poems
Inner Rubble
0Inner Rubble (10/23/2005)
Locked behind the shell of all the confidence I’m lacking
I’m so lost inside a hell of a life with paper backing
It’s hard, I’m always tracking and looking for deception
And pray that you’ll attack me with the plans of your conception
So at the smallest little mention of a word that could be hurtful
I let it beat me down until I’m black and blue and purple
I’ll be running in a circle ’til you reach point of departure
Everytime somebody leaves, the trust becomes much harder
But, it’s hard to disregard her when you see what’s down inside her
Someone to level out but needs me there to guide her
And walk, right there, beside her as I try to crack the shell
So I can open up my heart and expose my only self
Now I’m so confused ’bout the path of life I’ve chosen
I’m so cold to the whole world, my soul is better frozen
And if it were to open, I’m afraid of finding pain
I’ve been there once before and it’s not my kind of game
So I made a choice to change and to close up who I am
Use logic, not emotion, and just pray you understand
To take away my hand and to ask you all to leave me
But all the logic jams when she calls and wants to see me
Fuck, there goes my focus, this girl will drive me crazy
It’s like she wants me open in some vain attempt to save me
Or maybe, just a maybe, I’ve earned nothing but her pity
Why do I even try? I must be fucking kidding
Cause, right from where I’m sitting, I see nothing to desire
None of what she wants and a long extinguished fire
Why do is this so dire? Why does it even matter?
She makes me want to open, but what’s inside has shattered
The Unhappy Naysayers
0The Unhappy Naysayers (10/20/2005)
I sit here and fight it and all day I write shit
Ejected from veins, but now you don’t like it
For once I don’t sign it with tears from my eyelids
And suddenly your voice is filled with the silence
Well, fuck expectations with no reservation
I’ll write what I feel for my own preservation
My own education spelled in my own dictation
A joke or a laugh doesn’t mean desecration
This is my motivation and my mood at the moment
It’s me taking time to make sure that I own it
And then I’ll expose it for the curious masses
But if I’m not bleeding, then you all walk right past it
Leaving me gasless with no fuel to live on
I’m gonna take chances and risk all that I sit on
I’ll write it then get on and get back to reality
Cause all of this here is all I know how to be
But, look, if you’re wishing for some cursing and swearing
Or tales of a heart that is beaten and tearing
Just break through the mirror and knock all your teeth out
Then run to the pad and write down what you bleed out
And then you can see how it’s so hard to do this
To pour out my soul while making sure it’s all fluid
I’ll bet you won’t do it cause you’d rather I did it
There’s no more to give cause the sharing is finished
The anguish diminished for a few calming minutes
I’ll write what I want and there won’t be hate in it
And if you don’t like it, I just don’t give a fuck kid
These rhymes are for me because I’m so fucking love it
Note: Everytime I write something a little different, like “Shambles of Ramble”, people don’t like it. People only seem to like my writings when the content is depressed or angry. This rhyme is to the people who judge it on content alone and expect the same stuff from me nonstop.
Shambles of Ramble
0Shambles of Ramble (10/20/2005)
No, I have no interest in walking a mile or inches
I can not be woken even after twenty pinches
Still, damn it itches, my rhyming hand still twitches
I try to write a picture but everything just misses
Cause I’m writing ditches from which I can’t escape
It’s hard to operate when you can never think it straight
Yeah sure, I could bring the hate, but I could never fake it
So just slap me in the brain and fucking try to wake it
And feel so free to shake it, like that shaken baby syndrome
Implant me with some pain, just make sure it’s not silicon
Cause I am still a drone to nothing else that matters
Just watch the image of me and stare as it all shatters
The echoes of the chatter of the people that don’t know
I’m fighting through the static to put on a puppet show
Burning up inside the glow of the lights that never shine
A pressure I put on me that eats at me each time
It beats inside my mind like Donkey Kong upon the bongo
I read through every line and just carry on with my flow
But, what do I know? I’m apparently just emo
“Wherever monkey go, you can be assured that he go”
Yet, as you knock my ego and pick apart my writings
Shredding through the pages with syllabolic timing
Though, you will not see me crying, a thousand left for writing
Your actions like a pill to take my hand and guide me
So, please excite me and do something that is stupid
Go do your little dance and say something that is useless
Just prove to me you’re clueless and let me have some fun
Does this rhyme make any sense? I think I’ll start a new one
Notes: It’s not as easy flowing as some rhymes, but I was just experimenting with this one. I just took any random thoguhts that popped into my head and included them into the piece.
