smokey sunday

A flame is dancing in the desert just like always,
not a halloween as passed without a fire
and from out of the flames comes new life
Flowers will bloom and the rivers will flow
But the fire will have left its mark.
And burn so bright it hurts too look.
And rage so hot it hurts to touch
A girl was dancing in the flames
and loves so much it hurts much too much
her hair was free and so was he
to burn to a crisp.

emo approved first person

Can you see beyond the tip of your own nose?
or has your ego so clouded
your judgement, so touted
is your knowlege and i bet
you think that your tastes are well honed.

Well here is the truth so understand where im coming from
you've lost touch with the audience
as a result of your bias
toward things your own age
and older, sing songs of your praise
to the past for a raise
and maybe even convince yourself some of its good.

Its clear from your voice
that by your own choice
you ignored the possibility of letting it in
its like you took a look at the cover
and wrote down your review
so others who trust
you will write off this work
and fall into the trap of self righteous assurance
that all that is good, has already happened
and everything new is just a tribute to them.

You played the pied piper for too long and now
ill make it my goal to free them from your spell
and show them what they missed and what new is to come
all from the guise of emo approved first person.

looking through not looking: the lovesong of the loveless

On my back
the streets are slick this time of year
an anticpated first rain has caused me some pain
looking up to the heavens
and finding more rain

And puddles expanding
with every last drop
and children splashing
in every last puddle
a war has been waged that only streetlights will stop

Strange things happen when you lie horizontal
like screeching tires
avoiding my body
it would ruin their day

Theres room for two out here on the pavement
though no one has joined just yet
So i'll wait a little longer
patience is a virtue, but impatience has its moments

Time is fluid and simple on the day of a storm
Its dark and then light and then dark again
its night and then day and then night again
but the sun never rises or sets

My clothes are soaked straight throught to my skin
its cold
and its wet
but its comfort lying down

Strange things happen when you lie horizontal
when your covered in water
but exposed to the rain
Theres not a feeling or word that will help me explain
how it feels on my back, on a road, in the rain, in pain, waiting for answers, waiting for partners, waiting to get run over, waiting for streetlights, waiting to wait, and for what?
More Rain.

the happiest place on earth

I wrote this one a long time ago and i when i re-read it, i was taken back to how i felt on that day and for that reason i think this poem is worth something.

the happiest place on earth

I swear i'm the ugliest person alive
before me the world looked better
Sometimes there's nothing for me to strive
And theres nothing that could change that in this letter

Truly devastating, this state of being
Depressed and cold, a gray overtone
nothing as bright as it should be
never a sign of hope will i see

I'm drowning in the happiest place on earth
But no one will know 'til it's too late

The Fireworks light up the sky
fresh faces of lovers all intertwined
They draw closer together
like as if they were cold
And whisper their thoughts to the ones that they hold

And while riding high on the afterglow of the night
they still grasp each other and smile in delight
Yet her I sit fat and alone
Not a person to care for or call on the phone