poems

Rude

Fuck compassion
No one is really
Compassionate anymore
Most don't even try
To fake it
Maybe they're better
That they don't lie
To themselves and the world
Barely restrained rage
Lashing out at the wrong times
Wrong places
Wrong people
They're not better
They're the same
As the rest of us
Except
They don't care.

Simple

I have no pity for you
I have lost patience
With everyone
It's easy to say
That I don't care
But it's not true
My problem is,
I do care
Too much for my own good
Too much for anyone
But I can't tell you that
Because I can see
You are the one
Who doesn't care
How simple your life
Must be.

Clear your Mind

I want my name erased
From the pages of time
I don't want attention
I don't crave affection
All the time
My world is small
But not so small
I can't see
The things I want
No part of.
I'm not blind
I'm not stupid
I just don't
Want to think so much.

No Back-up

Halfway down
We're already
Falling too fast
Am I wanted enough?
Are you?
Weaving sober
On drunk legs
How does it all end?
Can we end it all?
Cavalry's been ambushed
We're on our own now

All Gone

It's all lost now
Cliches and cold comfort
Are all anyone can offer now
They don't know
What this means
Slow reaction
Even slower crawl of time
The hands of the clock
Fall out of focus
Mean so little now
No such thing as late
When all you loved is gone
In your heart...
In your mind...
There is no comfort there
Empty phrases
Said a thousand times
When all you want
Is one more word
From the only one
Missing here.

24 Hours

In and out of existence,
What it must be like
To have that kind of freedom.
To disappear on a whim.
To be so free you don't
Even need to concern
Yourself with space and time.
While the rest of us,
Lose ourselves,
24 hours at a time.

New poems

Man I've been writing a lot lately.


Pill Popping

Just another pill
Down the throat of hopeless
It never goes away
Dull Ache of living

Just another pill
Down the throat of today
It's never enough
Always too much

Just another pill
Down the throat of tomorrow
It's not so bright
Dark always closing in.

Just another pill
Down the throat of right now
Goes down too easily
And never makes anything better.

Funny

I didn't realize
How much is wrong with me
Too big
Too clumsy
Too pale
Too human
I am the reality
That everyone is afraid of
Not ashamed
Not ugly
Not lacking
Not unhappy
Bared for the world to see
I scare you
That I am not miserable.
It means, that maybe
Just maybe
You are wrong about yourself.

Goddess

These wings they are for you
Deep blueI keep spinning 'round
Well-balanced
Un-balanced
These wings they are for you
My escape, my refuge
Refuse to turnIn the wrong direction
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
Deep blue
Spinning at the centre
These wings they are for you
Your wings, on loan
Always willing
To let me get a little
Air time
Breathing space
These wings they are yours
Don't need them anymore
Think the path is clear
Stopped spinning
Long enough
To take a breath
Make a choice
Right or wrong?
Don't know
May just be
That I'll need
Another loan.

(untitled as of yet)

I feel sick to death of this
But your words are tapping into my head
Burrowing in under my skin
It hurts like hell
And it won't stop
I want nothing more than a way out
I want nothing more than something better
I want a pill to make it go away
Or sleep to take me now
I am sick to death of this
but your words are tapping into my head
Burrowing in under my skin
These scars aren't beautiful
Like some can be
They throb and ache
And they paralize me
I am all scar tissue now, immobile, inflexible
I can't even find a way to shield myself
From the blows raining down on me
I'm not reborn, I'm dying here
I feel sick to death of this
but your words are tapping into my head
Burrowing under my skin
It hurts like hell
Even after it's stopped.