Update: I fixed a few shakey areas. Most aren’t going to like this since the flow isn’t the same as my usual stuff. That’s okay since I don’t care anyway. It’s supposed to be random and stupid and almost trippy.
The Beginning
0The Beginning (10/15/2005)
It’s funny how this started, a boy became an artist
Writing out the rhymes with the pain inside my targets
It was art from guys like Vargas that made the journey hardest
Comparing words to pictures, I drove myself retarded
But, so I disregard it and look back upon the moment
The first time I took a pencil and paper and just wrote it
And little did I know it, this shit would be my calling
A crutch to pick me up everytime it caught me falling
Or when it saw me stalling and frozen in confusion
A flow right through my head, like a burst from fury’s fusion
Cause the words obscure delusion and put me right back in the race
They settle every nerve and bring me calm, a better pace
And when I get the taste of the anger and frustration
Like a burst of peppermint, a breath to keep me patient
They give me strength to face it and fight hate with a passion
The flow erases every trace of lost hope and distraction
But, let’s get to the scene, the whole story of creation
The pain to plant the seed and the words of my gestation
With intentions for a girl, to express my inner feelings
To show her I was warm and had more than jokes for dealing
Composed up in the attic, of sorts, inside my church
I was really on the job but I could not deal with hurt
And suddenly these words started forming in my mind
It all seemed so absurd since I was never one to write
Though everything felt right as I grabbed hold of the pen
I grabbed a piece of paper and walked upstairs instead
Far from where’d they’d look, I hid inside the bathroom
Couldn’t care how long it took, so I threw my little tantrum
I finished and I sat still and I pondered what had happened
Where did this all come from? Was it the proper course of action?
But soon the satisfaction came into realization
Now the words are like a drug and I could never just replace them
Notes: This is a simple retelling of the first time I ever wrote a poem. I briefly go over how I was a little envious of the visual artistic skills of people like my friend Mike and how, at the same time, I was feeling the beginning of everything I would feel in the next couple of years. In the heat of the moment and with some intent to impress a girl, I simply ran upstairs to the “employee bathroom” in Regina and just wrote a short little crappy poem.
Lost in a Stare
2Lost in a Stare (10/9/2005)
Looking back on the things that both of us said
I get lost in the circles that float in my head
I never really knew you until you had left
I just sat in the glow of the lies that you fed
But now I do my best to stand on my feet
And even though I bleed I just don’t feel that weak
You were not the one listening when I would speak
So, now I’ll seal you off like you did to me
Cause things failed to go the way that I planned
And I lost myself inside of your hands
It’s a lesson learned, a new scar I can wear
I’ll go back to the world where nobody is there
And find repair in the rhymes that I write
And try to stare through the times that I cry
Pieces scattered, but there still to gather
You had some control but my heart hasn’t shattered
So, where do I go and what road do I choose?
I hope you watch close as I follow the clues
I’ll be walking along with unconfident shoes
A path to break through the nonsense with you
But, as I find the truth and I learn all the facts
I find the news and I discover the act
Space filler, just another fake thriller
I was holding a spot, this wasn’t fate’s killer
Just another fake chiller with a cold for my heart
You used me all up and then you tore apart
I gave you my heart, now I’m back at the start
Though, now I’m able speak without that regard
And I tried so hard to show that I cared
I held my pain so I could take what you shared
Now I act so tough because you’re not there
But you’re on my mind when I get lost in a stare
Notes: This one, technically, is different than a lot of my other pieces in that I change the flow mid verse. It just felt like something I should do in this case. The poem itself is kind of scattered in terms of its message, but it’s a perfect depiction of the feelings I’ve been going through after things fell apart with Maria. I put a lot of work into that friendship/potential relationship and to have something so important fall apart so quickly can leave one feeling lost and struggling to find the meaning.
