"mraz" poems
I want to mark my body with
bruises from deep kisses
adventure laden scars
and a mouthful of Mraz’s words
inked under my skin saying
“We’ve got some joy in this thing”
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
I think the end is mine to write (Cry For You, September)
Tell me darlin’ where do we begin? (Feel Good Drag, AnBerlin)
And if I die baby just know that I never got over you (Clocks Remix, Tito Lopez ft. Coldplay)
I’ll never give myself to another like I gave it to you (Rehab, Rihanna)
Cause anything worth my love is worth a fight (I’m Free, Kenny Loggins)
You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling (Sugar Sugar, Baby Bash ft. Frankie J)
Why deny it? It cannot wait I’m yours (I Won’t Say I’m In Love, Hercules) (I’m Yours, Jason Mraz)
Why don’t you sit right down and stay awhile? (Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?, She and Him)
We can share a cigarette cause we’re both fools (Yesterday, Atmosphere)
I can’t believe that’s what you said, I wonder am I sick? (Disco, Metro Station)
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me (Soundtrack 2 My Life, KiD CuDi)
Nothin’ heard nothin’ said, can’t even speak about it (Disturbia, Rihanna)
Cause when a heart breaks, it don’t break even (Breakeven, The Script)
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore (The Fear, Lily Allen)
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore (The Fear, Lilly Allen)
Take me to all that we had, the good and the bad (Never Forget You, Lupe Fiasco ft. John Legend)
These tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air and refuse to fall (Crooked Teeth, Death Cab For Cutie)
This is the way it’s really going down, is this how we say goodbye? (What Goes Around, J.T.)
Know that you could set the world on fire (Walking On Air, Kerl)
If you are strong enough to leave your doubt (Walking On Air, Kerl)
But baby, you make me better (You Make Me Better, Ne Yo ft. Fabulous)
And it makes me feel so fine I can’t control my brain (Island in the Sun, Weezer)
I keep on runnin’ and nothin’ helps, I can’t get away from you (Erase Me, KiD CuDi ft. Kanye West)
We can’t rewind now, we’ve gone too far (The Internet Killed the Video Star, The Limousines)
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you (Reflections, Atmosphere)
No matter where I am, no matter what I do, I’m always coming back home to you (Always Coming Back Home to You, Atmosphere)
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 3:20 PM UTC
I sit still
As I listen to a few songs
Mayer, Mraz and so on
I listen to their wise
Their empathic words
I wish I could talk
To someone, anyone
That I could trust
I wonder why I can't
As someone proclaims
They'll fight for me
Get to the root of it for me
I am nearly brought to tears
How long has it been
Since someone did that
Not simply ran away
Because they saw
That I was in a difficult
A terrible situation
How long have I begged for
Someone to do for me
That I did for them
How long?
As I sit quietly and ponder
I start talking
To the only one I trust
- My laptop
My words are hitching
In between
With silent sobs
My eyes have lost their
Ability to cry
Have grown cold
No longer have the
Strength to cry
I want to break down
But only in the arms
Of someone who cares
I look around
There's no one
Of course
What else did I expect
What else could I expect
What else dare I expect
I crouch down
Cover my face
As I start laughing
I am so torn apart
That I can't even see
The point of it all
What I would do
To simply last till
Tomorrow morning
Not just give in
Tonight, tonight.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 9:17 AM UTC
Entanglement: First Poem of the Day
We awake simultaneously, syncopated.
Guests next door,
Can't risk love making noises at five am,
*A noisy first coffee of the day,
An oops, unintended,
Guest wake-up call.*
Nope.
So, instead,
We ear-insert our buds, white flowers,
You, to the Land of Thrones, yay,
Me, to the land, nay,
The island of my
Secret poetry life.
I'm carried there on music-waves,
A Motet For Five Voices and
Jason Mraz, Tracy Chapman, Billy Joel,
Pandora's music box escapees.
Pandora's an oddball shuffler,
Just like me.
You read/listen/sleep head-resting upon
My good arm, my cunning one,^
And I leftist type write, hunt and peck at 6:00 Am,
And tho we will not fluids exchange,
I smile at our white wires all crossed up
As metaphor for our
Heart's happy entanglement.
^ Psalm 137
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
6:15Am
June292013
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
We were sitting in metal lawn chairs, off balance,
rocking between one chair leg and the next
on the cracked sidewalk just in front
of some ice cream shop I don’t remember the name of.
