POEMS!

So due to working more than usual this week I didn't have time to do a review. Instead, I'm going to post all of the poetry (written by me) that I have saved on my computer. I hope you enjoy it and I'll have a review up like normal next week.

A Matter of Life

Tonight I felt the old familiar sting

And with a rhyming thought I brought out the ol' White Screen

Should I follow in Big's footsteps and muse about bitches and bling,

or join Dylan's search for the answer to everything?

Maybe I'm naive but I have a hunch,

Being myself is gonna be enough

No more trend hopping or name dropping

It's time that I do some serious soul searching

Will depressants and psychedelics be the key,

or is my life in need of some cold and clear sobriety?

Is this supposed to be a lonely journey,

or will I find more enlightenment kickin' it with my lady?

Wait, ignore that pretentious obsession with wisdom

All I want is to be happy.

A Present For My Editor

Waking to the sound of sirens

Did you really think that there'd be silence?

With a mask, no sign

Will this ever be behind us?

Hidden with the help of sex and drugs

“You're either on the bus or off the bus.”

I've seen their nest and it looks more like a coop

When you escape you can return

Just throw everyone you know for a loop.

 A Question of Fidelity

You are the most beautiful ghost in my window

I hold my breath as I watch you disappear, real slow.

Should I feel guilty for not wanting to let you go?

Is it cheating if all I crave is a wave, smile or simple “hello”?

Eye Wish I Was Just Like You, Mr.Eye

I took all the cowboys out back and shot them

I made them beautiful coffins from pieces of my self-confidence

I traded in my Smith & Wessons for shiny new neuroses

I looked at pictures of my former-selves and they asked “What's the difference between you and us?”

“I can smile, you can trust”

Look Up This Time

Thoughts of last night are torturing me

We gave into “I love you” 's and lust after a failed world war three

Playing with the black and white I'm inspired to let out all the amazing you see in me

Sitting still, thoughts of happiness like this used to make me ill

Jealous, I got angry instead of wishing others well

Luckily, this time I have a different story to tell

Maybe this time it'll be something I can sell

With chords and a scream written in my own little heaven, leading your thoughts out of hell

“There's nothing you can or should do within the next 24 hours”

A conversation that led to thoughts of first dates and flowers

Mimicking the heroes that brought us so close, I tried desperately to convince you of my powers

To make you happy and laugh, time travel to your hurts and take them all back

With my hands on your spine I pray that you'll put up with this bed of pain one more time

As far as I know this is a rare occasion

A friendship like ours escalating into nothing less than love and passion

As my head tries to heed an old lesson something inside me screams “what use is caution?”

 Online/Offline

Is anyone else annoyed by this disappearing act?

Or is it a form of protest,

jumping off the digital map?

Maybe I'm taking it too seriously, this virtual slap.

I should walk away, turn the other cheek.

The machines are tired

It's time for a digital nap.

Scholastic Blues

Chin up, slacker

This is the exact opposite of being there for her

Of course the nightmare is gonna come true

The lecture halls were so much brighter and warmer before you

A glimpse at the old life

Would you rather not be subjected to this attention plight?

I'd be nothing but gracious if you took a fifth, final flight

Permanent and devastating

Educational, cleansing.

Sometimes Sailing Sucks

With a lack of supplies we scour the ocean

surrounded by a terrible silence, starving and broken.

The remains of our vessel is smoking,

On alert with bloodshot eyes, the captain and I feverishly inhale.

How often are we going to argue about who decided to set sail?

The sharks are making noise again

Demanding the fish we don't have,

how else are we going to get their precious flakes of skin?

“I'm so glad no one else has seen the monsters we've been”

“Me too, now shut up, put this on your tongue and pray that God didn't see a thing.”

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Dear Perfection

Right now it's obvious that distance is the wrong selection

Anxious to not let you forget me

I wanted to fill your backpack with loving heartsick poetry

Maybe before you get back I'll put this to a melody

Why not? You obviously bring out the artist in me

I hope the ocean treats you well

Jamming on the porch where it all began

I hope my love for you rings out like a bell

I know I've said this before but

You're an angel the universe lets accompany me on my occasional missions through hell

I'm sorry (I know, I owe you money) for all the sadness I let you see

I promise when you get back we'll do nothing but soak in the happy

I'll show you how much you mean to me and all the amazing things I believe we can be

 War Is Groovy

Before I flew to the desert I wrote music praising Jesus and The President

Beer and rifles in the woods, voices shouting:

“There's no way I'm letting Timmy Taliban into my hood!”

Now I have wind at my back and a bomb in my hands

covered in blood, melting the sand.

Tell my kids daddy was the first one to take a stand,

and famous for writing the blueprint of being a man.

I bleed for Texas tea

I bleed for your machinery

I used to be clear and the creatures in my belly filled land dwellers with fear

Bleeding profusely, I challenge all of you to return my riches.

How does it feel to watch fish choking on your wishes?

Your children will choke on it too;

and good luck, by the way, convincing them that water was blue.