writings

Just Words

I wrote a poem about the dead
It was glorious indeed
Most people think of poems as living things
Things you can read into whatever way you please
Shakespeare still helps single uninspired men
His words would out live him
And survive through endless time
But that thought never occurred to him
Nothing about his life matters outside the page

Just words

I'll Never

I’ll never get to see the distant future.

Or understand the mysteries of science that won’t be revealed in my lifetime.

Or know if there is life out there.

Or see racism and homophobia die out for good.

I’ll never get to experience the 1000th Academy Awards

Or see Ghostbusters 4 at this rate.

My tiny eyes can only take in my tiny life

It’s a grand life and I’ve seen a lot happen

And I live better than most of human history

I get a voice and a record through the strokes of a key

Idea Man

am an idea man
But they’ve been trapped in there far too long
I want to let them out
And give them life out on their own

But they’ve been with me forever
And I don’t want to say goodbye
They’ve been my best friends
And stayed with me my whole life

I want to repay the loyalty
But I know that isn’t fair
Some of them would survive quite well
In a world of mediocrity

Get Psyched

I’m going to stay up until I’m too tired to sleep

I’m going to eat whatever the hell I want

Don’t tell me how to live

It’s your turn to count some sheep

I have some more living to do before I’m dead

I feel like I’m going to explode from within

I feel like I need to go out and sin

The world is here now and I’m a part of it

I better do this now before I lose all my nerve

Listen to your heart beat with all that blood

That’s how you know you still have some time left

Go out there and take life by the balls

Fix Myself

Fix Myself (click here to listen to audio with music)
 

I really don’t know why

Nothing now is fun

I’m a boring type of guy

I used to be out there

Playing the whole crowd

Now I just don’t care

If they’re even around

Nothing’s now the same

Everything I do is strange

I don’t know my name

What has caused this change?

Can you explain it to me?

How’d it come to this?

It’s not how I’m to be

First 21 Pages

I woke up here in bed
Think I slept for about a week
I look up at the ceiling
How long was I asleep?
Doesn’t matter I say
I have things to do today
Like get oil in my car, go to the bank, and mail a check
Wait I don’t have any money and my car’s a wreck
So I guess I don’t have anything I should be doing now
But it still feels like I have something to do somehow
Can’t remember what it is or what it pertained to
Oh wait I say out loud
No that wasn’t it
Err was it?
I can’t remember now

Embrace the Mirth

Would like to try this out
Let’s give up on all our fears
Every single one
Live out loud
And do away with doubt
Let’s wipe it all away
Dismantle everything
And embrace the mirth

Let’s see what happens
If we all indulge
How much better off
Could it maybe be
Now understand me

I’m not pushing this
It just adds up
Maybe we’re missing out
Could we all stand together
As we stand apart

Day One

First day of school

Kindergarten

I should be happy

But I want to go home

I want to run screaming

I hate this place

I hate these people

I am so small

It’s why I’m consumed

My hate is bigger than me

I ride the bus home

I sit in the back

I stare out the window

My hallow eyes

She sits in the back too

She is avoiding the smiles

It’s hard to smile back

When you want to die

I ignore her

She ignores me

We don’t notice each other

We’re perfect

Craig the Mouse

Craig the Mouse
You’re probably dead
You should have lived
But you died instead

You came around
And said hello
I always liked it
I hope you know

Little feet
Running on the ground
You were afraid
Of every sound

It wasn’t fun
Cleaning up your shit
But I kind miss it
Just a little bit

And you got into
All of my stuff
Then you’d run away
But not far enough

WIth all the nerve
That I observed
You were a friend
Until the end

Compelled to Speak

The world is only changed by those that are compelled to speak

When the crowds go your way, you may sit back and listen

There is no need to overuse your voice

But the masses part slowly and before you know,

Your silence has  lead the talkers to victory

There is no rule that those that are good win

Only those that don’t shut up climb the mountain

Your words break their footing as they near the summit

And you can watch them slip as they stumble

There is no rule that those that speak are good

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