But I do remember how the drips of melted chocolate
looked like two teardrops sitting on your orange shirt collar,
and I do remember how the breeze would fit
through the triangle-shape of sky in the crook of your elbow
as you leaned in on the table just to steal a lick from my cone.
I hate salmon and sea foam colors, but somehow the reflection
of the bold letters in the metal shine of the counter looked good
on your cheekbones, highlighting you in the softest ocean neon.
And I thought we’d take a walk on the shore like a Jason Mraz song,
but we just made love in the hotel room, my sand-stained bikini bottoms
drying on the balcony ledge, seagulls landing on your socks
with the toes still soaked cause we just couldn’t wait
to jump in, like I do to your skin, when we’re alone and dancing
on top of one another to the muffled sound of the waves
hitting the screens of the sliding door.
I could pack myself
for months inside of you, just travel through your smile like a boarding pass.
And you’d think I’d be out of words by now, but I savor you
like sour patch kids on the car ride, stuffing my face with your sweetness
until my tongue is sore and I have to remedy myself
with another night of tangling myself
in your arms like umbrella stands, shading me
from the curve of the sun as it dies,
fading into the night like we do
when we toss ourselves into our cheap, road trip evenings,
all the money we shouldn’t have spent, and the way our bodies line up
end to end.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Wind whips, whistling in the seat belt,
Crooning along to the emotional ululations
As I succumb to the emphatically teenager-like emotions,
Grand in their extremity,
Both realizing and fully embracing the cliché-ness
And dramatization of every quip, gesture, glance.
My mood soars irrationally with the voraciousness of my tires,
Devouring every granule of cement at velocities upwards
Of 30 miles per hour.
Jason Mraz and I make an excellent duet,
As I’m quite certain the disgruntled woman a lane over
At the stoplight thinks as well.
He sings of skies “getting rough”
And I allow my eyes to wander to our own ominous clouds,
Creeping from the east like panthers prowling in search of prey;
I appreciate their slate undertones and umber rumples,
The gold shining from behind and within, tinting their edges,
But I turn my attentions slowly, with a bittersweet notion,
To their fluffy brethren, friends of Magritte,
Iridescent and captivating as they weave among the rays.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
jason mraz
is not jazz
he is just a boy
with a toy
with a voice
but not my choice
i remember
i savor
the flavor
of the past
i am growing
old
let me sleep
silence
not a peep
enough
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:38 PM UTC
You're the kid
Who didn't have anxiety
Growing up
You're the kid
Who was never abused
Parents didn't lay a finger on me
You're the kid
Who didn't fit in your Christian family
Black sheep
You're the kid
Who saw everyone else suffer
But not you
...not you...
The few friends you had
When they left, were they worthy?
Or did you **** it up again?
Your faith is misfired, again
Schizophrenic
A brittle child and a brute
Did you spare your skin the razor
Just to cut your heart on glass?
Chew and swallow every shard
You're four drinks in tonight, Jack
Your mind on repeat
Thinking of lost things
...fleeting things...
Jason Mraz serenades your
Buzzed mind
"I Won't Give Up"
That was "the song" for her
You gave up Jack
Pour the fifth glass
You're just a kid
Playing catchup on anxiety
Growing old
You're just a kid
Savoring every sharp word
Disappointment
You're just a kid
Quitting faith when it's hard
Begging for love when you're alone
You're just a kid
Suffering and nobody sees you
Just me
...yeah...
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
My God, your God, our God, no God
The bickering drones on and on for days
Despite the gruesome injustices repeated in time
We still fight, we still push and pull in all ways!
What good does it do to prove someone else wrong?
Does it make you more right? Does it help us get along?
How can we call ourselves elite, evolved and free
When we can't let go of our choke holds and just let it all be?
Let it be. Lennon had it right. Live high. Mraz did too.
And I didn't need a book or doctrines to develop this view.
No, these philosophies were communicated through song
Frequencies and vibrations that bypass all "right" and all "wrong."
We're all just doing our best
To stand tall and hold up our chest
To walk paths filled with smiles and sunny skies
And skip those filled with darkness and filthy lies
We just want to love,
though it sounds so cliche
Peace, happiness and acceptance for all
These drinks are on me, so, drink up, I say.
Drink 'til you're drunk on positive vibes
Let them shake your iron fist loose
Let go, for once, of your need to win
Otherwise we're just tightening this ridiculous noose.
I don't know about you, but I don't wish to hang
With guilt on my mind for persuading you to change
So I'll just stand back and offer peace of mind:
Follow your bliss, let it be, smile, and live high!
