******* tired of trying to be
                                        Atlas
I need to be me for a change
dlrow ym fo thgiew eht
rednu gnilbmurc m'I

So I'm done
I quit
I will show emotion
**** that facade
**** always smiling

Because right now
I'm pouring the chocolate syrup
All over the floor
And I've gotta say
This
Feels
Great

LIESLIESLIES
I am the essence of
LIESLIESLIES
I make my memory through
LIESLIESLIES
I leave a legacy of
LIESLIESLIES
I give you nothing but
LIESLIESLIES**
A hypocrite and liar,
Once displayed
Is nothing more

I keep remembering the day I told you
About what happened to me.
I caught you before you left to go workout
After class and I smiled at you.
You smiled back, asked me, "What's up?"
And cocked your head to the side to
Send me back that boyish smile of
Yours my way.

I stepped closer (into the vicinity of your enticing cologne)
And I said, "I have an issue."
You looked into my eyes deeply and stepped closer,
Not knowing that you might need the extra room
Between us for later. Your voice dropped from
A carefree tone to a profound tone in which
You only knew to take because of what you
felt in the air between us.

You asked, "Is it boy issues?" And you looked at me
So intensely that I knew I just couldn't bear to
Say it anymore.

I tried to laugh it off, I backed up a bit and
I started for the door. I said back, "Yeah,
It's something like that." And I said goodbye.
I could hear it in your voice as you
Told me 'goodbye' that you
Wanted to listen, but you just
Weren't so sure of
How to say
It.

the demands of lilred's friends are too high
they are too expensive to keep.

she was too tired today
didn't sleep
drank a large coffee in the morning
a rockstar in the afternoon
three more coffees in the evening
all because these friends required her presence
to keep their social activities alive
lilred is in trouble now
too much caffeine and anxiety problems don't mix
they want her when she is awake
but when she is scared and alone
they don't bother
stomach hurting
head aching
back prickly
red is in trouble...
why don't they care

Poems are where you find 'em

Find 'em so easy,
It is not my fault,
Don't always spend hours on my craft,
Rather add 'em to the vault.

Like somebody once wrote,

"No matter that plain words are my ordinary tools
With them I shall scribe the small,
Cherish the little, grab the middle.
Simplicity my golden rule.
Write they say, about what you know best,
Surely in the diurnal motions,
The arc of daily commotion,
Do we not all excel?"

So if I saw my lady in half
To make her and you laugh,
Is that not still a poem, tho,
Half-assed?

Don't be angry at me if poems,
-They come at me at all angles,
-Crunch like shells neath my flip-flops,
-If your face moves me,
-If your angry bird poems
-Make me crazier at 2:00am
-Come in between heartbeats and ******* breathing regular
-Come with cloudy milk in my tea, biscuits stale
-Come from my machine gun brain that fires
so hot, they replace the barrel every 5 minutes
-If no good, too bad for you
-If I don't obey the rules
-I don't got
-Gee, all I did was write down in words
-What you made, presented to me
-And cared about

For,
Like the kid said,
"In the arc of daily commotion
Do we not all excel?"

That kid, he knew, what I mean to say,
But he said it so much better,
Someday, wanna be like that talented kid,
Like him, like me, when I was younger,
And an even bigger fool.

1:48am Sept. 2, 2013