn’t dead like Elvis
dead like retro disco and that one guy from Clue
I want him to know that nice guys don’t finish last
I want him to open all of the doors and always say please and thank you because politeness is the bandage over our gaping emotional wounds left by the people who lost their insecurities in their own dusty attics.

I want to teach him that imagination is the best tool
No no wait it is the ONLY tool
I want him to know that Calvin and  Hobbes does exist
I want him to know that when he is not around,
His toys become alive and have a thriving hidden city underneath his bed.
I want him to fight the monsters in his closet while reciting Beowulf .
I want him to know that its okay to be scared
I want him to explore the dark caves in the basement and to defeat that evil dragon that rest there.
Many of you call it a furnace, but is a dragon alright?
I want to read him bedtime stories so we can fly off to our imagination fighting epic thunder storms trying to find that perfect catch.

I want to teach him the good stuff,not math or science
but ethics, politics, history, and literature
I want him to know that its okay to be fearful of the unknown
and that Ignorance is the poison to our minds

I want to make recite Hamlet or Twelfth Night, so when people are all talking trash he can say “don't make me go Shakespeare on your ***.” and for those people who stand in his way.
I must warn them that his bruises will fade and his cuts will  heal but he tells you next will never leave your heart and will haunt you for the rest of his life. So go ahead call him names, see what happens.

I want to teach him to be passionate
I want to teach him that if anyone comes up to him and tells him that he can't do what he wants. I want him to bite his thumb and say listen buddy just wait before you know it I'll be the one who will be writing  my name on the wall of glory.

Now I know I am far from perfect, and I know he will be too, but I want to teach him that this world can be perfect, if you open up your mind and heart.
Jan 2014 · 652
Love Letter To The Window
Jason Cirkovic Jan 2014
I peer through this window,
Looking through life’s magnifying glass
Examining and questioning meaning in one’s life.
When I thought all hope was lost,  I found you

Your freckles were dusted on your face like sands of Michigan
As your light blue eyes peer into a crowded room
And people seemed not to notice you,
As the group’s ego, eagerly overpowers you and makes you stay in silence.

But I notice
I noticed your quirky laugh, warm smile, and blue eyes staring at me
And I don't know why but I can't stop staring,
The outside noise ceases to exist, and I just get lost.
Lost like a rock star without a guitar or a poet without words
And it feels like a valet is taking off my coat. The Coat I often wear called stress.
Your smile warms a room like fresh baked cookies on a cold winter night.

When I'm with other people,
I start to think about what you are doing or what you are up to because you run in my mind all Night like reruns on Nick At Nite.
And for once in my life I didn't hear screaming in my head.
An old wise man once told me that if its too good to be true then it probably is,
And you know what.
He was right

Because now I peer through this window
Staring down at you, yet you never look back.
No matter how many times I tell you that you're beautiful,
you never say thank you.
Instead you took it for granted and moved on to someone else.
Someone who lacks respect or doesn't see the beautiful women you are,
And you simply flush me out. Flushed like T.P down a toilet as I call out like ET so I can phone You, but you just ignore me and flush away my existence.
You ripped out my soul, dragging around the town for everyone can see what hopeless soul you Have captured this time.

You make me feel empty.
Empty like a politician's words or empty like a newborn’s mind.
Now when I see your freckles or your Innocent eyes and
When I get lost, all I feel is pain.
I escape to my mind trying to figure out what is wrong with me?
Is it my beliefs, my lack of muscle or smarts?
And when you ask me how I’m doing, I would lie and say that I am fine and that you are not on My mind, and  you running in my mind like that TV shows that haunts my nights.
What rips me apart the most is that you are fine with your slab of meat.

So now I look down through this window,
All I see is white mist called dreams haunting my wounded heart night after night,
Dreaming that one day, I can hold you into my arms,
I can feel your lips touch mine, I can waste my time with you,
And call you mine,
But a dream is just a dream.

— The End —