- BPW
12/25/2013
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
i said i'm sorry i said i wanted to come home i said i loved you the world is so ****** up why the **** did i leave you why in hell did i make you leave why did we paint the kitchen wall yellow it looks horrible. **** this **** this all. baby i want you back--i love you; i love the way you smell like fire, i love the way you used to look at me when you thought i wasn't looking at you (i am always looking at you); darling i love you like i loved the way my mother would watch my father come home from the gym all sweaty and gross and would tell him she'd still choose him over brad pitt even if he looked and smelled like this all the time, and i love you more than my dad loved my mother every time she told him that and **** sweetheart--bloody ******* hell i do not know why i didn't look at you more often or why i didn't bring you breakfast in bed or why i smiled at that boy at the subway station two days ago (maybe because he had your eyes) and i smoked hundred-and-seventy-two cigarettes since you left even though i quit two years ago and i spent all my money on things i'd never let you buy because "they were useless" and **** sweetheart, i miss you and i don't know why i didn't appreciate the way you sung under the shower (very out of tune) because every morning i wait for you to start singing that ******* jason mraz song (i'm yours) before i realise you're not going to ******* sing it because you're not ******* here and you're not ******* mine (i'm still yours).
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
It is on the open Midwest roads
the names of the states fade away,
as it really does all look the same.
Sunlight seems to be pouring in
from every window of our worn out Honda minivan.
The electric doors never stop rattling,
as the tires beat across these soft grey roads.
Inside this vessel I lay horizontal across the last row of seats;
all to myself, it was my cubby hole of the world,
that encased so many memories.
It is now just a place in my mind,
but at palace at that.
I am 14 years old and have "borrowed" my sisters iPod.
I shuffle through old Jason Mraz songs,
and stare at my bare feet pressed flat against the window above me.
I watch the clouds as they seem to be going in between my toes,
and once again feel the openness of this place,
my home, sink into my bones.
I think back to that last family road trip,
And I know I never left.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
What's gone wrong with you?
You aren't talking to me.
What are you going through?
Do I matter anymore?
Or have you pushed me out the door?
I always felt our song to be
"I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz
And I think you might have seen that
to be true
if you would have ever let me through
Instead you held me at arms length
When all I ever wanted
Was to be there for you
And for how hard I tried, I never knew
Why I wasn't meant to be with you
The apple of my eye
The star in my sky
How you have rotted away
How you have pushed me away
As you kept it all inside
Now that I'm done and through with you
I can step back and finally see
Just how bad you were for me
And how I treated you too well
Causing me untold pain and controversy
I can't believe you would bring him back to life
Expect me to stand on the sidelines for round two
All he will ever do is hurt you (and me too)
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 8:20 PM UTC
Do you remember that time you walked into the street light?
As Stephanie sat there cracking jokes about being extremely bright.
Do you remember how we used to swim in that terribly cold pool?
As you lured me close to you and pushed me underwater like a fool.
Do you remember when I sang for you?
Jason Mraz's I'm yours
As you were doing your homework or as you called it 'chores'
Do you remember half the things I won't ever forget about our time?
As you left me with the memory of the last knock combined with wind chimes
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
“You are an island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea” —Jason Mraz
* * *
"Talk to John about your ****
"Got fired for that ****
"Got paid to do ****
"No **** really"
"Its all the same **** different day"
" Words are only words, you ain't ****
" Time to get woke, and get **** done."
"oops, just Sharted"
" You'll pay for that criminal **** if you didn't know"
"Shiiiit"
" Don't sleep where you shat"
" Don't **** where you eat"
"Quit the **** if it don't help your **** or better your ****
*
"Ain't that some messed up ****
" **** has hit the fan. "
" Is this **** legal? "
" That's some racist **** "
" I didn't sign up for this **** "
" Don't blame your **** on gin & juice. "
" **** is dope. "
" What a **** hole they live in. "
" What kind of **** are you trying to sell now? "
" Call that **** for what it is. "
" You lying piece of **** "
*
"why not enjoy the Go?"
"It was like getting **** on."
"The **** that comes out of some mouths, i swear..."
"Don't you touch that **** You get hooked on that **** "
" At a hundred dollars a plate, that **** better be delicious"
" Shit's better on paper. "
" What's all this **** about? Who did that **** "
" This is my **** get your own **** "
" Yours smells like everyone else's **** it ain't roses. "
" Bury the sticky **** "
"That **** hurt, but once you're numb you can't feel ****
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC