Where will we be when the last elephant falls
I'll still be in the room
You'll be down the hall
Let's keep pretending
life's never ending
when it's really the extinction of us all

As I try to write a poem Someone's lost their home

As I try to be witty
Bombs destroy a city

As I try to create
Death is their only fate

Makes this seem so silly
Because it is

When your pockmarked and blue, no one wants you
When you're frigid and airless, no one could care less
When home's a million miles away, you don't expect anyone to stay
But when your closest friend's the sun,
why would you need anyone?

What if the best poem ever written has never been read
The best soliloquy in history never once said
What if the best song ever played had never been danced to
Simply because we weren't given the chance to
Save every draft and treasure your trash
One day they may be discerned from the ash
You could be the next Emily, I the next Poe
And like most famished artists
we'll never know

Imagine being a poet with nothing to say.
Vacant eyes fixed on your screen all day.
If a lost soul reaches out, you slap them away.
You pretend to be a poet, but you've got nothing to say.

Trash heap
Fast asleep
Walk right past
Make it fast
Cross the street
Eyes on feet
Don't dare see
What could be me

Toss out some bologna and see if it sticks
Throw time at the wall and see if it ticks
***** onto paper to see how it reads
Cut yourself with a stapler and let the words bleed
Spit on the canvas and smear it around
Build up your masterpiece, then burn it down
Leave your fingerprints in color
Don't live black and white
There's a million ways to create
There's no wrong way to write

This is it
I feel the vibe
This poem's going to stay alive

I got it now
I feel the flow
This poem's going to learn to grow

It's all okay
I feel revived
This poem's going to learn to thrive

It's too late now
I feel it slow
Back to hidden it will go...

I know what I'll do today
I'm so glad I thought of it
I think I'll spend an hour pouring out my heart
So this site can stomp on it
I'll try to be sure I don't have any rhyme or flow
I'll mention birds and trees a lot, maybe even snow (oops)
I'll have to mention love for sure and make it my life long plight
I know what I'll do today
I'll say F U to this site

Sitting here trying to yank out a poem
Uninspired, not in the zone
Seems I've written it all before
Once you write a good piece, it's hard to write more
I used to scribble just for myself
Now sometimes I feel, it's for someone else
It hurts to work on a poem and then get 20 views
Out of that, probably 2 likes or few
I won't allow myself to write for thumbs up and hearts
I can't blur where the real world ends and gigabytes start
Yeah I had to yank this out, and for now it's all I got
I'll lie and say I don't care if you like it or not

The sky lets off steam
Fireworks fill the air
They light up my corner
It's really not fair
Cuz I like to hide
Especially what's inside
But a summertime thunderstorm
Exposes all lies

A tisket or casket
Got a question
May I ask it?
What exactly is a tisket?
It sounds kinda fun
Should I risk it?
Out of the two options
I would pick it

I don't like my skin today
It doesn't fit me right
It's loose in the wrong places
Where I need room, it's too tight
The color doesn't match my mood
I don't appear slate gray
I think I might go back to bed
I hate my skin today

You don't know, but I do and it's fun to watch you dance
Believing I'm appeased and that we still have a chance

You've been dragging around my corpse for years
Entertaining yourself with my body while I brush aside tears

I hate you ya know
It's that deep rooted kind of hate too
I resent your every breath and when you take your last one
I will not miss you

Why is it always trash night?
Just another small thing I fight
Like tailpipes on the highway
And timelines that go sideways...
It's the trivial things that eat me up
Nibble by nibble, right through my gut
Don't sweat the small stuff?
****, that sounds nice
But what if the small stuff
Is your entire ******* life.

Satellites
Holy sites
Rednecks on motor bikes

Trailer parks
Golden arcs
Street lights reduced to sparks

Trash piled up
Rusted trucks
Libraries filled with dust

Blood red streams
Child's screams
The united state of broken dreams

My heart is no ashtray
It's more like an urn
It holds onto what matters
Long after it burns

Why must I always think in verse?
Is it a talent?
More like a curse
All day long songs pour through my head
But before they hit paper, they're usually dead
A few survive, most get archived and others quickly deleteted
It doesn't take more than a couple of lines to know you've been defeated

He loves her so much more than she loves him
It's terrifying
He's vulnerable now
Stripped to the bone
He's never felt this alone
She looks at him with apathy
His heart gets yanked around
He'd do anything to make her happy
But she's always looking down
Can't look him square in the eye
Can't set him free, even if she tried
He's so vulnerable now
Immersed in her hair, her scent, her eyes
She can never set him free
Even if she tries

Don't forget to do your wakeup
It's just like doing your makeup
It covers the scars
And makes you feel like a star
Just hope when you fall you land face up

Please let me out of this Jack in the box
My spring is tightly wound
So kindly grab the lever
and just spin it around
Soon I'll pop up sprightly
but surely with a frown
Then I'll gasp for some fresh air
before you stuff me way back down

Can't choose your family
That's what they say
But I'm supposed to love them anyway
They're supposed to love me, but just not as much
I'm the blonde sheep, the total ***** up
It's been years since I picked up a needle or straw
But it's true I'm still human, and loaded with flaws
Sorry I can't hide my contempt as well as you
I'm sorry you ever had to learn how to
So let's get on with the ceremony Have your little parade
Might see you again
at the next family charade

Metal, blood, and oil
plunged into the sea
Only at the hands of men
could this be
Beautiful things aren't here
for us to enjoy
Nor are they ours
to freely destroy
Yet to burn the world down
seems mankind's fate
Because of our love of money
and our nature to hate
Yes, we'll torch this innocent Earth to the ground
Till it's just another lifeless rock spinning around
And space won't remember us
neither will time
Our entire existence
an unspeakable crime
We don't deserve this place
and she doesn't deserve us
Our metal, blood, and oil
will turn her to dust

I'm just scribbling in the wind
Babbling to dead trees
I wonder why I even begin
painting portraits no one sees

I'm just spitting into a void
Barely whispering from a well
I wonder if anyone hears my voice
It's becoming hard to tell

What a foolish and evil thing to do

To strap a couple bombs to you

Run into an airport and attack

Thinking God's got your back

I had an x-ray the other day
and they found you in a special place
Figured I'd tell you just in case
you were lost...

Ever
Wonder
Why
This
Won't
Get
Any
Views
It
Must
Be
Because
I
****
It
Certainly
Can't
Be
You..

You do nothing but lie
While I do nothing but play
And we keep going around and round
wasting precious days

So you start being faithful
Hell, I'll be foolish too
And we can lie to the other's face
until we both turn blue

I loved you the moment we met
Your imperfections made me forget
About my glaring flaws that you never saw
And still have chose not to see yet