Short Outburst
0Short Outburst (10/3/2005)
I explode with emotion, too often, causing commotion
It’s like I’m bound to the hatred, the only one who is chosen
God, I’m feeling so frozen, I’m so scarred from confusion
That I just want to give up and join you in delusion
But, with your painful intrusion and abuse of my friendship
I refuse to lie down ’til I can take it and end it
I cherished the moments that I was graced with your presence
But the restrictions you placed have stripped it of it’s essence
And I’m here with a message, though I know you’ll ignore it
It’s a thought I denied, stuffed it way down in storage
Now, I’m digging deep for it in some hope to repair it
If I find the right answer, I will call you and share it
So, what am I doing? Where do I walk to from here?
I don’t have a damn clue and I am so full of fear
The voices I hear lead me to my self destruction
The hurt I’ve ignored has led to my soul’s corruption
And the hate’s in production, I’m sarcastic and jaded
I’m sharing my pain with those I feel that should take it
Just grab it and rape it and break it to pieces
Burn up all that I feel and just end what is ceaseless
Cause I don’t really need this, I don’t want to have it
It has broken me down and led me to my habits
I’m a prick, I’m an addict, I am nothing you’ve needed
Just tear out my veins ’til you’ve won and succeeded
Note: My third attempt at addressing all that’s on my mind. The relationship that Maria and I have shared is winding down and this is my addressal of it. It’s a little shorter than my usual stuff, but this was my third attempt tonight and I’m exhausted now.
A Letter To…Alex
2A Letter To…Alex (9/29/2005)
I still remember, back in time, walking in the rain
Holding hands so lovingly and never feeling pain
But things started to change, well, I guess it was all me
Growing up inside myself caused my shell to bleed
Yet, what I failed to see was the way that I behaved
There’s no easy way to say it, I acted so insane
Cause somewhere in the pain, I lost track of the time
Before I knew what happened, we were both on different sides
And I was fighting for my pride as the anger filled my mind
One minute I was screaming, the next I fell and cried
And slowly it all died as I acted out my hatred
I couldn’t even fake it that I could sit and take it
So I put our love in danger and watched it as it shattered
I tried to brush it off, but inside my heart was battered
A damn repeating pattern that I forced into your life
Of circumstance and friendship and the darkness that I hide
And, no, it wasn’t right, but you couldn’t see inside
The mess that I became in the basement that I cried
Sleeping through the light to avoid all of my burdens
But, then again at night, I really had no purpose
A chaos and a circus and the voices in my head
I wish I did it differently, never done but said
Laying in my bed, I’d pray for something better
But then I walked away and it rained inside forever
Though now I get together all the pieces that were broken
Looking back forever at all the little tokens
A little star with writing and a book with blackened pages
I can’t explain the feeling and I’m a little scared to face it
If you’d ask me for the reason, I wouldn’t really have one
I’m writing this so nervously, this rhyme is not a sad one
But I think it is a fair one, as I take up all the blame
And be the man I wasn’t when I had the chance to change
Cause now I’m less deranged and a little less insane
There’s a little more stability and heart inside my brain
And I think I’ll be okay, even as we grow more distant
Yet we continue to evade and let fear be so persistant
Though, I wish I were resistant and a little more insistent
On fixing everything, with God there for some assistance
But if we never fix this, please believe me when I say
I loved all that we shared, even through the times of hate
Notes: Finally continuing the series. This one is a little rough around the edges as it’s still hard to gather my thoughts on the subject. I tried. All I can do is try and hope that it makes sense.
