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
Words in the Air
I could keep on thinking
Those thoughts I never speak.
I could keep on blinking
And closing my eyes like that.
Always into space I stare.
You don’t know how obvious
My thoughts may feel
Like words floating in air.
February 21, 2010 at 1:52 am | Poetry | No comments
Crowd
Surrounded.
By people I know.
People.
For each,
I have a word.
A word and
Nothing more.
Nice.
Smart.
Jerk.
Clumsy.
Me.
Behind a crowd of words,
I search for the missing you.
A paragraph of prose,
Lyric of song, or meter of poem.
Anything goes
For the words of your tome.
February 21, 2010 at 1:40 am | Poetry | No comments
On the heavier side
Watch the candle blow away,
The way those characters watch
When considering the short of day.
Watch the fire-light disappear,
Go away, and never reappear.
Hold the match in your hand.
It’s used and worn and all pretend.
If I could light this candle
Once again.
I’d live that life where
I never ran.
February 21, 2010 at 1:29 am | Poetry | No comments
TV Screen
Happy endings are the beginning
Of a story full fresh
With losing and winning.
And when I remember
How I thought things were,
I know I create your story
Into something more.
Cause I’ll never know what’s seen
Backstage, behind that TV screen.
February 18, 2010 at 8:04 pm | Poetry | No comments
Window
It’s hard to not close
Those window shutters
When the light shows
And blinds your eyes.
.
A new day will rise,
You hear yourself say.
.
But the sun is there,
Already.
And all you have to fear
Is to see.
February 18, 2010 at 7:54 pm | Poetry | No comments
Emo Poem
A lonely ant drifts off to sea.
On a log and analog,
His life is plain.
A lonely ant ponders.
Why he cannot swim,
When on this sea,
He acts by whim.
A lonely ant is confused.
Because an ant
Was never meant be.
Drifting in a sea.
Looking water at his feet,
Sitting, falling off his seat.
A lonely ant imagines:
There is nothing wrong.
January 16, 2010 at 2:28 pm | Poetry | No comments
Jealousy Is Illogical
A friend of old today I saw again.
No longer young and bright of age was he,
Yet less did time change he than most of man
For in his heart was purpose same to be.
When through the course of times stayed rested I,
Forever standing was this stubborn friend.
While all the fickle days I lived a lie,
So ever firm was he and firm to end
For clear to him was all the life he knew.
Through all the days, he did sustain me so
Because for reason, he had reason true
To be resigned from plagues of all we know.
So finally, confesséd I to Chair,
“Oh, Chair! I envy thou who’s always there!”
October 22, 2009 at 8:33 pm | Poetry | No comments
One Sitting
Start now, it says
Start now, not later.
I will start.
And I do.
And I still do.
And I keep do.
And I watch my watch,
Finally.
No worries, it lies,
The will is timeless.
Tomorrow I will start.
Tomorrow I do.
Tomorrow I don’t.
October 15, 2009 at 8:18 pm | Poetry | No comments
To Play With Words
To play with Words
is to never be bored,
to always have many friends,
friends who
You do not know,
not fully,
not surely.
explore, explore,
ask away,
spend the day
with Old Friends,
friends who never told
all they could do.
October 11, 2009 at 12:32 pm | Poetry | No comments