All on my own!There's a feeling kinda like jet lag
When you haven't written something for a while and
You wonder, "Why haven't I written anything?"
Maybe it's because there's been too much to do
Too much to stress about?
But if you're stressed, wouldn't that cause something brilliant?
It usually does.
Even then, a bit of randomness that
MAKES NO SENSE
Should pass itself off as genius.
So what is this?
A poem or a rant? You pick.
A poetic rant? Can those be poetic?
I've always wondered how slam worked.
I can't slam poetry.
Somewhere back in the fifteenth age of the world, people started slamming
Doors, words, hammers, women, all sorts of junk.
I initially cringe at slamming.
But to let the energy gradually exit the tips of my fingers
And the tip of my tongue
From the nodes and rods and cones and cortex of my brain
That poetry comes freer and sweeter.
It may never stay within my memory, but once it has been
Written; captured with an inken audience; set in a grave stone
Brought to life on a
Aside From EverythingHow old were we? Maybe ten or eleven?
I always got you confused with this other friend I had.
Now you two look completely different, and I think you turned out much prettier than her.
The funniest thing about you is that your hair would get shorter and shorter, instead of growing long like mine did. But we both settled with some kind of red color, and we're proud of it.
I don't know how we did it. Come to think of it, we weren't extremely close then. It wasn't until we were about thirteen where we really came to see how great we were as friends.
It was after that moving fiasco you had.
Your parents divorced and suddenly you had to live in Texas for a while.
And then for some reason you stayed in Tennessee for a bit too.
But the best surprise was having you back a year and a half later. I remember being so amazed and happy.
And then we met her.
How cool was it that we became a trio?
The clarinet, the trumpet, the I-play-everything-I-touch. Pretty much.
You two were both awesome dancers.
Lucid Rhapsody"Your eyes haunt my dreams
Your touch moves my bones
You're the child inside of me
Yearning to burn
You have glossed my reality
The mere substance of mystery
A spinning top over my past
Sequestered by youth...."
[VINYL SCRATCH AND REWIND THE TAPE.]
Alright I don't need to sugar coat it anymore.
You are honestly all I want right now.
You may think that's weird, or crazy - it might even creep you out.
We don't truly know each other.
If you know my name, I would be surprised.
But I have an eye out for you.
I know your face, your voice, and the way you look people in the eye.
I know what you wear, the way you smile.
We've seen each other around too often.
You've seen my face. You've looked at it as if you've been meaning to, and I wonder.
Why would you do that?
How could I let this happen to me?
More like the food I want a Doctor's (as in The Doctor) Lifetime Supply of.
I won't truly be satisfied until I see you again.
Just seeing you will give me the right b
LunaYou are a drop of sunshine on a leaf of peppermint tea topped with whipped cream that smells like the rain on a Tuesday afternoon where you walk in the garden and let your hair down and feel like a clown in their best suit on Sunday, but the best part is it's spring and the flowers are lifting their dry hands to warm in the fire of your hearth trapped in the Earth that keeps spinning around in a dance of angels who carry your dreaming form to a bed of clouds and you sleep safe and sound in the arms of the ones who love you.
The GutterWe are all in the gutter
It is the nature we have been given
The status and the being
Each of us the same in our own corner
But all the same we have variety
Each of us is surrounded by filth
Mold that has grown over the ages
Rain that has eroded away the borders of our home
Creatures carrying numerous diseases
Slime, mud, guck, dust, moss, algae, feces, fungi
All of these things are seeping into our bones
The more we see it, the more we feel it, the more we breathe it
The poison loses its effects
Many of us take pride in standing this hellhole
We've grown up here
We've come to understand it better in the dark than in the light
Surviving in the pit has made us strong
It would be the greatest honor only to prove our strength more
Prove it by enduring the gutter forever
You only build muscle by tearing it down
You only bleed enough when you sweat enough
Having no fear to face the grime on your hands
Giving no shame upon the horrors so often exposed around you
This leaky gutter cannot kill