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