Lost in a Choice
0Lost in a Choice (9/25/2005)
I’m so lost in the choices that lay here beside me
I can’t figure out what I feel down inside me
My face is for hiding; I can’t remain hidden
Though I will keep trying ’til I regain my vision
But, it’s like an incision, thoughts that keep bleeding
I wash them away, yet I keep retreating
Running from clouds that fog navigation
And addict me to her ’til she leaves in frustration
It’s temptation from one who’s beauty’s entrancing
She’s not even here yet she’s in my head dancing
No love or romancing, external attraction
A few worthy thoughts for my own satisfaction
I’m not looking for action, but she gives me attention
It kind of feels nice to let go of retention
And to let it all flow and just go how it goes
Though the look in my eyes is always so cold
And I try not to fold, but when she gets near me
My senses erupt and I can not think clearly
As she’s pressed to my chest in a hug or whatever
The tug, in my gut, says to be one of same feather
But with every damn choice, there is always another
The girl that I care for, that gives my life color
A little bit cold and not nearly as flirty
Though it’d kill me to know that she could be hurting
But if you’d observe me as we’re sharing our time
You’d see a small smile that has roots down inside
A warmth and a hope that I’d once forgotten
Invoked in a soul she makes whole and not rotten
A little less trodden, less worn to the bone
She gives me the strength to proceed down the road
So often alone, but so alive when she’s with me
I just wish she would see the same things down within me
The rhyme is collapsing and my thoughts are all cloudy
A million damn voices all in my head shouting
Here, I sit, doubting and hoping for answers
Before I screw up and lose both my chances
Note: It’s a little rough around the edges, but my focus is shot to hell.
Words Never Heard
4Words Never Heard (9/21/2005)
Her beauty’s resounding, my heart’s softly pounding
Confusion and weakness, by which I am drowning
I feel so dumbfounded, my knees start to tremble
I try to act cool but my heart’s disassembled
Just falling to pieces, I give in to weakness
I try to think straight, my mind always freezes
The ache never ceases, she has me so captured
She pulls at my heart, but I’m so far from rapture
I wish I could capture the words that are in me
Explain it to her, the way that she lifts me
Away from the places and traps of the darkness
A smile to give and it’s always regardless
No catch to the clause, no small printed writing
Just warmth that I love and that brings me from hiding
Exposing the person that I enjoy being
One that is caring, not crying and bleeding
But so, here I am, unable to speak them
Words never heard, how would she greet them?
Doubts like a riddle with no easy answer
It’s worth taking risks, but I’d never chance her
And throw away friendship that I’ve come to cherish
A beauty so pure, the image won’t perish
Next to her merits, I realize that I’m nothing
Just a shell of a man that wants to love something
This rhyme makes no sense and I’m tired of writing
My mind is a mess and the voices are fighting
Just waiting and dying and losing to weakness
Each time that I see her, my heart always freezes
Note: It sucks, I know.
Silent Ed
0Silent Ed (9/21/2005)
The pressure keeps building ’til I’m about snap
Blow off my cap as I’m dealt all this crap
And I’ve lost all track of this time and place
Too preoccupied, my mind’s on the rage
And I’m on the stage and the light’s shining bright
My fists are clenched and the fight is ripe
Ed’s on the line but his words have sputtered
Poor little bastard can’t even mutter
Let’s watch him studder and lose his color
Tells me to “shut up” and thinks it’s butter
But his thoughts have cluttered, have run all dry
One more notch in the belt and he’s moved aside
And he’s losing pride as I stew inside
He would have been better if he threw the fight
But he knew his rights and thought he’d go at me
As if I’m a bitch with no pride to back me
But it makes me happy to have a damn target
I don’t care if he is a little retarded
Cause once it’s started, I’ll see it to finish
With everyone to see and be witness
And I’m free to clinch it, but I’ll leave it open
You’re hate’s in waves but mine’s the whole ocean
My heart’s been frozen so I bet I can take it
Your word’s a whisper, your life is faceless
And sure I hate this, words spent on hatred
But, at least I know, I’m hard to keep pace with
Here’s the ball, this shit’s all in your court
You’re right to think you ought to abort
Note: People just don’t learn.