Nervous Wreck
Nervous wreck never does things right
With visions of failure in sight.
Nervous wreck can imagine all in her head
If only her daydreams could be read.
Nervous wreck meets truth and runs away
Imagines she’ll try another day.
Nervous wreck dreams of being strong
Wonders why she’s all so wrong.
Nervous wreck can only see
Visions of failure at life.
May 15, 2010 at 10:26 am | Poetry | No comments
Fickle Dreams
Wouldn’t it be great to live a dream
Lax with no work nor duties seized
No broken promises to redeem
No million people yet unpleased
No work nor responsibility
And all the lighthearted time
To work for your dreams only
To lay and hear the wind chime
Across that pleasant grassy plain
A brilliant wind-whisked stopover
Where many dreams lie slain
Torn from the fickle mind-rover
Who contemplates in thought
Imagining, feeling time’s edges rot.
Wouldn’t it be sweet to live a dream
With a one-sided cardboard beauty
With not clearly a single visible seam
Flawless life for all the world to see
No dreams nor any future hopes
No greater light to an endless strife
No reason to climb rough-torn ropes
No obligation to live a better life.
May 7, 2010 at 7:56 pm | Poetry | No comments
Spring Break
There’s a break coming soon,
I hear everyone all say.
A time when I’ll sleep till noon,
For all that nine-long day.
I can shirk my duties until
The time of break is done.
But even as I stand so still,
Clock hands know to run.
I open my eyes, finally,
And looking around I see
Marathons of duties I forgot,
That after I left to rot,
Are then again within my care
Leaving me now with much to bear.
April 11, 2010 at 10:56 pm | Poetry | No comments
Just Cause
I haven’t the reason to care,
Not one bit, not the slightest bit,
For that relic over there.
That once upon a life,
A person I knew who called
Himself the name of me
Did give his worth to
What I now do see.
I haven’t the reason to care,
None, no reason at all
To worry of happenings
In a cause I left.
But today I have
A Just Cause
To care for the past
I once let go.
To care for those things
I left to waste.
And all those opportunities
I made myself miss with
A Just Cause.
A Just Cause,
Which is a fickle thing
That lends itself to
My moment’s whim
Yet when these whims
Forever shift and change,
Just causes rearrange.
April 10, 2010 at 12:06 am | Poetry | No comments
Taking Forever
In this barren field of forever,
There lies a fresh sprung sprout,
Buried under winter snow.
We call her promise.
A promise waiting to be kept,
Meant to last and blossom
To beautiful spring from
When seldom tears are wept.
I stand on my side of
This double-knotted obligation,
Pinkies crossed and hoping
The other endures the duration.
He calls it naivete,
That cynic over there.
I’ll do what I do and hope,
For the everlasting promise
Of fresh new change.
But before forever’s done,
Chances say I’ll be gone,
And in that double knot untied,
The lonely side left is one.
April 9, 2010 at 11:53 pm | Poetry | No comments
Everlasting Chore
The minutes roll by like rocks,
Tumbling down a level floor.
I’m stuck in my little quaint box,
A world with an unopened door.
And the minutes just go by.
And some birds are flying by.
And some wind is blowing by.
Here I am, just getting by.
Getting by and again I play
With the same old worn toys
That yesterday I put away
But now softly make a noise.
I discover every trick of same,
In this lone monotonous game
Where I rearrange my mental food
Till my mind takes a fresher mood.
And I’m never satisfied with the work,
Always doing and wanting some more,
So maybe it’s time to veer the fork
And finally end this everlasting chore.
March 29, 2010 at 3:31 am | Poetry | 1 comment
Nonsense
I want to write another poem,
Though I said I wouldn’t.
My mind is starting to roam,
Though I think it shouldn’t.
I’d write with a different tone,
Or shape my words like a cone.
I’m improvise a line or two,
Maybe risk looking like a foo’.
I’d base all my stuff off rhymes
Because I’ll never have to think,
Except for a few seldom times
When my mind starts to blink.
But I’ll never know what I did,
Or what thoughts I’ve got to rid.
I’m not sure why I’m wasting space,
So I suddenly want to erase.
Yet even though only I’ll ever care
About this whirl of worthless words,
I’d smile to think they were ever there.
So having made my last accords,
I’d write away the end of insanity,
This fostered world of important ole’ me.
March 29, 2010 at 2:46 am | Poetry | No comments
2:21 AM
It’s late at night, so I think of tomorrow,
Or later today as my calendar might say,
And thus I imagine the chances of sorrow,
And figure the price I paid for today.
I’m ready to fall right flat on my head,
For not sleeping like my parents said.
And come nine hours there’s a math test;
I betcha my brain’ll be taking a rest.
But I have to type these lines of irony,
So my tomorrow’s self may get to see
That today I thought the cost was fine;
For the brightness of a day’s smile shine,
Though earned by foolish trifling gains,
Is in the future but a dream that wanes.
March 29, 2010 at 2:24 am | Poetry | No comments
Regret
It’s funny how
the first memories
bring wishes
that
i was
the better friend
to You.
February 27, 2010 at 10:12 pm | Poetry | 1 comment
Legit Emo Poem
I want to write a depressing poem.
I want to call it “Crying at Night.”
I want to call it “Loneliness and Fright”,
“End of Life” or “Meaningless Strife.”
I want to tell the world I’m feeling down,
And I want to tell them why.
I try not to be the first to frown,
But come the start of night, I cry.
I cry for the smallness I feel,
The insignificance that seems so real.
I cry for the loss of friendship,
For I was the one who let it slip.
I cry for the futility of goals,
That for all my work no smile shows.
I cry for the gone-by past,
The time I let things go by fast.
I cry for the me I see,
Weakness searching for pity.
I cry for those things I do not know,
And so I drift off into sleep
Tears gone, nothing to weep.
I contemplate that thought,
Upon which a suicidal mind is wrought.
I imagine I am surrounded by smiles,
Even walking around a thousand miles.
I fade away and forget there’s day.
That come tomorrow, I’ll try again.
That for my life I have a plan,
And so many reasons to stay.
I write these words myself I shun,
But I’d rather shout into some ink
Than see my thoughts forever run,
Hiding shame and hoping you see.
February 21, 2010 at 10:59 am | Poetry | No comments